Loving Daughter and The Relieving of Dads pent up tension

Ellie sat on her bed, her slender legs crossed beneath her, a scrapbook filled with memories spread open before her. Her vibrant red hair spilt over her shoulders as she flipped through the pages, capturing moments frozen in time. Each photograph, every memento, told a story. And tonight, she found herself lost in a tale that had begun 18 years ago and was still unfolding.

She wore her usual at-home attire: an off-the-shoulder top and a pair of worn, torn jeans—comfortable, yet expressive of her keen fashion sense. Her green eyes, usually sparkling with a zest for life, were introspective tonight. Something weighed heavy on her mind, and it wasn’t the upcoming trends for the next fashion season.

Her father, Richard, had raised her on his own since she was four years old. He was a 61-year-old entrepreneur, his life etched with the highs and lows of a man who had seen much yet still sought more. With her mother having abandoned them for another man—her dad’s then-best friend—Richard had taken on the Herculean task of being both mom and dad.

And he had done well, exceedingly so. Ellie never felt like she lacked maternal affection, for Richard filled both roles as if born to do so. But lately, something has changed. He’d become distant, lost in a labyrinth of memories and regrets. Often, she could hear the soft cries that escaped his room at night, muffled by the walls but piercing through her heart.

She thought about the recent nights she’d heard the clinking of glass, the unmistakable aroma of whiskey that filled the air when she stepped out of her room in the morning. Her father was searching for an escape, a momentary respite from a loneliness that he didn’t express but she felt all too clearly.

Closing the scrapbook, Ellie stared at the wall, her eyes landing on a framed picture of her and her father at the beach. She was only eight in the photo, laughing under the cerulean sky as Richard lifted her into the air, both of them frozen in a moment of pure, unfiltered joy.

A lump formed in her throat. She missed that connection, the unspoken bond that had once been so strong. As the night deepened, Ellie felt a resolve harden within her. She couldn’t change the past, but she could influence the present, and shape the future.

Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow, she would take the reins of their deteriorating relationship and guide it back to the love and mutual respect that once defined it. Because Richard wasn’t just her dad—he was her hero, her rock. And she would be his.

Tomorrow, she promised herself, the healing would begin.

Ellie awoke to a new day coloured in the hues of the golden dawn, filling the room with a sense of promise. Today was not just another day; it was a mission, a calling to repair the strained relationship with her father. However, before she could execute this mission, she felt an intrinsic need for a spiritual and physical cleanse.

As Ellie stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, the warm water cascaded over her flawless skin, creating a sensuous sensation that sent shivers down her spine. The droplets caressed her curvaceous figure, accentuating every contour, as if nature itself was admiring her beauty. Her supple breasts, perfectly shaped and adorned with rosy nipples, glistened under the gentle stream, teasingly inviting any onlooker to explore their softness.

With a seductive smile playing upon her lips, Ellie reached for her favourite scented shower gel, delicately lathering it between her hands before gliding them over her body. The fragrant foam traced its way along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, and lower, exploring the tantalizing curves of her waist and hips. She relished in the sensation, her fingers lingering a little longer on her sensitive areas, indulging in the pleasure that only she could provide.

As the water rinsed away the suds, Ellie’s attention turned to her most intimate regions. With gentle precision, she applied a luxurious shaving cream to her delicate nether regions, ensuring that not a single hair would remain to obscure her natural beauty. The razor glided effortlessly across her skin, leaving behind a smooth canvas that accentuated her womanhood. She took her time, paying careful attention to every contour, ensuring that not a single hair was left out of place.

Once satisfied with her freshly shaven pussy, Ellie allowed the warm water to cascade over her, rinsing away any lingering traces of shaving cream. Her hands moved languidly, slowly tracing the contours of her body, revelling in the softness of her skin. With a towel in hand, she stepped out of the shower, the cool air causing her nipples to harden in response.

Drying herself meticulously, Ellie relished in the sensation of the soft fabric against her sensitive skin. She started with her luscious locks, wrapping the towel around her head, and gently patting away the excess moisture. Then, she moved down her body, the towel caressing each curve and crevice, leaving her feeling refreshed and invigorated.

