Its Different With This One

Fathers with daughters worry about people hurting their daughters. With my other ones, that was the reality. But with this Victoria...I only worried about the people who tried to hurt her by the time she was done with them.

Strong willed. Sharp tongued. A vicious and ruthless animal hiding under a suntanned veneer and big brown eyes. Daddy's girl from the start, even long after most Dads become enemy number one. There was no shortage of attitude from here in the ages you'd expect it, but when push came to shove...the Daddy's Girl inside her always won out.

Which explains where we are now. She's a grown woman, out on her own in the world. Being just as amazing as I thought she would be. Job, place of her own, nothing holding her back from what she wants, just how I taught her to live.

But when push comes to shove...the Daddy's Girl inside her always wins out.

It's hard to say when it started exactly. We are a tight knit family. Doors are always open, no need to make plans, just come by and we're happy to see her. It started happening a bit more often than normal. I just chalked it up to the free laundry service and a refrigerator full of her favorite food that we always kept.

Summer has arrived now and Victoria comes over every weekend to sunbathe by our pool. Apparently the pool at her complex has too many guys staring at her or chatting her up. I knew she was pretty, I just never stopped and thought of Victoria as the type of girl you could pick up with a line by the pool...and I was right.

The first weekend of summer she was out there getting sun with her mom. They were talking and drinking White Claws and laughing. As I walked by the sliding doors to the pool, I noticed that for the first time, I saw her in her bikini as a woman. This svelte, toned creature with such fluid movements in a tiny frame. I understood why the guys at her complex felt compelled to try to get her attention...suddenly I wanted it too. I couldn't break away, my eyes traced every curve from her neck down to the soles of her feet.

I'm not sure when she noticed me, but when my eyes made their way back up to her face, I could see her looking at me. Inside I panicked...did I just get caught the first time I really looked at her? Did I just become the creep?

Fuck that, I'm not going down that way. I made eye contact and held it. The tension made it hard to breathe, but she did not look away. We stayed there, eyes locked for what felt like minutes, but were mere seconds until her mom got up to dip in the pool to cool off and Victoria joined her.

Over the next few weeks, life got back to normal. Victoria got busy with her life and friends and I settled back into a normal weekend routine. The thought of us locking eyes for those few minutes never faded, but it seemed more and more like a one time event.

Then came the fateful weekend. Victoria came over first thing in the morning with more laundry than I could have imagined. I went out to help her carry it all in like a good dad should. As she bent down to place a basket on the floor, the t-shirt she was wearing dangled just a bit and gave me a view I would never forget.

Two perfectly tiny breasts...not even a handful while hanging down...and piercings she had definitely not mentioned getting...a barbell through each tiny nipple. I couldn't stop staring and when she straightened back up she looked at me with my whole body frozen in a mix of shock and desire. Then she looked down at her t-shirt which was still a little open and realized what happened.

"Oops...sorry dad." But with a sly grin that clearly demonstrated that is was more "sorry not sorry" than sincerity. All I could say was "you're good" and turned and walked out of the laundry room as fast as I could.

I went all the way through the house as I heard her chat up her mom needing a minute to gather myself. I got into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, but it was no use. I was hard as a rock..I couldn't get the image out of my head. I reached down, pulled it out and after a total of four pumps, jets of cum landed on the counter in front of me.

It wasn't hard to figure out why. She was a younger version of her mother physically, right down to the A cup bra size she wore. But with more edge, a greater curiosity about the world and fewer inhibitions in general.

The next weekend came and Victoria was back with another staggering amount of dirty laundry. I was more than eager to see what might happen next. To my surprise, she arrived wearing a tank top that was clearly a size too big and again, I got a perfect view down it. This time I looked up while she was bent down and met her eyes. She smiled slyly and went and straightened back up to turn the washer on. On her way by she reached out and touched my arm as she went by and it felt like lightening had just hit me. Any doubt I had that all this was an accident was erased by her touching my bicep for no reason.

More weekends passed and we played the game of her showing off and me no longer pretending to not look. I was disappointed to hear that she had bought a washer & dry and so she wouldn't need the free laundry help and the free torture she was giving me. But I felt like now there were enough breadcrumbs for me to follow if I dared. I had to know.

I called her a few days later and asked if she wanted to go out and do something after work Friday. I knew she was in-between boyfriends and she's more of a Saturday night girl than Friday night. She said yes and I swung by and picked her up.

I drove us over to the beach where there's a seafood place we both love. After some crab and sangria, the sun had finally gone down and there were just breezes and waves. I suggested we take a walk, mostly because I wanted to let the sangria get out of my system before we drove home and she agreed that it was too early and too nice out to be in the car.

