Bridgetown is a gorgeous old colonial town on the ocean. Lexi swayed along the stone boardwalk, still feeling the pina coladas from earlier. I felt a bit intoxicated too, but it didn't have anything to do with alcohol. I suppose the spectacular sunset and Caribbean air had something to do with it, but the main reason was watching my lithe, teen daughter in her pale blue summer dress with her light nipples straining at the thin material. And the memory of her naked breasts on the beach that morning.
"Since when do you not wear a bra?" I asked. Lexi turned back from the sun that had almost sunk below the horizon, "Do I detect a hint of judgement in that question?"
I looked her straight in the eyes, resisting the urge to glance down at her breasts. "In all honesty, no. You're 18 now. You need to make your own decisions. It just seems unlike you."
She smiled and grabbed my hand. "Thanks, Dad. Thanks for not judging. It means a lot to me. Well, the fact is, I have been wanting to do this for a while. I guess now just seems like the time to let loose a bit. You okay with that?"
I laughed, "I don't think I have a choice in the matter. Especially when you seem to be in a competition of daring do with your friend Carmen." I have no idea what got into me next, maybe it was the warmth of the breeze, the warmth of her hand, the swell of her young breasts, or just temporary insanity. "Speaking of -- you know flashing your breasts on a beach is really not as daring as what Carmen did on a public city street."
My daughter looked at me for a moment in silence and then, "What are you saying, Daddy?"
I looked around, there was a large group of people not more than fifteen feet further along the boardwalk, a couple just walking past us, and, on a bench to our right, a couple of old guys sat chatting with each other.
I swallowed, hard. "Just that topless women on a beach are not that unusual. Not like, a topless girl on a public boardwalk." I held my breath not knowing how she was going to take this suggestion. She was silent again with an expression I couldn't read. Oh, fuck! I had gone too far. What an idiot. And a fucking pervert, too.
Lexi tilted her lovely blonde head and said, "You mean a boardwalk, like this one?"
"For instance," I nodded.
She looked around, nodding slowly. Then reached into her little purse and handed me her cell phone. "You're being way more fun than I expected. Daddy."
She took a few steps along the railing, swinging her hips and slid one strap of her dress off her shoulder. She turned back to face me and slowly pulled one side of dress down revealing her oh so delectable young breast. At that moment, Lexi was the most beautiful, sensual person I had ever seen. After staring with my mouth open for several seconds she said, "Well?"
"Oh. Sorry." I lifted the phone and took the first picture. Lexi threw a couple more poses, tilting her shoulders this way and that. I captured them all. We were aware the old guys were watching. I said, "Not bad."
This surprised her, "Not bad?"
I looked from the old men back to Lexi. "That's more or less, what Carmen already did. Not more daring."
"You're right," she said, then raised her voice enough for the old guys to hear, "Daddy." One of the old guys guffawed at this but then shut up when Lexi pulled the other side of her dress down. Both of my sweet daughter's beautiful tits were now exposed to the night air and the leering eyes of the older men. And, of course, me. "How's that?" She asked with satisfaction.
Without a smile I said, "You're getting there."
She frowned the cutest little frown. "Just getting there? I wonder where there might be for you, Daddy?"
I shrugged. Her frown changed to a look of determination, she reached down and very slowly raised the hem of her summer dress. Snap! What a picture -- Lexi baring her tits and white lacy panties. She smiled at the old guys. I quickly re-framed and got another picture with them in it.
Lexi fixed her dress, took my arm and we walked away from the boardwalk laughing. One of the old men called after us, "Thanks young lady. And you too, Daddy." The other guy said loudly to his friend, "That's some daughter and daddy."
We rounded the corner, still giggling. Taking her phone back Lexi said, "I'm starved. Where's the restaurant?"
"Just a couple of blocks that way." I said pointing. Lexi took my hand and we walked to the restaurant, both of us more than a little euphoric from the show she had just put on. This inappropriate behavior with my daughter felt way, way too good. It excited and scared me.
At the restaurant, we were shown to our seats. I hadn't expected it to be such a romantic, candle-lit spot. It shouldn't have, but it made me a bit uncomfortable. No reason why a father and daughter can't have dinner together at a restaurant. But, on this night, I was a father with a building guilty conscience. However, not so guilty that I didn't ask to see the photos after the waiter had poured our water and left us scanning the menus.
"You haven't seen enough of your daughter for one day, Daddy?" I shrugged at her.
She put the phone on the table and we both looked at the first picture of her revealing one breast. "I love the light in this picture," She said.
