Ella is nervous. It's Thanksgiving and her first time back with her parents in her family home since she decided to chase her dreams in New York City. She has a good relationship with her parents. She Facetimes with them regularly, and she tells them all the news about her job and her roommates.

She hasn't told them everything, though. A couple of months after she moved to the City, she met an older man. He is unlike any of the boys she knew growing up in her small town. What's more, he isn't a self-centered asshole like the young men her friends introduced her to just after her move. She doesn't think her parents would understand the relationship, but he is good to her. He takes her to the theater and to fine restaurants. He laughs at her jokes and shares his stories of "olden" times in the 80s.

Ella knows that he isn't likely to be "The One," but their time together is fun and the sex is great. None of her previous boyfriends were ever as solicitous about her feelings and sensations. He respects her before, during, and after they make love. More importantly, he makes her feel safe. He helps her explore different toys and roleplay games. One of their favorites, because it seems so "on the nose," is a Seeking Arrangements game where they pretend to meet for the first time in an out-of-the-way cafe. The first time they played this game, she called him Daddy. Soon the nickname stuck.

During the first couple of days at home, she spends time catching up with family and old school friends. She gets texts from "Daddy" just asking how she's doing, seeing if she needs any support. Tonight, her second night at home, she is alone in her childhood room. Her parents have preserved it untouched, just in case she decides to return. She is wearing white silk pajamas that "Daddy" helped her pick out in an NYC boutique just before she left.

The pajamas were fine to wear around the house with her parents - they looked like something the ditzy heroine might have worn in a '30s screwball comedy - but they also feel great against her body. The fit is loose. She enjoys the touch of the cool soft fabric as it softly brushes against the back of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, the small of her back, her thighs. Every time she wears them, they remind her of waking up naked in "Daddy's" bed, enveloped in his silk sheets.

As she settles in for the night, she hears her parents' next door. She always knew the walls were thin, but she realizes now just how thin. She hears the muffled sounds of their talking and of Jimmy Fallon on their TV.

She sits on her bed in the dark, her phone the only light in the room, texting Daddy about her day. An idea comes to her. She puts her hair up in a ponytail, gathers her stuffed animals around, unbuttons her pajama top just enough to expose a hint of areola, does her best high school pouty face, and snaps a selfie that she sends to him. 

A quick text response is, "mmmmmmmm." She puts her hand inside the shirt and pinches her nipple. Another selfie, another send, and a, "Very nice!" from Daddy.

As she is posing for her next snap, she hears a buzz from on her tablet. It's a Zoom invitation from Daddy. She tries, at first, to put him off ("My parents are next door!"), but then there's a buzz on her phone. It's an Amazon notification. A brand new iPad is now on its way to her NYC apartment. She smiles to herself. She knows what this means; he wants to play the SA game remotely. She decides to be a little daring. Soon, she's on Zoom with him. As she inserts her earbuds she whispers emphatically, "I really, really, really need to be quiet."

She is softly lit by the glow of her tablet. She slowly finishes unbuttoning her pajama top. As each button releases, she notices how she is even more sensitive to the movement of the silk against her skin. Before she undoes the final button, she slips the top off her shoulders exposing her perfect breasts. She hears his appreciation in the increasing depth of his breathing. Something about that sound, his deep, rhythmic breath channeled through her earbuds, directly into her ears, is new and exciting. She feels an unexpected warmth and wetness inside.  

She clears a space in her bed amidst the stuffed toys. She is sitting atop her duvet, pajama top askew. The tablet is propped up next to her. She reaches down and pulls the string on the waist of her pajama pants, untying the knot. She reaches inside to and feels the wetness coat her fingers as she gently caresses her clit. She starts hesitantly, but Daddy is gently encouraging her. In his voice, she imagines his rough tongue exploring her sensitive flower and teasing her ass.

Another notification on the phone. She reaches over to it to see that Daddy has requested remote access to her lush. Reflexively, in the burning warmth of the room, she accepts the request and pulls out the toy hidden in her nightstand. She licks her fingers seductively for him as she turns it on and accepts his request. She watches his eyes as she reaches into her pajamas and inserts the toy into her dripping vagina.

He starts playing at a low level just to get used to the controls. It feels good to her but she aches for more. He increases the speed a little, but then turns it down again. "Oh God! Please. More," she whispers deep from inside her being. She's kneading her clit in deep circles now. He turns the lush up a little more. The vibration radiates through her g-spot to every corner of her taut body.  She can see him stroking himself with one hand while operating the vibrator with the other.

She is wrapped in the low light of the room, listening to the deep tone of his voice and feeling the hum of the vibrator against her g-spot. She's at the edge, but he keeps backing off. So close. So fucking close!  She gasps, "Daddy. Daddy more. Daddy more, please. I'm so close."

Then, she hears it!  The door to her parents' room opens. Her father is on his way! She reaches to grab the far edge of the duvet and pulls it over her half-exposed body and the tablet. She slumps down in the bed under the cover to hide the implanted earbuds. 'Please let him think I'm asleep,' she prays. Too late. Her father pokes his head into her room. "Hey, Kitten. Were you calling for me?"

"No, Pops. I'm OK." She starts to say more, but then the vibrator explodes at its highest level; she hears Daddy chuckle in her earbuds. 'Fuck!' she thinks. 'Oh my God. Did I just say that out loud?' She tries to shift the lush but can't do that without exposing herself and her secret.

"Honey. What is that noise?" Asks her father, as Daddy starts modulating the lush.

"Oh, that?" she says to her father. Inside her head, she's screaming at Daddy, 'Dammit! Please stop!' But she is so fucking close, she doesn't want him to. She hears Daddy's breathing start to catch.

Her father's voice intrudes, "Sweetie? Is everything alright?"

She fumbles for words. 

"What...? What...? Oh, that...  That's my...  uh...  white noise app.  Yes. That's it, Pops. I need it to sleep in the city. It's so noisy there."  

In her ears, Daddy is grunting, "Fuck...! My god...! Oh my god!... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The sound of him cumming makes the tension more unbearable. Her tangle of muscles is tightening deep inside.

"Good-d-d-d n-n-n-night, Pops." 

She closes her eyes squeezing them tight hoping that makes him disappear. Her mind is racing. Did her father buy the "white noise?" Does she care? Is he leaving? Time is going so slowly now. The lush is steady at its highest level. She is so close that every conscious fibre of her being is fighting her most animal need to cum. In her head, she repeats over and over, "Please go, Pops. You need to go now!"

She has no idea what her father says next, but she hears the door close.  Almost on cue, the feeling wells up from deep inside her and rushes through her veins. She feels the release exploding out of every pore. She wants to yell out but holds it in, channeling energy back into her inner core, further concentrating her orgasm's power. She shakes so hard as she cums, she scatters her stuffed animals.  

She leans back amidst her pillows and her now disheveled bedding. As her breathing steadies, she listens closely to the world around her wondering how she couldn't have awakened the entire neighborhood. Yet, all seems at peace.

She looks at the tablet. "Daddy's" cum shimmers on him in the light of his room on Zoom. He gives her a loving wink, one more brief jolt from the lush, and he is gone. She feels refreshed and sublime.  She re-ties her waist string, buttons her top and goes to sleep.