This story began a number of years ago. It was a time when middle-class homes did not have central air-conditioning and most had only one bathroom. For as long as I can remember my Daddy washed my hair every Saturday night because our bathtub did not have a shower. It became something of a ritual. Some time Mom would come in sit on the toilet and watch and chat with Dad and me. Mom often talked about how pretty I was and how I was going to break a lot of boy's hearts.
I would ware only my panties so I wouldn't get my top wet. Likewise, Daddy would take his shirt off so he wouldn't get wet. He would hook up a hose with a spray head on one end and attached the other to the bathtub faucet. I would kneel over the tub and Daddy would get the water just right and spray my hair. He would then pour shampoo on my head and work it into a lather with his strong fingers and hands. He would lather me up and rinse and then lather again. He would then give me a final rinse after which he would take a fluffy towel and rub my head and dry my hair. I would wrap the towel around my head and Daddy would start my bath water and leave me to take my bath.
This routine continued even after I began to develop physically. Everyone told me I had a great figure. I wore a 36 C bra and my puffy nipples indicated I was still developing Being a red head, my pussy was covered with a curly red haired patch. I remember the week after my eighteenth birthday Mom was away visiting her sister and my brother was away at college so it was just Daddy and me. As I knelt over the tub Daddy came into the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts. I asked him why he was just wearing his short and he replied he didn't want to get his pants wet. Daddy was a very handsome 38 year old man. He was over six feet tall, prematurely gray and had a very big and powerful chest and muscular arms. I noticed a bulge in his shorts as they separated at the fly. Daddy knelt behind me which was different than the past. Before he would kneel next to me to wash my hair. He reached around me and turned on the water. I felt a hardness against my bottom as he leaned forward. His salt and pepper hairy chest rubbed against my bare back and it felt warm and nice.