The benefits of a pool

Chapter 1
I know I should have just turned around and walked away. The guilt took in an instant as I realized what I was doing. After all it’s probably not a normal thing for a man to stand in the shadows watching his only daughter masturbate. As quickly as the guilt took hold my mind started racing to rationalize my presence there. She shouldn’t be doing that, especially not there on the couch. I had gone upstairs to go to bed well over an hour ago so I’m sure she thought I had long since fallen asleep. But She should have realized that if I were awake and I happened to make my way downstairs again I would see her on the couch long before she saw me or heard any clue that I was coming down.
Maybe she assumed I would turn the light on before I rounded the corner into the alcove that overlooked the living room. Had I done that to navigate my way downstairs she would have had plenty of time to cover up before coming into my view. She had to recognize that I’ve been living in this house since shortly after her mother and I split up nearly 10 years ago. Didn’t she? I haven’t needed that light for years.
However it happened, here I was standing several feet above her in total darkness my form further veiled by the solid safety banister that kept one from falling off the edge of the upstairs hallway into the living room down below. I now know it’s not my fault that I caught her here and for a moment the guilt started to slide away.
It wasn’t the first time I had caught her masturbating. It was however the first time I started to watch. The last time wasn’t my fault either, at least not completely.
The last time was just a few weeks past her 17th birthday. Ninety percent of the time I have the house all to myself so I typically just walk into any room I need to without thinking much about it. When she is with me for the weekend I try hard to respect her privacy and almost always knock on any closed doors before walking in. For this particular instance it wasn’t more than fifteen minutes since I had seen her out by the pool with her friend. I know this for certain because I was trying to avoid what I perceived as one of the several other real benefits of having a pool.
When her mother and I split up I made sure to get a house with a pool for three reasons. 1) I could afford it, 2) Beth, my daughter, had always wanted one and 3) Kelly, my ex-wife, never wanted one. I figured as long as I had a pool my daughter could always find a reason to come and visit me. The decision to get a house with a pool had an unknown added bonus as well. Aside from the fact that I was right about her spending a lot of time here there was the added benefit of her often bringing friends over.
It wasn’t much of a benefit at first. After all her three friends that spent the most time there were aged anywhere from 7-9 years old and though I know some people get excited by that I don’t. Not even close. So it was in fact a bit annoying in the early days having to play life guard to her and her friends.

The first bonus benefit came in the third summer. About a month into the summer I ran into Emily while buying gas at local quick mart. She was headed for the car in the lane next to mine and It took me a few moments to realize it was her when she walked out the door. She caught my eye as soon as the doors opened and I immediately noticed the beautiful rack her tank top barely contained. My eyes next roamed down to her tiny waist that looked way too small to support the heft of her chest.
It wasn’t until she was about half way to me that I took a good enough look at her face to realize who she was. She was the daughter of one of my wife’s friends who several years ago began babysitting Beth whenever Kelly and I went out. I quickly did the math and realized that she must be around 20 years old by now. She had always been an attractive girl. Even at sixteen when she started babysitting for us she just had that look about her that let everyone know she could get just about any guy she wanted to do anything for her. I remember I used to worry a bit about her watching over Beth because I was afraid she’d have boys over at the house while we were away. But she was a responsible kid and to my knowledge had always respected the fact that we were paying her to watch our daughter and she held true to doing just that.
She was always wearing something that was just a bit too revealing or a size or two too small. If you asked me then or even a couple of years ago if part of the reason I liked her babysitting was because she was so good to look at I would have denied it. After all she was only 16, I was happily married (or so I was still telling myself at the time) and I was more 10 years older than her. But I’ve done a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have in the past few years and am not nearly the prude I was back then so I’ll admit it. I really liked it. A lot!
I used to purposely keep my wife out extra late in hopes that it would be too late or she would be too tired to drive back home. I would tell her before she came over that it might be late before we got back and she was welcome to stay the night in the guest room if she didn’t feel like going home. Then nearly every night when my wife and I got home we would find her lying on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes awake other times asleep but she always had something on that caught my eye. Most of the time it was an oversized button down pajama shirt and a pair of tight shorts. On the really good nights it was a longer pajama shirt or a t-shirt that just barely covered her thighs and not much else.
But now here she was a few years later. Twenty years old about 5 foot 4 inches tall with breasts that would stretch a C-cup and I could suddenly feel them pressed against me when she recognized me and came to give me a hug.