Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 1)

They both hurried out to the car, and Eric ran pass his daughter and genuinely held the door open for her. He then hurried into the driver’s seat.

As he drove, Eric kept glancing over at his daughter’s legs. He felt a stirring between his legs and was suddenly very confused.

Melinda’s skirt had pulled up her legs, revealing her tanned thighs. She tried to pull it down but the bucket seats of the car made that difficult.

Eric drove to a small Italian restaurant that they went to on occasion. It was quiet and intimate with a genuine Mediterranean look. The tables were covered in red checked table clothes and each had an old wine bottle in the center with a lit candle. There was even a violinist playing music.

Dinner went great and was very relaxing. Eric even let Melinda have a couple glasses of wine. Eric wanted to make her feel more grown up. She certainly needed some confidence building.

Eric had quite a bit more wine than Melinda. He felt a little tipsy but also warm and relaxed.

Melinda had no trouble talking to her dad. The wine had loosened her tongue just a bit. Besides, it wasn’t like it was a real date, she thought.