With her body dry and tingling with anticipation, Ellie reached into her drawer, selecting a pair of fresh panties and a matching bra. The delicate lace felt like a whisper against her skin as she slipped them on, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. She admired her reflection in the mirror, revelling in the way her breasts were lifted and accentuated by the bra, the way her panties hugged her perfectly sculpted derriere. Then pulling up her short revealing skirt followed by her low-cut top.

Descending the staircase, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Her father, Richard, was nestled into the corner of the couch, looking as weathered as an old photograph.

“You look more like a girl today,” he commented, his eyes briefly leaving his coffee mug to examine her choice of attire.

Ellie chuckled, her laugh a rare break in the sombre atmosphere. “Well, someone has to be the ray of sunshine here.”

Walking to the kitchen counter, she grabbed the keys to their BMW 4 Series Convertible. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed them toward Richard. “Get changed, Dad. We’re going out.”

He caught the keys but hesitated, “I don’t really feel like going anywhere, Ellie.”

“That’s precisely why we have to go,” she retorted, her voice laced with loving firmness. “You need fresh air, and we need this.”

A resigned smile stretched across Richard’s face as he put down his coffee mug. “Alright, let’s go to the beach, sunshine.”

The sun hung high in the sky when Ellie and her Dad reached the beach. Ellie felt the sand yield beneath her feet, each step distancing her from the worries that had encroached upon her life. Dad parked the BMW 4 Series Convertible, the engine purring to a stop as if grateful for the outing.

Both father and daughter ventured toward the shoreline, their eyes catching the rolling waves, each filled with an unspoken yearning. The beach was nearly deserted, as if the universe had carved out a private space for them to reconnect.

“Do you remember how to skim stones?” Ellie asked, picking up a flat, round stone from the ground.

“Ah, it’s been years,” Dad confessed, his eyes twinkling for the first time in what seemed like ages.

Ellie flicked her wrist, sending the stone bouncing across the water’s surface. “Your turn,” she grinned.

With a hesitance he hadn’t shown in years, Richard picked up a stone, his fingers tracing its contours as if it held the secrets of the universe. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the stone skipped across the water, not once, not twice, but thrice before sinking into the aquatic abyss.

“As good as ever, Daddy,” Ellie beamed, her eyes sparkling like the sun-dappled ocean before them.

In that serene moment, something magical happened. Richard began to open up, sharing stories of his youth, his dreams, and most importantly, his loneliness.

“You know, Ellie, after your mother left, I poured myself into work, thinking it could fill the void. And perhaps it did, for a while. But lately, I’ve felt that void grow deeper, an emptiness no business deal could ever fill.”

Ellie looked at her father, her eyes moistening. “You’ve always got me, Dad.”

“I know, sweetheart. And I appreciate it more than words can say. But it’s not quite the same as having an intimate companion, someone to share those quiet moments with,” Richard confessed, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability that Ellie had never heard before.

They settled on the sandy shore as the sun descended, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon. Ellie rested her head on her father’s shoulder, feeling the comforting warmth of familial love and the coolness of emotional revelation.

“You’re not alone, Daddy. I’m here for you. And together, we’ll find a way to fill that void,” Ellie whispered, her words carried away by the sea breeze, disappearing into the vast expanse where the sky met the ocean—a symbol of endless possibilities.

“You know, Daddy, there are companions called escorts. They can help with loneliness and, well, the other thing,” she blurted out, blushing.

“Oh, sweetie, I know about them, but I’m too old for that nonsense. Besides, I don’t want to pay for love or sex,” he replied, wrapping his arm around Ellie.

“So you want it with someone you truly love? Do you still have those desires, you know?” Ellie delved into personal territory, driven by curiosity. “If it’s about snuggling at night and feeling cosy, you can join me in my room tonight. Just for cuddling, if that helps.”

Richard paused, considering Ellie’s words. He understood her intentions and the comfort she sought in their bond. However, he also recognized the potential risks and the importance of maintaining appropriate boundaries.

“Sweetheart, I appreciate your love and support,” Richard began, his voice gentle yet firm. “But it’s essential for us to maintain a healthy and respectful relationship. Even for innocent cuddles, sharing a room could blur those boundaries.”

Ellie nodded, understanding her father’s concerns. She cherished their relationship and didn’t want to jeopardize it in any way.

