J Watson: Come with me, dad!

Melody Johnson was already bored. She was sure that living with her father was going to be a real bore. Her father lived in a small town, so small that people made jokes about pulling the sidewalks in when it got dark. Melody was a big-city girl. And she had already learned more about life than a lot of older women.

On the ride out from the airport, her father was doing his best to make things easier on her. She appreciated that, but she couldn't help but feel some resentment toward him. It had been ten years since she'd seen him last.

The most amusing thing so far was the way he kept glancing at her. He was trying not to be obvious, but she knew where he was looking. She was very well developed for a teenager. Her father wouldn't be the first man to get the hots over the way her big, melon shaped tits filled her sweater. She also knew how to wear clothes that would cling just right to her ripened figure. Her mother had taught her that. At least her mother had taught her something before she kicked her out of the house forever.

Melody shook her head and her long auburn hair bounced wildly. It wasn't fair. She didn't want to come live with her father. It wasn't her fault if one of her mother's boyfriends found her attractive and put his hand on her ass.

It wasn't like she had encouraged it or anything.

She had never gone very far with sex. She had allowed her tits to be touched a couple of times, and she enjoyed kissing. But that was it with her. A boy would have to go to some other girl if he wanted more than that.

Of course, it might not have been that way for long. She had been noticing a sudden interest in sex inside herself. Her boyfriend, Bob, was one handsome stud, and she might have given into him before long. In fact, she was sure she would have given into him if her mother had not packed her away to live with her father.

"Would you like to get something to eat, honey?" her father asked.

"A hamburger would be nice," Melody said.

"There's a little roadside place up the block here," he said.

Rick Johnson eased the car over into the left lane so that he would be able to turn. He wished he knew something he could do to make things easier for his daughter. But somehow he had expected the same little girl and she'd grown up into a lush-looking young woman.

It had surprised him when he'd picked her up at the airport. Melody was built better than her mother had been. He took one look at her tits bouncing loose underneath her sweater and he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. He could see the outlines of her nipples.

He shook his head as be tried not to think of his daughter in a sexual sense. It made him disgusted with himself. Yet, he couldn't help barkeep glancing ova at her. She was just so beautiful with all that red hair banging down to her ass and those big tits. He could feel tenseness in his entire body.

"Here we are," Rick said.

He eased the car off the road and into the parking lot of the burger place. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. It was still early for the trade.

"Hamburger and fries?" he asked her.

"Sure," Melody answered. "That'll be fine."

Melody watched her father get out and walk into the hamburger place. She leaned back and let her headrest against the seat. It had been a long plane ride and she was tired. Of course, she knew that most of her exhaustion had to do with the fact that she just didn't want to be here.

She wondered what it was going to be like to live in a small town. Life with her mother had always had something exciting going on. It was always party time.

Melody heard the roar of a motorcycle, and she turned her head. There were three tough looking young men riding into the parking lot. They stopped beside her car, and one thick chested biker got off his bike and walked over to the car.

"Hey, honey," he said. "I'm Mike. And I ain't seen nothing as good-looking as you in a longtime."

Melody felt a shiver of apprehension in her belly and he tried to roll up the window. Mike quickly damped his steely fingers around her shoulder. His hand started moving down her front until he was cupping her tit.

Melody couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight. She had never felt so scared in her entire life.

"You're a snotty bitch," Mike said. "But I'm going to change that. I wouldn't even bother with you if you didn't have the nicest pair of tits I've ever seen!"

He started squeezing her tit until it hurt like hell. She clawed her fingernails down the inside of his arm, and he screamed and jerked his arm out of the window. She saw her father coming out of the hamburger place. She knew he'd seen everything that had happened and his face was a pale color. She was scared for him. She didn't want him mixed up with anything that could get him hurt.

Perhaps it would have been better if she'd just stayed still and let the guy play with her tit.

She was afraid to move as her father walked across the parking lot to the car. He was smiling. Suddenly he was flinging the food in the big biker's face. Mike screamed in rage and went after him.

It didn't happen the way she thought it would. Her skinny father didn't back up a step. He charged into the biker, and Mike somehow went sailing backwards. The other two bikers stepped in and they were immediately sorry. Melody had never seen anyone fight like her father. He didn't stand still, and in a few minutes all three of the bikers were down. One clutched a broken wrist. The other two were holding their stomachs and they looked as if they were in deep pain.

Rick was smiling as he walked around and got into the car. He started the car and eased it out into traffic.

"Sorry about the hamburger, honey," Rick said. "I didn't think we should wait around to order another. The cops might show up."

Melody wasn't worried about hamburgers. She wasn't even thinking about food. She was looking at her father in anew way. Damn, she had seen fights before and they had always excited her, but she had never seen anybody move like her father. He had messed those guys up as easily as a man handling children.

Melody felt something she'd never felt before. Her breathing was a little fast and her nipples were pressed tautly against the fabric of her sweater. She could feel a warm little knot in her belly. She moved closer to her father. Rick noticed her trembling, but he didn't say anything. He also noticed the way she kept staring at him and the way she licked her lips. But he was quiet.

He parked in front of the small house he owned. He helped her with her bags. She didn't like the house, but she really wasn't looking at it very hard. She was too busy looking at her father. She just hadn't noticed what a handsome man he was. He seemed to walk with the grace of an animal, and she could see muscles rippling beneath his shirt. He was a lot better looking than any of her mother's boyfriends.

She could feel a fluttery sensation in her stomach as she thought about what he'd done to those three bikers. He opened the door, and she went into his house. She was so close to him that she could smell his strong aftershave.

"Dad," she said. "I thought about it and, you know, I didn't even give you a hug at the airport. A girl should hug her father."

Melody knew she didn't want just a simple hug. She couldn't help what she was feeling. She wanted to be close to her father in a way she never had been before.

Melody moved forward suddenly and pressed her ripe, young body against his. She could feel his tenseness immediately. He responded quickly, and she could feel the hardening in his trousers. She knew he was excited by her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and let her big tits rub against his chest for a few moments. She kissed his mouth. The first kiss was gentle, but then she felt his mouth pressing down roughly on hers. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slip inside her lips.