***Day One – Part One*** I don’t know about you other dads out there, but I’m a sucker when it comes to my daughter (Sofia). She has me wrapped around her little finger.I’m a successful man and have my own business with numerous staff. I hire, fire, and make important decisions on a daily basis, yet, I’m such a soft touch when it comes to my baby girl. She knows exactly how to play me to get what she wants, especially when it comes to spending my money!Take the other day for instance. She called to tell me she’d split up from her latest boyfriend—Andy, Adam, Anthony, or something like that. I’ve lost count and stopped trying to remember their names.“Daddy, I’m traumatized and need a vacation to get over it.”I thought she wanted to take a little trip to Greece or Spain with her friends, but oh no!”I’ve found a great place in the Caribbean, Daddy, and I know you’ll love it.””What do you mean, ‘I’ll’ love it?””It fits all of the items on your vacation criteria list, Daddy. Seriously, you’re going to love it! Not only that, you need a vacation because you work way too hard. It’s time for a break.”She could be very persuasive, and she always found a way to make any spending situation into one that’d benefit me. It was true, I hadn’t had a vacation in two years, I did work too hard, and I really could’ve done with some R five feet, seven inches tall; weighs one hundred ten pounds; has the body of a goddess; and has long, thick, black hair. She’s every man’s “girl next door” dream girl. She has the face of a model and has been approached (many times) to join model agencies or do promotional work, but she wants to be an interior designer and takes it very seriously.***Having said that, she knows exactly how to put her good looks to use and always gets what she wants. So poor Chad is only the latest in a long line of poor guys that have fallen for her charms.Chad is walking away.”Sofia, I thought you were bringing him with you?”Sofia is hooking her arm into mine as I add my suitcase to the trolley and start to push it toward the check-in desk.”No, Daddy, this trip is only for you and me. We’re going to have a nice, chilled time while getting some sun and catching up. I’m all yours, I promise.There was a hint of flirtation in that last sentence, which slightly confuses me, and I’m wondering ‘Is she after something? Does she need more money?’ I don’t care because whatever it is will come out during the next two weeks. I’m just happy to have my baby girl all to myself, so I brush it aside.As we check-in for the flight, the girl behind the desk is repeatedly calling us Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. I’ve started to correct her a couple of times, but Sofia spoke over me. It isn’t until we’re sitting on our seats, and the flight attendant also addresses Lefkoşa Escort us as Mr. and Mrs., when I finally find out why.“Daddy, I got us a good deal by pretending to be honeymooners.”This makes me laugh because she loves a bargain as much as I do…she got that from me! She’s saved me quite a lot of money, so I can’t be annoyed.I feel slightly uneasy, though, as there are twenty years between us—I probably look like a dirty old man—but Sofia puts my mind at ease.“You look so much younger than your age, and I look a lot older, so it’s not a problem. We also have the same surname on our passports, so it’s an easy ruse to pull off.”***The flight has only taken about three hours, which is a shame as we’re sitting in First Class. I would’ve liked to have gotten more of my money’s worth, but it went very smoothly.After we land, it doesn’t take long before we’re standing at the reception desk to check-in. “Welcome to Paradise Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. Here are your keys. Michael will take you to your room.”The receptionist has a twinkle in her eye as if she knows something we don’t.“Enjoy your honeymoon!”I’m guessing she’s thinking we probably won’t leave the room for two weeks because we’ll be fucking every minute of the day during our honeymoon.Michael is driving us, by golf buggy, to our room. It turns out all of the rooms are suites. They either have direct access to the free pool, or they’re on the floors above and have a balcony looking down onto the pool. We have one with direct pool access, which means we can practically swim our way around the resort.We’re being given a tour en-route to our room, past the restaurants and bars, with a little detour past the health club, tennis courts, and the private beach. It’s idyllic. It’s the perfect place to spend a honeymoon, and I’m sure there are a lot of couples here on theirs, but I’m with “my daughter.” This isn’t going to be easy. We need a plan, and we need to chat!The room is spectacular and has a huge bed as the centerpiece. Everything is open plan, even the bathroom, which has a large window between it and the bedroom. It means we can be in the bath or shower and look into the room (or vice versa) and the pool beyond. Not only that, but when the curtains are fully open, people can see into our bathroom from the pool and gardens, too. The shower door is clear glass, too, so there isn’t a lot of privacy except the toilet area, which is separate from the rest of the bathroom.There’s a dressing area next to the toilet area, and a lounge area just before you step onto the terrace. The terrace has a table and two chairs, two sun-beds, and steps that lead into the pool. This is lovely, but there’s one problem—we only have one bed, and Girne Escort the sofas are way too small to sleep on.I’m tipping the bell boy, who’s sweating profusely