“I understand, Daddy. Our bond is precious, and I don’t want anything to change that,” she replied, her voice filled with sincerity and love. “I just want you to know that my room is always open if you ever need someone to talk to or feel lonely. We can find other ways to support each other.”

Richard smiled warmly, touched by Ellie’s caring nature and understanding. He hugged her tightly, grateful for the love and connection they shared.

“Thank you, Ellie. Your love and support mean the world to me,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “Let’s continue being there for each other while respecting the boundaries that help us maintain a healthy relationship.”

As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the horizon, Ellie and Richard sat together, appreciating the beauty of the moment and the unbreakable bond they shared as father and daughter.

Later that night, Ellie and Richard finally arrived home. Exhausted from the day’s adventures, Ellie made her way to her bedroom, ready to slip into something more comfortable.

As Ellie entered her room, she decided that it was a particularly warm night. She didn’t want to feel overheated while sleeping, so she made the daring choice to sleep in her underwear. After all, who needs unnecessary layers when the temperature is rising?

With a contented sigh, Ellie climbed into bed, feeling the soft sheets against her bare skin. The coolness of the room provided a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the day.

As Ellie settled into bed, enjoying the freedom and comfort of her chosen attire, she heard a faint whimper coming from her father’s room. Concerned, she quickly grabbed a robe, draping it around herself before rushing down the hallway.

With each step, Ellie’s worry grew, unsure of what awaited her in her father’s room. She gently pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of distress.

There, on the bed, Richard lay, his face pale and weak. Ellie’s heart sank as she realized that her father was not in pain but rather sick and lonely. She rushed to his side, her robe flowing behind her, and placed a comforting hand on his forehead.

“Daddy, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Ellie asked, her voice filled with concern and compassion.

Richard looked up at his daughter, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness. “I’ve been feeling so lonely, sweetheart. It’s been hard being on my own.”

As Ellie climbed into bed beside her father, she wrapped her arms around him in a warm, comforting hug. The embrace conveyed not just love, but a promise of support and understanding. After a few moments, she gently pulled away and made her way back to her own room, still wearing her robe.

Before closing the door, Ellie turned to her father, a soft and caring smile on her face. “Remember what I said before, Daddy. My room is always open for you. You don’t have to be alone,” she reminded him, her voice filled with love and concern.

Richard nodded, a mix of emotions flashing across his face. Gratitude, longing, and a touch of hesitation. He understood the depth of Ellie’s offer and the comfort it could provide. With a whispered “Thank you, sweetheart,” he watched as she closed the door.

Back in her room, Ellie took off her robe, revealing her choice to sleep in her underwear. She settled into bed, feeling the soft sheets against her skin, her mind filled with thoughts of love and care for her father.

Thirty minutes passed, and just as Ellie was beginning to drift off into sleep, her bedroom door creaked open. There stood her father, a mix of vulnerability and longing in his eyes. His gaze locked with Ellie’s, their unspoken connection filling the room.

As Richard and Ellie lay side by side on the bed, engaging in a heartfelt conversation, Ellie couldn’t help but notice the tension in her father’s demeanor. She took a deep breath, her voice slightly trembling as she broached a delicate subject.

“Daddy, um… I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but… do you have, you know, any tension that’s been bothering you?” Ellie’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and concern.

Richard, caught off guard by the question, stuttered in his response. “Ellie, that’s not something we should talk about. It’s been a long time, but… it’s not appropriate.”

Ellie bit her lip hesitantly, her eyes filled with love and determination. “I understand, Daddy. But… I care about you, and if there’s any way I can help out of love and trust, would you consider it?”

Richard’s eyebrows furrowed, and his internal struggle was evident. “Ellie, you’re my daughter. This is not something we should even be discussing. It’s not right.”

Undeterred, Ellie continued to express her thoughts. “I know it may sound unconventional, but sometimes, love can take different forms. And if you trust me enough, maybe I can help you release some of that pent-up tension to bring you some relief.”

Richard’s mind raced, his moral compass clashing with his desires. He fought back the urges, recognizing the boundaries that should be maintained. “Ellie, I appreciate your concern, but it’s not appropriate. We need to find other ways to deal with these feelings.”

Ellie’s voice softened, her eyes filled with empathy. “I understand, Daddy. I just wanted to offer my support because I care about you. We’ll find another way together. Just know that I’m here for you.”

