*This is a longer story than usual, with a bit more "plot". It was formerly published online as an ebook, but now available right here for free. Here's hoping you enjoy yourself. :)
I
Roman shut off the engine and sat in the car with the top down to wait for Angel. He wasn't sure how he was going to deal with his eighteen-year-old daughter or the call he'd gotten a couple of hours before from the headmaster's secretary. It wasn't anything he needed to deal with right now, or anytime, for that matter. But being the single father of a girl like Angel meant dealing with the unexpected on a daily basis.
After about five minutes that felt more like twenty, Angel came out through the side door. There was a dark frown on her pretty face, but she smiled and waved when she spotted her father's car. He took a deep breath as he watched her walk slowly toward him.
That's when he realized why he'd gotten the call. It really wasn't so much about the scant outfit his daughter wore for the summer classes she was taking, but the way she looked in it. Her lightweight, peach colored blouse wasn't cut low enough to show any cleavage, but the way it draped over her insanely round, perky tits showed the shape of her bust to a T. It was cropped and knotted around her midriff, but it covered more than it showed.
The denim shorts she was wearing were somewhat skimpy and on the snug side, but it wasn't as if they were so tight and skimpy they let her ass cheeks show. The problem wasn't his daughter's shorts, but the tight, supple ass packed into them. And the long, tanned, shapely legs that looked as erotically hot as they were graceful. Just like her blouse wasn't the problem, but instead the haughty jut and bounce of the luscious tits underneath.
Earlier, when they left the house together and he'd dropped the girl off at school before going into the office, Roman had noticed his daughter and the outfit she'd put on. It was something he did every day. Angel was a beautiful girl, and Roman was proud of her. But now, after the call that threatened to ruin his day, he found himself appraising the girl in a very different way.
They were still getting used to the sultry climate in The Keys since they were new arrivals to the area. For that matter, the private academy Roman had enrolled his daughter in was just a temporary solution. It was already summer, and because of the timing of their move, she only needed to earn a few more credits to qualify for her diploma. The entire program was eight weeks, and there were still seven more to go.
Angel was wearing her long, jet-black hair loose today, and as she put her sunglasses on, Roman would never know what kind of mood his daughter was in if he hadn't seen the look on her face when she first came outside. In all reality, she looked like a beautiful girl on her way to the beach rather than a studious girl in summer school. But to be fair, that's what she had in mind that morning when she got dressed. Roman had promised to leave work early and take her to the beach after school.
"Dad, you're staring at me," she said when she finally reached the car. But instead of getting in, she went up to the driver's side where her father was sitting and stood close.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I was just trying to see what they thought was inappropriate."
"I know, right? Seriously, Dad. Do I look inappropriate to you?"
Roman tried to think of the right word for how his daughter looked, but there were too many to choose from. It was a strange sensation to sit there gazing at his sexy, eighteen-year-old daughter with an eye for appraising the decency of her outfit, and he couldn't help admitting how much he liked it.
"Maybe it was the shorts," he suggested.
"Why? They cover my whole butt and everything."
Roman looked at his daughter thoughtfully, taking the moment to stare straight at the way her skimpy shorts were riding her sleek body. As many times as he had looked at the girl's body before, but doing it covertly, it was an odd feeling to have a legitimate reason to do it openly now. And being honest with himself, he liked it more than he probably should have. But with Angel, it seemed impossible not to.
"Hmm, well they do cover what they're supposed to," he agreed. "But, um, were you doing anything where you had to bend over? That might be a problem."
"No!" she insisted. "But even if I did I'm still covered up, right? See?"
On that, the girl swiftly turned around and bent over, her barely covered ass now jutting out straight at her father's face as he sat in the car staring. She held the position long enough to give Roman a good, long look, glancing over her shoulder to ask if she was still covered up enough to be in school. But in that position, there was no way she was appropriate for any kind of school. Her shorts were lifted just above the tight little bottom creases of her ass cheeks, and the edges of the bikini she'd put on for the beach for after school were showing around the edges of her shorts.
