It was then that I decided to give my Dad arealsurprise birthday present; he will be pleasantly surprised or shocked out of his skull. If he is surprised then we will both get what we want. If he is shocked, then I'll apologize and make the best of the situation and I'm sure that he will be understanding and supportive.
We were running the track the next Saturday morning. We did our usual routine and after our run, we were sitting under the shade of our favorite cottonwood tree. My father did not perform his usual run. I said, “You were running a bit slower than usual today, Dad. Are you feeling sick still?” I knew he was not sick yesterday.
“Nah,” said my father, “just sore in my shoulders and back. Late yesterday I did some tree trimming, you know those branches that were hanging over the driveway.”
Yes, I did notice that now that he mentioned it. I moved my position where I was sitting behind my father and began to massage his shoulders. I asked, “Does that feel better?” My father was not buffed up but had tight smooth muscles. He was so sexy to touch and tomorrow I would touch more than his shoulder muscles. My father let out a few 'oohs and ahhs” and was like, “That feels wonderful. Since tomorrow is my birthday, let's celebrate tonight and go to our favorite restaurant. That is if you don't have any other plans. Any birthday gifts for me?”
“Pampas!” I shouted, “I love that place! My only plans are to be with you, Dad.”
I wrapped my arms around his chest and gave him a big hug. Looking over his shoulder, I thought that I saw a rise in his running shorts but he quickly placed his water bottle over his crotch area.
“And I have a nice birthday surprise for you too,” I said.
He grinned. “Really? I can't wait.”
I decided to wear the slinky black dress that I wore to the junior high dance earlier in the year, the one where I had no date and no boys asked me to dance, but that was okay. I mean, I think I was looked hot in it so maybe the boys were just too scared. Hopefully, my luck will be better tonight. I found some pearls that my mother had left long ago. My father called to see if I was ready and I stepped. I had my make up perfect with a bit more mascara than I normally would wear, black dress, black stockings, white pearl necklace, and matching pearl earrings.
“Oh boy oh man oh brother where art thou,” said my Dad, “you are so beautiful, so grown up looking.” He leaned forward to smell my perfume and said: “Wow! Well let's go. We'll be the hottest couple there.”
We arrived at Pampas and I held my father around his waist as we walked in. We sat a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Pampas is one of those all you can eat meat places, where the waiters keep bringing various meats-steaks, chicken, pork, turkey-until you tell them to stop, We made small talk throughout the evening and I flirted with my Dad more than I normally do. I even brushed my leg across his a few times. The food was excellent and the service was superior, as always. My father enjoyed his birthday meal and company. We left the restaurant and drove home. I held my father's hand as we walked into our house. I told my father to sleep in tomorrow and we could run later in the day. I gave him a kiss that was about three or four degrees more than daughterly and said, “Sweet dreams, Daddy dearest.”
I woke up about 6 that next morning. It was my Dad's birthday and he was 31. I went into the kitchen and made some extra strong coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I went into my bathroom and checked myself in the mirror; the makeup was good from last night and my perfume was still lingering. I quickly brush of my long black hair and I thought, here we go. I poured the coffee into two special mugs and added extra milk into mine.