Three Teen Nymphs

Three Teen Nymphs

I thought that my fourteen-year-old daughter was mature for her age until I saw her in the local grocery store with her two best friends. I was down an aisle and she didn’t see me so I just watched as she flirted with the boy behind the cash resister. They were all the same age and basically the same size too. They were wearing sexy little tops over their skimpy bikini tops. I could only imagine that they had their bikini bottoms on too under their tight little shorts.

I watched as they played with their hair, straightened their tops, and reached up their backs to check the tied string. They even reached up the back of their shorts to get the bottom out of their ass. I could never figure out why they kept pulling a bathing suit bottom out of their ass when they wore thong panties almost every day.

Then I watched my daughter take her middle finger and put it into her mouth and suck on it like it was a cock. The boy looked at her doing that and smiled very big. Next my daughter gave him her cell phone with one of my business cards tucked into it. I heard her tell him to return it after he got off work.

I had just witnessed how easily my daughter could pick up guys. She made it look so easy.

I decided that I didn’t want that boy seeing me now and then seeing me later so I left making sure that my daughter and her friends were gone too.

When I got home I called my daughter’s cell phone. The kid answered it and I asked him why he had my daughter’s cell phone. He said that some girl had left it in the store. So I smiled to myself and asked him if I could come and get it. He panicked and said that he could bring it by after work and that he lived in our direction. I knew he was lying and I hadn’t told him where we lived yet but I let it slip. I gave him our address and he pretended to write it down. I smiled to myself.

When my daughter and her two friends came home I told her that I had tried to call her and that some boy at the grocery store had her phone and was going to bring it to her after three o’clock. She jumped for joy and ran off with her friends to her bedroom.

My wife asked what that was all about so I told her the complete story. She understood being a girl herself. Then she suggested that I keep an eye on the girls. I was going to do just that but it was a lot nicer having my wife tell me too. It sort of took away that Voyeurism thing. I’m too old to be a Peeping Tom, I think!

I took some stuff up to my room and spread it out on the bed and pretended to be sorting it out. In reality the door was open and I was listening to anything that I could hear from my daughter’s bedroom besides a lot of giggling.

Even though the three girls were all the same age and basically the same size they were completely different in looks.

My daughter Cynthia is the All-American girl. She is blonde with hair halfway down her back and seems to keep it in a ponytail most of the time. She likes to move her head in such a way as to flip that ponytail around. She has that California Surfer Girl look even though we don’t live in California.

Gabrielle’s mother is French, her father was in the military, and she was born on a base in France. She has cute short brown hair and the most adorable accent you ever wanted to hear. She has a very light complexion and seems to get sunburned easily.

Juanita on the other hand was of Mexican decent even though she was born right here in America. She has thick black hair to her crotch and has a great accent too. Now Juanita has a beautiful dark complexion and an exotic beauty. She reminds me of a movie star that I like.

All three girls are fourteen years old, approximately five feet one inch tall, about a hundred and five pounds, and they all seem to wear a 32-B bra. Like I said before they are all basically the same size.

From what I was able to catch from listening was that the boy from the grocery store was in their school but a year or two ahead of them. They thought that he was very good looking, he gets good grades, and he isn’t a jock. I was impressed that my daughter would even like a so-called normal boy. For some reason I always thought that she would go for the heavy metal, drug dealing, drive by shooting kind of guy just to piss me off.

Well the girls must have tried on everything in Cynthia’s closet before just coming out in their sexy little bikinis that they had on under their clothes earlier. They announced that they were going out back to sunbathe and to send the boy out there when he brought her phone back. Of course we said okay and watched them run off giggling.

My wife said, “They are up to something! I’ve got a bad feeling! You had better keep an eye on them!”

So I went up to my bedroom. It overlooks the backyard. I watched as the girls stretched out a big blanket and I got the bright idea that I should be filming this. So I got out my DVD recorder and set it up on the tripod in front of my window. I hooked it to my television set too so that I could watch it live. This was my first opportunity to try out my new microphone.