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Ryan was finally returning home to his family after two years stationed overseas. The bus dropped him at the bottom of his street and he was walking along the path home, heading into the house that he and his wife had first moved into after they had married.
His early arrival would be a surprise to Marilyn. He had told her he would only be arriving tomorrow, but he couldn't resist the thought of seeing the surprise and happiness in her face at his unexpected arrival. He took a deep breath before opening the gate. He hoped no visitors would be home at this time - Marilyn was very outgoing and often had her friends visiting at the house. As he entered the garden he saw a young woman, presumably a friend of his wife, sunning herself in a red bikini by the side of the swimming pool.
The woman was staggeringly beautiful. She could not see him from the direction she was facing, but Ryan could comfortably take in the details of her body from where he stood. Her face was obscured by a sunhat; only a lock of gently curled dark hair tucked out of it and rolled over her shoulder. Her soft smooth golden body was soaking up the early afternoon sun. She had a slender neck above her smooth shoulders and a small bosom straining to escape from her bikini top.
Her flat stomach was evenly tanned and her long smooth legs stretched out to her pedicured feet. She ran her fingertips gently over her skin and her perfectly formed fingers moving delicately and sensuously over her body. Ryan felt a twinge of excitement in his groin as he soaked up the heady vision of the girl before him and wondered how long he had to indulge himself by taking in this sight.
He paused, smiling as he realized that she had not noticed him and that he had a few moments to cast his gaze across her body, almost caressing her with his vision.
"Ryan, my darling!" Marilyn's voice snapped him out of the building arousal. He struggled to hide the signs of arousal from between his thighs as he walked inside to embrace his wife.
"Marilyn!"
He held Marilyn closely to him. As they embraced she looked up into his face, the first time he had seen her eyes, her smile, in too long. Marilyn twisted out of his arms and called into the yard. Ryan turned and noticed the girl at the swimming pool slowly rising and taking her earphones out. Amy!
He felt his stomach drop as he realized that the girl he had been watching was his own daughter. Now eighteen, he barely recognized her body. As she took off her sunhat, he saw Amy's familiar face and he held out a loving embrace.
Confused and slightly embarrassed by the guilt of feeling aroused by Amy, he waited to receive her body for their first hug in two years. She had thrown a robe around herself now, though he could still make out the curves of her young body beneath it.
Amy wrapped her slender arms around his waist and put her cheek against his chest as she closed her eyes and squeezed him toward her.
"I missed you Daddy," Amy said softly as she looked up at him.
Ryan stroked his daughter's long brown hair and looked down at her face. She had grown so quickly into a beautiful sensual woman. He smoothed her hair back as she looked up, and he put the palm of his hand at the back of the neck, feeling the softness of her skin.
"Well I'm home now, baby, and we'll have lots of time to catch up on everything. You look so... much older, so beautiful," was all he trusted himself to say in that moment.
Marilyn sent Amy upstairs to get dressed and as she walked out of the room, Ryan shot one more glance at the back of her toned calves. Ryan turned to his wife, and together they walked into the house to celebrate his return.
After dinner that night, as he lay next to his wife, Ryan remembered his daughter's slender body stretched out by the swimming pool. He felt his arousal building up and he turned to his wife to try and deflect this desire. He ran his hands over Marilyn's body as they allowed each other to become familiar again with the curves and tones of their respective bodies.
As he cupped and caressed Marilyn's cleavage, he couldn't help but visualize Amy's small budding breasts. They kept pushing up into his mind, straining against his judgment. As he and Marilyn kissed, he pushed Amy's image out of his mind. His mouth reached for his wife's lips as she moved into his embrace. They fell asleep in her arms after they made love -- but his experience of returning home was about to take a more erotic turn.
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The following day he was able to watch Amy playing tennis, a sport in which she competed at her college. She was playing against a younger girl, blonde and lithe, and as it was only a trial match, there were not too many spectators. Rather than sit on the sidelines, Ryan took up a seat behind the baseline.
This allowed him to watch Amy's serve more carefully, something she had asked him to do earlier in the day to help her with her technique. As her younger opponent leant over to start bouncing one of the service balls before her serve, Ryan couldn't help but think that his vantage point also gave him a better view of her opponent's body.
The blonde had a tight white shirt on which showed off her cleavage and petite body. He noticed that she was standing a little too far behind the base line, though he decided he would only coach her on this later as it would be too distracting to mention during the game.
Instead, he settled down on the hard wooden bench and decided to enjoy watching the young girls compete. The blonde girl held her serve confidently, and Ryan watched Amy's service game. She would toss the ball high and stretch for it, showing good reach and height in her serve. Her body twisted through the arc of the serve and she could hit the ball cleanly and powerfully.
He would applaud occasionally, and then feel slightly embarrassed when he realized he was the only spectator doing so. The other viewers consisted of a middle aged woman - presumably the blonde's mother, reading a newspaper while she occasionally looked up, and a few teenagers who had come here to get away from someplace else.
Though there were a few long rallies from both girls, Amy could not seem to break her opponents serve. In fact, neither Amy nor the young blonde seemed to have a clear advantage over the other.
The first set was still tied and Amy was now serving from the side of the court nearest Ryan. As she tightened the strings on her racquet, she turned and glanced back over her shoulder. She flashed a great white smile towards her father and he beamed back at her, enjoying the chance to finally be close to his daughter again. There was so much he had missed during his time overseas and he wanted to make the most of the next few weeks before he would start work again.
She leaned over to bounce her service ball -- a method she used to focus on the upcoming serve. As she bent forward, Ryan's eyes slowly moved down from her hips to take in the details of her shapely thighs and calves. As she served, her muscles tensed and he could clearly see the definition of muscle on her legs.
On the next point, her angle of serve showed him a full view of her tight little behind in her white cotton skirt. When she bent over preparing for her next serve, he full a rush of blood through him as he realized she showed a glimpse of her white panties just before and after each shot.
He shot a quick glance across the court at the other stand. The teenagers had left, and the mother seemed even more deeply involved in her book than before.