Roman fought against the urge to reach out of the car and run his hand up the inside of his daughter's smooth leg. It was bad enough he gave in to another urge to shift his hand onto the bulge of his cock and give himself a private squeeze through his shorts.
"Honey? Please tell me you didn't have to bend over like that in school," he finally said.
"What!? No!" The girl straightened up instantly and went around the car to get in the passenger's seat. She was blushing and wouldn't look her father in the eye.
Roman decided to give her some space and started the car. He headed out in the direction of their favorite beach, but when they got about halfway there, Angel told him she changed her mind.
"I lost my mood for the beach," she said. "Can we just go home and maybe hang out by the pool instead?"
There was no reason not to, so Roman told her it was fine and changed direction at the first chance. They rode the rest of the way back to the house without talking. Angel didn't seem upset, but she was definitely deep in thought. Yet so was her father. He couldn't get the image of her bending over in front of him out of his mind. The girl's ass and legs were about as perfect as they could be, and the close-up view she had given him was still making his cock buzz with heat.
Roman wasn't completely alright with the way Angel dressed for school, especially this summer, and he realized he was going to have to talk to her about it or else he'd keep getting calls from the school. It wasn't the kind of conversation he was looking forward to, but since he was now raising her on his own he couldn't pass responsibilities like that on to her mother.
Through the divorce, Angel's mother didn't even ask for custody of their daughter. That much had been a huge relief to him. Besides, since Angel had turned eighteen, the decision was left to her whom she wanted to live with. In the end, it had only made the bond between father and daughter even stronger, and Roman was ready to brace himself for whatever he had to do on her behalf. She was the only girl in his entire life he would do anything for. He'd never loved her mother that much. Then again, maybe if he had they'd still be married. That thought never lasted long, though. He was much happier than he'd been in years.
When he pulled onto the crushed seashell-paved driveway along the side of their new house, Roman left the top down on the car, thinking they might go back out later for dinner or a movie. Angel still wasn't saying anything, and she hurriedly grabbed her backpack and went in the side door, letting the screen door slam shut with a loud clap.
Roman followed a few seconds after her, and when he got inside she was already on her way upstairs to her room. The house was a large A frame, with the upstairs bedroom occupying the entire upstairs except for the open end that looked down on the kitchen and living room. These were at the rear of the house where sliding glass doors looked out on a broad, wooden deck extending from the back of the house right up to the edge of the pool. Part of the deck was shaded under a canopy. There was a fenced in yard area to the side where there was also a storage shed, and on the other side of the deck an outdoor showerhead that was enclosed on three sides.
Angel went out to the deck and set her backpack on the patio table. Then she proceeded to peel off her blouse and shorts, revealing a scant, white bikini Roman had never seen her in before. It was the skimpiest swimsuit he'd ever seen his daughter in. The top tied on halter-style with a string, and the triangular strips didn't completely cover the pert spheres of her ripe, young tits. The bottom also tied with strings on each hip. The larger triangles covered the girl's ass and pussy mound, but just barely.
As he watched his daughter strip to her bikini and lie down in the sun on one of the lounge chairs, Roman realized his daughter looked nothing like an eighteen-year-old girl about to finish her last year of high school. If the shorts she'd worn to school that morning could make her own father secretly touch his dick while she bent over, then there were teachers and other students who were checking her out too. As much as this bothered him, the idea made his blood prickle with heat. The simple fact was that his daughter was a beautiful, intensely sexy girl, and the last thing he wanted to do was tell her that was anything to be ashamed of. On the other hand, he knew he couldn't just let it go, either.
He was already wearing the shorts he'd been planning to wear on the beach, so he didn't need to go into his bedroom to change. Instead, he puttered in the kitchen to put together a couple of sandwiches and chips for lunch. From there he kept his eye on his daughter where she lay sunbathing. Her skin was deeply tanned and flawlessly smooth, and her father was beginning to feel that same heat flushing through his cock that he'd felt in the car back in the school parking lot.
He probably should have snuck into the bathroom and grabbed a cold shower, but instead he grabbed a beer for himself and a cola for his daughter and brought their food and drinks outside.
"Hungry?" he asked as he set everything out on the table.