Ever since I was a little girl, we've been spending our summers at the beach. Mom and Dad would rent a beach house, and we'd stay an entire month. Something happened in July with Dad that changed my perspective of what summer at the beach would mean from now on.
My dad is 43. He's 6'2", about 220 pounds. Strong and muscular. He's a virile man. He's not someone to be trifled with. He's very successful, and not used to hearing "No" from anyone. He always gets his way.
This summer, after we'd been at the beach for 2 weeks, my mom and brother were leaving early. Mom had to get back to work, and my brother was starting football practice. Dad and I were going to stay for two more weeks.
The day they left was like all the ones we'd already had. We'd spent the day at the beach, and then Mom and Sam drove off. They thought they could be back home by midnight if they drove straight through.
Dad and I were looking forward to two more weeks of relaxing. I was trying to wind down from the stresses of being 19, and Dad was always stressed from work.
Dad and I decided to walk down to the beach before we ate supper. I ran back into the beach house, and put on a new bikini I'd been waiting to wear. It was small, sure, but I have the body for it. My mom is so rigid and puritanical, I knew she wouldn't approve. But my dad has always been more giving and loving, and I knew he'd let me wear it. I wanted an all over tan, and the string bikini I had on would allow me to get one. Starting tomorrow. But, I had the idea to show Dad before we went down to the sand in the morning, just in case. I pulled my t-shirt over my strings, and met Dad for the walk. We were only a short distance away from the water's edge and it wasn't really dark yet. It looked like a storm was coming in. "Drat. I want to sunbathe tomorrow," I looked up at my Dad and said.
He smiled down at me, and I told him I had a new suit for a better tan and I wanted to show it to him to make sure it was OK. He said, "OK, Darcy, let's see." I pulled the t-shirt off, and he got a weird look on his face. He was staring at my breasts and my vagina. I wasn't sure what to do so I stood there.
"You've gotten to be such a beautiful woman, Darcy," Daddy complimented me. It made me feel good that he noticed.
"Do you like my suit?" I asked him. I even twirled around so he could see the front and back.
I guess there really wasn't much to the suit. I have really big boobs, and the material was acting like a harness instead of a bra. My boobies were shifting around every time I moved. But so what? My dad wouldn't care. I looked down, and thought, "Uh oh." I forgot to shave the hair around my pussy. It was sticking out all over. But I didn't need to be embarrassed in front of my dad. I'd shave tonight, and then it would be fine in the morning.
"Mom's such a prude, I couldn't wear this while she was here. You're more easy-going; I didn't think you'd mind." I smiled at him and he put his arm around me and gave me a hug. I put my t-shirt back on and we walked back to the house. Dad put his arm around me, and pulled me close to him. My boobs were pressed against his chest. His arm drifted down my back and he actually pulled me closer to him by grabbing my butt. It wasn't a grope exactly. More like a firm hand, pulling me in.
I sat in the kitchen talking to Dad while he fixed supper. I had taken a shower and was only wearing the same t-shirt. We weren't going out or anything, and I was only in front of my Dad. I didn't think it was a big deal. Dad kept looking at me while we were talking. I thought I saw him looking at my pussy a lot. It must have been showing. I'm real hairy. It's thick and black. I know I've got more because I've seen other girls in the gym, and my boyfriends have either been real turned on by it, or repelled. So if my t-shirt didn't cover me, there was a lot to see. I should've put some undies on, but I was too comfortable basking in his attention, to leave. I thought I might break the spell. I know he stared at my boobs, too. I'll admit they're a distraction when I don't have a bra on. They're big and jiggly. I like having them played with - it's just so dreamy when they get massaged or stimulating to me when they get banged back and forth into each other. This was the first time Dad paid attention to me as a woman. It was so novel, and I liked the attention. I started to wonder what it would be like if my Dad got turned on. But then I realized, "No way. He might look like a stud, but I'm his daughter."
We ate dinner at the table and Dad seemed to keep staring into my eyes. He barely ate anything. I caught him looking at my jugs, too, and so I gave them a shake to get his reaction. It was kind of funny, really. My boobies were swaying and his eyes just followed them. Left, right, left. He was watching my titties and he dropped his fork. I had my legs open - I wasn't thinking, I guess - and I still hadn't put my undies on. When Daddy leaned over to pick his fork up, I didn't move. I didn't want to draw attention to my nakedness down there. But my legs were open, and I think he saw anyway, because he just kept looking at me so strangely.
Thunder and lightning started a storm while we were still eating. Without any warning, except for that one big lightning bolt, all the electricity went off. Dad couldn't remember where the candles were, so we both went looking for them. He kept bumping into me. Almost like it was on purpose. I started giggling at the idea of that. My Dad trying to cop a feel. No way. But a couple of times I felt his hands running over my butt. There was no way he was looking for candles when he did that.
We went into the living room. We had a few candles lit, but the house was really dark. There were shadows in the room where we sat, and I guess we could see each other OK. Dad sat on one couch, and I sat across from him on another. I was doing all the talking. I'm really demonstrative. When I talk, I use my hands and move around with my story. Dad just listened and watched me. I swear he was so intense. I guess my boobs were jiggling and my pussy was exposed. Maybe that's why he seemed to be boring holes into me with his eyes.
I didn't have any idea how late it was, and Daddy wasn't doing any talking. I thought I'd just go to bed. I stood up and yawned and stretched, and walked across the room to give Daddy a kiss good night. It was dark, so I walked kind of slow, because I really couldn't see all that well. When I got close to Daddy I stopped in front of him and bent down to give him a peck. I put a hand on each of his knees so I wouldn't lose my balance. I bent down and puckered up for a quick peck. I said, "Good night, Daddy,"
But just when leaned in to give him a kiss, there was a loud thunderbolt that startled me. I lost my balance and my hands slid forward along Daddy's legs. And my hand ended up on his dick. It was an accident, and just when I was about to apologize, he started to have an orgasm in his swimming trunks. "UHNNN. FUCK. UHNNN. FUCK." Daddy was really getting off.
All I could think to say was, "Oh, my." For lots of reasons. I was stunned that Daddy would cum like that. Did I cause that, I wondered? And then his dick was so big. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. And then, too, Daddy took his hand and put it over mine and started to slide my hand up and down on his cock. I guess, "Oh, my" summed it all up. He really made a mess in his trunks, too. I still wasn't sure what was going on. Surely Daddy wasn't attracted to me that way. There was no way. But I was a woman. And Mom was gone. Was he going to use me to satisfy himself? That thought sent a tingle rushing through me. I actually got goose bumps. But it horrified me some, too.
Daddy got up from the couch and told me he was going to take a shower, and I should get ready for bed. He didn't say anything about the orgasm, so I sure wasn't going to bring it up.