after carrying all of Sofia’s suitcases to the room, before I sit Sofia down.”This is gorgeous, Baby, and I love it. But there’s only one bed!”Sofia is laughing.”The bed is massive, Daddy. We could put some pillows down the middle or, if you’re really freaked out by sharing a bed with me, I can sleep on the sofa!”I can’t have her sleep on the sofa, it’s not the gentlemanly thing to do.”That’s not right, Baby. If anyone is going to sleep on the sofa, it’ll be me. Unfortunately, they’re so small, I’m not sure I’ll fit?”I’m protesting.”No, I’m not freaked out by sharing a bed with you. You used to do it all of the time. It’s just that you’re all grown up now, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.”She looks happier.”That’s sorted then. Please don’t worry, it’ll be fine. We’re both adults!”She changes the subject.”What do you think of the resort? It’s even better than the pictures, right?”She’s right. The pictures don’t do it justice.”I love it, Baby. It’s beautiful. Did you know it’s for couples only when you booked it? We’re not a couple. What are we going to tell everyone?”Sofia is giving me her cheeky smile.”Don’t worry about it, Daddy. Just play it by ear…we can wing it. We’re both good at that. Just tell everyone we’re on our honeymoon.”I’m still not convinced.”It’s all very well telling people, but couples behave differently than fathers and daughters. It’s going to be strange, and you can’t call me Daddy because they’ll soon realize we’re not married and think we’re weirdos.”Sofia is finding this hilarious.”Ok, Daddy, I’ll try not to. So, what should I call you? I’ve never called you by your name, it’ll be weird. I could call you Honey, or Sugar, or something like that?”She’s right. It will be weird to hear her call me anything other than daddy.”Just try to call me Jack. I know it’ll feel weird for you, but I don’t like silly lover’s names. It’s going to be easier for me because I can still call you Baby, as I always have.”As Sofia wants to move on, she over emphasizes my name.”I’m sure it’ll be fine…JACK! I’ll get used to it. Shall we go for a dip…JACK?”I’m desperate to get out of my clothes and have a dip, so I’m very happy with Sofia’s suggestion.”That sounds like a great idea. Why don’t we swim around to the swim up bar by the beach and grab some cocktails?”As we’re looking around, we realize it’s not going to be easy to have any privacy in our room. Apart from the toilet area, there isn’t anywhere you can get dressed, or undressed, without seeing each other.“Sofia, why don’t you get changed in the toilet area first, then I’ll Magosa Escort go in afterward?”It seems like a good solution to me.“Thank you, Daddy, but I’ll need a little time to find my bikini, and I’ll also need to adjust my hair, so it’s better that you go first.”I’m putting on a pair of my new shorts because Katie said I look good in them, and they’re all the new rage now. They’re a lot shorter than the fashion a few years ago. I prefer the board shorts because these look more like little running shorts, but as I’m looking at myself the mirror, I like how they look. I’ve been training (hard) of late, and my body looks ripped. I’m thinking, ‘Not bad for a forty-five year old.’ As I’m walking out, Sofia is blowing me a wolf whistle and over emphasizes my name again.”Wow, Daddy! I mean, JACK! You look really fit in those. The girls are going to love you. Who knows, you might find yourself a new girlfriend?”I don’t want to point out the obvious (we’re in a couple’s only resort!) because Sofia seems really happy about the idea of me finding a new girlfriend. So, I’ll just play it down.”Of course, Baby, but I’m here to spend some time with you!”Sofia is kissing me on the cheek.”I know, Daddy. I’m just saying, I don’t mind if you want to chat with other women.”And off she goes to the toilet area.As she finally emerges from the toilet area, my tongue is nearly hitting the floor. She’s wearing the tiniest string-bikini I’ve ever seen! It’s bright-yellow and consists of two, tiny triangles that “barely” cover her nipples, and another triangle that “barely” covers her pussy.It’s so small, I’m wondering, ‘Is she completely shaved?’ Almost all of my girlfriends had a Brazilian with hair above their slits, but I don’t think Sofia has one like that because it’d be showing above the hem of her bikini, that’s for sure!The shock on my face must say it all because Sofia defends her outfit without me saying a word.”Daddy, it’s a Wicked Weasel bikini. It’s what everyone wears down in the Caribbean these days. I read up on it. It allows you to get an all over tan!”It’s hard to look her in the eyes.”Isn’t it a little revealing, Baby? I mean, we don’t want to give anyone a heart attack on our first day here. I just think it might be better to start off with something a little more…conservative?”Sofia looks offended and she puts on her sulky face.”Daddy, I don’t have anything more conservative. They’re all like this, so you better get used to it!”Well, she told me! Sofia has always been hot-headed. There’s no way you’ll ever win an argument with her, so it’s always better to back down and let her have her own way. Today is no exception. We’re on vacation and I want us to have a great time. There’s no point arguing over a bikini, no matter how tiny it is!Sofia is turning and walking toward the terrace door. This is when I see her bikini from behind. The string is so small, it looks as if she’s naked. I’m just about to say something, but think better of it.She looks incredible, though. She’s obviously been working out, too. Her body is…