Raja is living with his family in Newyork now. He has only one daughter Mala, a college girl. Raja's wife is a working woman. Raja stood at the sliding glass doors to the patio admiring his daughter just home from college on her first Fall break. Still eighteen, broke, and not knowing many people, home was the best plan she could come up with. Indian Summer weather was good for getting in a last all-over tan. She was naked, stark naked, and Raja hadn't seen her that way since she was four. A lot changed in fourteen years. Mala was all woman but still had no hair on her pundai, and that shaved pundai was wide open and aimed at the door to catch the direct sunlight coming in from over the house. She had a gorgeous set of legs hanging off each side of the lounger with two of the proudest D-cup titties aimed skyward. She was a vision who thought she had the house to herself.
Raja studied his beautiful daughter, noting the absence of any tan line, an indication that she did this sort of tanning often. She went off to college a virgin with a full bush. He'd bet a paycheck on it, but he wouldn't bet a dime on her virginity, now. Disregarding the shaved pundai, she had that look about her. She now knew what the facts of life were all about. Raja never allowed himself the luxury of dreaming about fucking Mala. Somehow, now that she was a sexually active adult, things were different. He dared dream the impossible dream. She gets horny; he gets horny; she has a pundai; he has a cock. Why not?
The big question was how to. Raja knew how to come onto women. He was quite good at scoring, but how do you come onto a daughter. Better yet, how do you score a fuck off a daughter? How do you keep her mouth shut and score more. There was only one thing she needed - more money. Will a daughter fuck her father for money?
Raja thought and thought while studying the most desirable body he had ever seen outside of a men's magazine. He studied a pundai that could serve as a model for pussies. Mala could be a pundai model. She was proud of her pundai. She had every right to be. pundai like hers should be seen. He doubted she wore panties, probably known for her beavers. She was the type. He knew the type. They were easy. She looked like a slut. Only a slut would sun her shaved pundai that way.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He eased the door open and slipped out undetected. He moved to the foot of the lounger and drew a chair over to sit between her hip and knee. She heard the chair and her eyes popped open.
Appa!
Mala!
She didn't try to cover, get up, or even pull her legs up; she just lifted her head to say, "Appa, what are you doing home?"
Raja didn't look at her pundai. The time wasn't right. He addressed her as though she were dressed, looking into her face while saying, "I had to get away from the office. Sometimes, I just have to. Don't you ever feel that way at college? Don't you ever ditch classes?"
"Sure. I just didn't expect anyone home until four."
Now was the time. His eyes roamed her body as he said, "Yes, I noticed. [staring right at her pundai] When did you start mowing the playground?"
She chuckled and said, "Mowing the playground. I'll have to remember that metaphor. I began shortly after arriving at State. My roommate talked me into it. I suppose you disapprove."
Still looking at her pundai, he said, "Not at all. Pubic hair can be attractive but some look better naked. Your roommate was right. Is he pleased with the result?"
"HE?"
"Okay, is she pleased?"
"Yes, she is pleased. Did you actually think I had a male roommate in a college dorm?"
"Things are different, now. I thought it was all coed. I figured you would want a male."
"What would make you figure that?"
Are you a lesbian?"
"NO!"
"Then you like guys, right?"
"Well, yes, but I still wouldn't want to live with one I wasn't in a relationship with. Appa, I should put something on if we're going to talk."
"Why, are you uncomfortable with your body."
"No, not at all...it's just...well. I thought you might be more comfortable."
After looking her over, he said, "Do I look uncomfortable?"
"Fine, if this doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. What would you like to talk about?"
"Sex."
"Appa, I should get dressed if that's what you want to talk about."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Yes, I'm getting that feeling, and I am probably feeling what a stripper feels after twirling and tossing the last item. Now it's time to curtsey and graciously back my way off stage. Appa, I am feeling very naked."
"You are very naked. How about some lotion?"
Raja picked up the pump bottle and began pumping one palm full. Mala watched in amazement. When he set the bottle down, then rubbed the two hands together, she had to say, "Appa, what are you planning to do?"
"Rub this lotion on you."
"On me where?"
"Wherever it looks like you need it. Come on, Mala, I'm not going to rape you. Would it hurt to give your old man a cheap thrill? How often do you think I get a chance to rub lotion on a naked college coed with a shaved pundai and dynamite tits, humm?"
"Amma wouldn't like this."
"Amma isn't here."
"You weren't here either until you suddenly were. What makes you think she won't play hookey?"
She can't. We're safe."
"Appa, we shouldn't do this, or even be like this."
"Mala, are you afraid you'll get turned on, jump my old bones, commit incest, get pregnant, and have to drop out of school to bear an illegitimate bastard which you'll be stuck with for the rest of your life, though he plays a good banjo, ummm?"
Mala could not hold back the laugh. That was a good one. That good long laugh relaxed her and made her smile. She studied him, then said, "All right, apply the lotion wherever you think I need it most. I'll just lie back and pretend you're not."
"Anywhere?"
She had to raise her head again to say, "I know what you want to do. If that will give you a cheap thrill, go ahead and do it"