We walked about a mile down the beach from the restaurant and decided to have a seat on the sand for a few minutes. After a couple minutes of pensive silence I said "I love the ocean in the summer when it's warm like this. We'll have to come back to swim next time." A moment or two went by and Victoria piped up "why don't we go swimming now? We have plenty of time."

I looked at her and said "We didn't bring bathing suits or towels." She looked at me, looked around at the empty beach and the dark street behind the dunes before standing up and shrugging out of her shorts. "We don't need them, no one's going to see." By the time her sentence was done, she was wearing just a tiny thong and a smile. I made no effort to protest as I stripped down to my boxers and ran down the beach behind her into the water.

We hit the water and it was unseasonably warm, near bath water temperature as it tends to do here in the summer time. I dove straight in head first and popped up to see her about 20 feet away. I swam closer and we talked about nothing that mattered for 5 minutes or so. The sea breeze gusted once and I saw her shoulders shiver a bit as the wind hit her and saw my opening.

I swam over to her, got planted against the sea swells and pulled her into my arms. She immediately pressed close and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her swollen nipples against my chest. My cock swelled like it hadn't swollen in years and strained at the fabric of my boxers. In my ear I heard the catching of her breath as my cock pressed through the fabric against her pussy lips. She instinctively moved her hips to center herself and let herself slouch down against it.

My hands moved down the small of her back to her hips to help keep her steady against the ebbs and flows of the water. Eventually the growth in my boxers got to be too much and I shifted to let my engorged cock slide out of the hole in my boxers.

This time Victoria made more than a gasp as the length of it reached from her swollen lips past her ass. The bare skin of the shaft touched the bare skin of her inner thighs and the tiniest bit of her pussy that wasn't covered by the thong. She started rocking her flips so her pussy could slide against me through her though. Quiet breathy moans left her mouth while I stayed quiet, using my hands to guide her hips.

After a minute of this, she reached down between us and slid her thong to the side and I could feel just so soft her pussy felt. She slid down, letting her lips catch against the ridge at the head of my cock...the came right back to grinding against the base of my shaft. This happened over and over until her moans got louder in my ear while my hands had moved to holding her ass and rocking her back and forth against my length.

She quickened her pace until she was almost out of breath. Finally she whispered "Dad...I'm so close." I told her "Don't stop...let it go baby." Instantly she buried her face in my neck and muffled a cry as she came. I was so beyond turned on all I wanted to do was to shift and bury my length inside her. When she finally caught her breath, I reached down between us to angle myself in.

Before I could she stopped me and whispered "wait...I just...please wait..." and so I did. I let her stay gently rocking against me while she finished her release. I reached up and pulled her hair out of her face and watched as her eyes opened. She unwrapped her legs and stood on her own feet...before taking my hand and pulling me towards the beach.

I was both enthralled and disappointed at the same time. She must have sensed that in me because she stopped after a few steps. She stayed in front of me with her back to the beach and stood more upright out of the water, showing off her perfect and tiny tits. She stepped have a step closer to me and reached into the water with her hand, wrapping it around my cock, still sticking out of the hole in my boxers.

Her eyes met mine and she said "Oh my God Dad...how do you hide this?" as her hand started to slowly glide back and forth across my length. I made no attempt to answer her and I just locked eyes with her and savored the stroking of her hand back and forth on my cock. I was so turned on from looking at her and hearing her cum that it only took a few strokes from her before that final swell expanded my cock in her hand. Victoria noticed it, tightened her grip slightly and said "Let it go Dad...please let it go for your best girl..." She didn't have the sentence finished before my cock spasmed in her hand and I cried out without any thought as to who might hear me.

Victoria kept stroking until she was sure I was empty and we both stared at each other for a moment. I started to open my mouth when she said "Dad... just... be." I immediately stopped. I tucked myself back in and we walked back up to the beach front.

When we were dry enough, we put on just enough clothes to make it back to my car without breaking any laws. The way home was filled with music on the radio to keep me from saying something dumb and the heat turned up to dry out our clothes and warm our bodies.

After too short of a drive, I pulled up in front of Victoria's place. As I was about to reach up and shut the car off, she leaned over and hugged me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "I'm really tired Dad...I'm going to crash. I had a lot of fun tonight."

I smiled and said "Me too honey." She said "Text me when you get home" and then popped out of the car and walked up to her door. I waited for her to go inside before driving away.

Even now... after all that's happened... I think about that night and what it meant... and what it started.