All for Daddy 3: Sweet Summertime

It’s the first week of summer 1989, the summer I turn 15. I can’t believe how great the weather is, warm, but not too hot. First thing in the morning, I go downstairs to the kitchen in just my two-piece. It’s bright blue and even though it’s not a bikini, it’s not one of those old lady two-piecers either. It ties on either side of my hips and the top ties behind my neck and just below my shoulders. I tie the knots loose.

I grab a glass of juice and head straight for the deck. My bottle of baby oil is just where I left it. I finish my juice, then squeeze out a handful of oil and begin to slather it on. I start at my neck, then work down to my chest and belly, trying to get my legs completely coated. I love the way the oil warms up on my skin in the sun.

After about a half hour, I hear my mom rushing around the kitchen, then leaving for work. She doesn’t even notice I’m out here. A little while after that, my dad comes down. I hear him making coffee. He always drinks at least half a pot before he leaves for work. And a little while after that, I hear the door to the deck slide open.

He stands behind me drinking his coffee. I love knowing he’s there looking at me. I tilt my head back, look up at him and smile. He smiles back down at me, takes another sip of his coffee and walks around to stand next to me. I shift a little and wish I’d taken my top off to sunbathe.

“How’s my little girl this morning?”

“I’m fine daddy.”

He bends over and picks up the bottle of baby oil and asks me if I need any help getting it into the hard to reach places. I giggle and nod. I was hoping he’d ask. Even though we fucked last night, I’ve wanted his hands on me since the moment I woke up. He puts down his coffee and squirts some baby oil into the palm of one of his hands.

“Take off your top baby.”

I grin and quickly undo my top. He smiles the second my tits are out. He loves my 34C’s just as much as I do. At school, the boys have been calling me “headlights” for over a year. Not that I mind. I like having a nice pair of titties. I like boys looking at them and I like knowing what boys think about girls with big tits.

I lay back and my dad slowly begins to work the oil into my throat and shoulders, then slowly down to my tits. The minute his hands cup around them, I feel my pussy get juicy. I even moan a little. He starts to squeeze my tits, working the oil into each one carefully, out to the nipples, twisting my nips just a bit as he does it.

“Baby, you’re getting your dad all hot and bothered, did you know that?”

I keep my eyes closed and smile.