And when her father reappeared, a towel wrapped around his waist, she found herself looking at him differently. She'd known he was a handsome man with a nice "dad-bod," his job and hobbies keeping him in shape, but now she was seeing him in a much different light.

"Why don't you get a shower while I wake your mother," he suggested.

The swanky hotel's shower proved to be quite lavish, with a large rain showerhead that let the warm water cascade luxuriantly over her lithe body. Rubbing her body with the plush, soapy washcloth, Jessi's mind turned to memories of the encounter; the feel of her daddy's hands on her...