Beach Fun With My Daughter

Jim Thorpe lay back on his beach towel and surveyed the

scene before him. Sparkling blue water rippled in the

dazzling sunlight, golden rays bouncing off of the wave

crests to reflect back into his blue eyes. He sighed

heavily; he was in heaven. The sounds of teen girls playing

all around him in the sand filled his ears and sparked his

brain. Surreptitiously he let his gaze float over the

closest two girls playing nearby with a bucket and sand.

Two girls, crouched on the sand dumping shovelfuls of the grainy stuff into the buckets . Their one-piece swimming suits clung to their shapeless bodies tightly, molding their undeveloped shoulders and hips and behinds.

Jim Thorpe took this sight into his mind and relished it.

You see, Jim Thorpe just loved teenage girls.

He loved looking at them, he loved being near them, he

loved fantasizing about them. Jim Thorpe was also 35 years

old.

Jim was in heaven because his wife had gotten a migraine

headache this morning and said that she wouldn’t be able to

go down to the beach with him and their daughter, Jennifer.

Secretly, Jim thanked his lucky stars for that. Now he

could lay here on the beach and watch all the cute daughter running around and playing on the sand. And his wife

wouldn’t be there to wonder what he was looking at.

Jim was 35 years old but he was a much younger-looking man.

He had a muscular, lean body that he liked to keep in

shape. He had short cut dark blonde hair and a ruggedly

handsome face.

His chest was broad and though he lacked hair on it his

muscles more than made up for it. He was wearing a pair of

loose-fitting dark-blue-with-black-stripes swim trunks,

with the legs of the trunks running down to his knees.

Almost like shorts. He had purposefully picked these to

wear because he didn’t want anyone to notice his erection

as he watched the pretty swimming-suit clad girls run by.

He looked out towards the water now and squinted into the

glaring sunlight at the bathers out in the clear blue

water. He tried to find his daughter among the crowd but

she was lost in the multitudes. Funny thing, even though

Jim loved teen girls he had never had a sexual thought

concerning his daughter. Perhaps it was the stigma of the

I-word–Incest! He didn’t know. Another thing was that

Jim had never touched another teen, even though the

very idea of it was fuel for his masturbation fantasies.

Jim took another peek at the two girls playing with

the bucket and shovel, noting that the one girl was now on

her knees in the sand and her tiny buttocks were pointing

right at him. He could see where her one-piece suit rode

up slightly into the crack of her butt. He closed his eyes

and imagined that he was behind her, his hand cupping the round butt cheeks and squeezing them. As the girl

played, his hand slipped in between her thighs in the back

and proceeded to trace a path along her swimsuit crotch,

playing over top of her covered mound.

His finger was just about to slip underneath the elasticlegband of her suit when he heard—-

“Daddy! Hand me my towel, will you please? It’s cold onceyou get out of the water!”

Jim opened his eyes to see his daughter standing before

him, dripping wet, arms hugging her tight body as

she stood there shivering in the sun. Jim reached to the

side and grabbed her beach towel and handed it to his

daughter.

“Thanks, dad! Were you falling asleep?” Jennifer asked

her father as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders

and closed it in front of her.

“Nah, just daydreaming, honey,” Jim answered her. Lucky he

had on the loose swim trunks, he thought to himself.

Wouldn’t look too good for his daughter to see her old dad

sporting an erection now would it!

Jennifer Thorpe was beautiful girl . Well,

nine in three months, anyway.