On Saturday morning after ten, Thomas was at his office checking some documents when Kristy knocked the door.
"Daddy, I'm going to lay out by the pool downstairs, okay?" She announced behind the door. Her father looked at the girl when her face showed a little bit before she went in the office. Then he saw her beautiful long brown hair covering her naked shoulders and she was wearing a tiny yellow bikini. He moved his face right away to avoid the sight of her.
"Do you wanna join me?" Kristy asked putting her finger between her teeth sensually. "You could go for a swim too." She completed in a melodic voice.
"No, thanks. I have lots of things to do," Thomas said trying to be nonchalant. Then, he looked up at her again: "Are you going down
like this
?"
"What do you mean
like this?
Don't you like my bikini?"
"It is sweet, though it is so
itsy bitsy teenie weenie bikini
, and there are lots of
curious
people gazing around the pool."
"So what? I hope you're not trying to teach me how to dress, are you, father?" Kristy asked coldly and he shook his head fearfully:
"No, of course not. You're nineteen years old and you do whatever you want."
"Of course I do whatever I want because we're in the twenty-first century, and girls are not told what to do like they were in the cavemen time. See you, daddy."
She left the room cheerfully, and the man lay his head on his desk sadly. He was devastated he was attracted to Kristy's body with that tiny bikini; embarrassed to feel that way since she was his daughter. Why had she touched his cock? Why had she given him the time? Now he could not get her off his head, and that was disgraceful."
Ten minutes went by, and Thomas did not manage to sit at his desk to do his task. He stood up and walked to the living room window. They lived on the fifth floor, and the swimming pool area could be widely seen. Then he looked out and saw Kristy sitting graciously by the swimming pool. Two or three minutes later, a guy sat close to her and both started to talk enthusiastically. Thomas clenched his fist and closed the window curtains. He was fuming. He went back to his office. He knew he had no right to be angry.
Kristy returned one hour later, holding her cell phone as she entered her father's office.
"Still working, daddy?" asked the girl as she saw him reading documents with his glasses. He removed them from his face and stood up:
"I have no right to interfere in your clothes, but I hope you didn't go up in the elevator only with that bikini since it's a disrespect to other tenants."
"Of course I wore a bathrobe to use the elevator, Dad. I just took it off in the living room when I went in," she replied angrily putting her hands on her waist. "You're
definitely
not a person from the twenty-first century, are you pa?"
"I don't care about the damn twenty-first century," Thomas grunted as he sat back on his chair. "If it is the century when a man has to put up with his princess talking to an ugly weird guy by the swimming pool, then I don't like it at all."
"Kyle is very nice, Dad. Only
square fathers
are jealous of their daughters as if the poor girls belonged to them. You make me want to
move out
of here, you know, daddy."
"Never mind. Talk to Kyle whenever you want to."
"Of course I will talk to him whenever I want. You'll
never
tell me what to do. Oh, my phone. Hello." She answered. "Oh, hi, Ann, how are you doing? What? You're asking me about the math homework on a sunny Saturday morning?" She turned back, and her father could not help looking at her firm round butt. It looked really sexy, and his cock started to get hard. "Oh, get a life!" Kristy went on talking to her classmate. "You could call Helen. She is nerdy and can help you, okay?"
Thomas kept on starring on Kristy's ass. Her thigh were really pretty too. She was curvy and perfect. No wonder that stupid guy downstairs had come over to talk to her. Kristy turned to face her Dad again. Thomas looked at her top bikini and saw the part of her beautiful middle breast since only her nipples were covered. His cock was still throbbing, and he looked down feeling guilty. Kristy hung up the phone. She parted her lips in a sweet manner:
"Hey, daddy. I'm making some coffee for me. Do you want me to bring you some too?"
"No, thanks. I should never drink coffee before lunch."
"You should never stare at my ass
either
," she added humorously, and Thomas' stomach churned with discomfort:
"I didn't do that. I
swear!
" He protested.
"Of course you did, Dad. Do you think I'm a moron? Don't worry, though. I'm not mad you stared at me because I know you'll buy me a car soon."
"I'm not sure if I have money right now," he replied gloomily. "But I'll find a way."
Kristy went out on many nights, and her father knew she was in a new relationship. Thomas even overheard her talking to Kyle on the phone, so he was sure she was dating again. The man was sad, but tried to look at the bright side. At least, Kristy and he would not do wrong things again. One week went by, and the man started to be very horny. He thought he should look for a girlfriend, but he did not do anything about it like going out with friends or searching for someone on the internet. His daughter did not sleep home two or three nights. He felt like scolding her, but he was afraid she was going to snap at him and come up with the
twenty-first century
stuff, so he decided to shut up.
On Friday night, Thomas was lying in bed reading a book when he heard the living room door opening and closing. Kristy had arrived and called him. She appeared in his bedroom and knocked the door to draw his attention.
"Are you going to bed that early, daddy? No TV tonight?"
"I am finishing up a mystery book that I've been reading for a long time," Thomas said and she saw him on his striped blue pyjamas. "What about you? Aren't you going out with your sweetheart tonight?"
"Kyle went to a concert with his friends. I didn't want to go because those songs suck, and they had bought their tickets a long time ago before I even met my boyfriend." Kristy came close to her father, hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Hum, you took a shower and smell good, Dad. I knew you've always been neat in spite of the mess in this apartment."
"It hasn't been messy anymore," the man replied, and the girl moved her finger as though she was a teacher:
"Good for you it is tidy. See you, Dad."