“Daddy, can we at least have a quick hug? Just to feel close and comfort each other?” Ellie’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

Richard hesitated for a moment, his mind filled with conflicting emotions. But their bond was strong, and he couldn’t deny the longing for a moment of connection. With a nod, he wrapped his arms around Ellie, drawing her close.

As they embraced, Ellie couldn’t help but feel a firmness pressing against her stomach. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn’t resist gasping. “Oh, my, Dad… Is that… your… thing? It’s hard.”

Her Dad blushed deeply, his embarrassment evident. He quickly pulled away, trying to regain composure. “Ellie, I… I’m so sorry. That’s not something we should discuss. It’s… it’s natural, but it’s not appropriate.”

Racing with excitement and curiosity, Ellie couldn’t let the moment slip away. “Dad, I know it might not be appropriate, but it’s just us here. We can explore these feelings together if you’re willing.”

Richard’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Ellie, we can’t… It’s not right. We have to maintain our boundaries as father and daughter.”

But Ellie persisted, her voice filled with a seductive tone. “Dad, I can see the desire in your eyes. I know you’re fighting it, but I want to help you. Let’s indulge in this forbidden pleasure, just this once.”

As Richard and Ellie lay on their sides, engrossed in their conversation, Ellie couldn’t longer resist the temptation. With a mischievous smile, she reached down and gently touched Richard’s growing excitement. He let out a surprised gasp, his body reacting to her bold move.

“What are you doing, Ellie?” Richard exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and desire.

Ellie, her eyes filled with a playful glimmer, leaned closer to Richard’s ear. “I’m just exploring, Daddy. I want to help you release that pent-up tension. It’s our little secret.”

Richard’s mind raced, battling his desires and his sense of propriety. “Ellie, this isn’t… It’s not right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

But Ellie persisted, her touch growing more deliberate and provocative. “Daddy, let go of your worries. Let me take care of you. I know you’ve been craving this for so long.”

Richard’s resistance began to crumble as Ellie’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the forbidden sensations. They both gave in to their desires at that moment, exploring a passionate connection that defied societal norms.

As Ellie disappeared under the sheets, Richard couldn’t help but feel excitement and concern. He could hear the muffled sounds of her actions, and the sensations sent waves of pleasure through his body. Moans escaped from his lips as Ellie skillfully pleasured him.

“Daddy… do you like that,” Ellie whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction as she worked her magic on his cock.

Her Dad’s mind teetered on the edge of pleasure and guilt. He knew this was forbidden, but the overwhelming sensations clouded his judgment. He surrendered to the pleasure, allowing himself to be consumed by the moment.

“W.. We shouldn’t…” he stammered, his words interrupted by the intense pleasure coursing through his veins. Ellie’s mouth went vigorously up and down his shaft, her lips forming a vice-like grip as she sucked him hard. The taboo nature of their encounter only fueled their passion further.

As Ellie rose from under the sheets, a wicked grin spread across her face. Her eyes locked with Richard’s, a fiery gaze filled with desire and anticipation. With a seductive sway of her hips, she positioned herself above Richard, ready to indulge in their passionate connection.

Without hesitation, Richard took hold of Ellie’s hips and guided her onto him, plunging deep into her wetness. A gasp of pleasure escaped both their lips as they became lost in the rhythm of their carnal dance. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, each thrust driving them closer to the edge of ecstasy.

The room filled with their shared moans and the intoxicating scent of their desire. Ellie’s nails dug into Richard’s flesh, leaving marks of their fiery encounter. The intensity grew with every powerful thrust, building a relentless wave of pleasure within them.

As their bodies moved in a frenzy of desire, Richard’s grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The sound of their flesh colliding echoed through the room, mingling with the symphony of their moans and gasps. Pleasure consumed them, blurring the line between pain and ecstasy.

With each passing moment, the intensity escalated. Richard’s control began to falter, his breath growing ragged. Sensing his impending release, Ellie locked eyes with him, her desire mirrored in her gaze. In a final burst of passion, Richard unleashed his pent-up arousal, filling Ellie with his hot, pulsating release.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined, drenched in sweat and sated satisfaction. The room was filled with the lingering echoes of their ecstasy as they basked in the aftermath of their intense encounter.