Do You Want Me, Daddy?

When I was thirteen my parents finally decided that I did not need a babysitter and that I could be left home alone. In my new found freedom I would often take to laying out by our pool, just getting a tan. Three years passed and it was no different. During the summer, on days I wasn’t working, I would put on a bikini and just go lay by the pool.

That one fateful day I was feeling a little bit horny…okay very horny, and I decided to do something about it. Moving my hands to my tits I began to rub my nipples through the thin bathing suit fabric. They instantly hardened so I began to rub them harder, tugging them, etc. I was so lost in my reverie that I didn’t hear the car pull up, or the door slam, or the door to the back porch open.

“You know, you could probably do that better if you took the top off.”

Snapping out of it I looked up into the face of my father. A face that had a hint of…lust in it? Why not? I was a sixteen year-old girl with a fairly good body, who was masturbating. A turn-on for any guy, no?

“Wh-what?”

“I said you could probably do that better if you took the top off. You know, free your boobs so you can have free-range of them.”

Still being extremely horny I decided to go with it. I untied the top and threw it into the pool.

“Like this Daddy?”

“Yeah baby, just like that.”

“I suppose I should continue what I was doing. Let me see, ooo yeah, that feels so good. My nipples are hard and need to be rubbed.