Arnie never took his eyes off his daughter, Alana, as she slowly stepped down into the warm jacuzzi. The sleek, tightly built blonde beauty was wearing a white leotard thin enough to see through. The moment the water soaked the well stretched fabric it became completely transparent. It was cut high on her hips, with a thong back, and low enough in front to leave the full inner curves of her C cup tits exposed. Her nipples were hard and making tightly gathered knots in the fabric of her bodysuit.
She had already set two glasses of wine beside the edge of the tub, and once she was comfortably seated on the bench, the water level playing right around her glorious nipples, she took one glass for herself and handed the other to her father.
Arnie took the glass with a smile, keeping his free hand on his cock as he lazily fondled himself. He always preferred to sit in the jacuzzi naked, but his daughter often wore some tiny thing to please her daddy's admiring eyes. Sometimes he was afraid his remarkable girl worked out too much and kept her body too thin, but her muscle tone was so tight. Having only recently turned thirty, Alana's body was as tight as any high school cheerleader. She nearly looked sculpted, and it was the best inspiration he'd ever had for staying in top shape himself.
The last of their part guests had left a couple of hours before, and once the catering crew was finished cleaning up they decided to relax in the tub for a while. The jacuzzi was connected to the large, indoor swimming pool, all within the solarium enclosed home spa that Arnie had added onto the house a few years before. It was their mutually favorite place to sit and relax, especially when they had important issues to talk over in private.
"So, did Chance accept the invitation?" the blonde asked her father.
Arnie nodded. His was on the conversation, but his eyes were on his luscious daughter. His cock was steadily growing thick and hard as he stroked it and her eyes frequently drifted to the sight of it just under the clear water.
"How much did you tell him?" she wanted to know.
"Nothing definite. I kept it a little vague, but Chance is no fool. I'm pretty sure he has his own suspicions about us, just like we do about him and Riley."
"Well, Daddy dearest," she said with a coy smile, "I can tell you we're past suspicion and have confirmation of what's going on between them."
Arnie smiled again. "Interesting," he said. "And what does my number one daughter know that I don't?"
Alana gave her father a mock scowl and pulled the sides of her leotard further apart to expose her firm tits. Then she casually played with her swollen nipples. "I better be your number one daughter since I also happen to be your only daughter."
"Baby, I could have a hundred daughters and you'd still be number one, you know that."
"I do," she smiled proudly, but then turned back to the topic at hand. "So, let's just say I have visual confirmation."
"Seriously?" Arnie raised his brow in surprise.
Alana replied with a smug grin and nodded. "While you were outside charming our guests, I happened to be upstairs in our bedroom with a pair of binoculars."
Arnie grinned and took a sip of his wine as he leaned back and gave his growing cock a few strokes. "And how did you happen to be at just the right window at just the right time?"
"I went up when after Chance left the grounds to look for her. Just before that I saw him at the bar and he asked me if I'd seen her. It just so happens that I did see her walk off about twenty minutes before that, but I'm afraid I told a little white lie and said I hadn't seen her. That's when I went upstairs."
"Clever girl," her father praised her with his cock still in his hand. "We knew there was something between them the second they arrived. It was only a matter of how much."
