*All characters in this story are of legal age.
“Get back to dad quickly.” “See if you can get there without spilling those drinks on the sunbathers!”
The thick, humid air and the intense tropical sun caressed her skin until every pore was alive with life. Three days later, her complexion was half as pale as the local girls lying on the vast beach, all shapes and sizes, in shades between butter and midnight. G-strings have become so common that they seem almost normal to them now, and girls here wear them with pride, no matter how fat their legs and buttocks are.
Two weeks ago, at a shopping mall thousands of miles north of the Windy City, Angel thought she had bought too few bikinis on this trip. Especially considering that her father, Max, was her traveling companion. But the sunbathers here almost made her feel as if she had worn too much clothing.
Angie had never been so acutely aware of women’s buttocks and thighs. With plump, round cheeks that seemed to be strewn with pebbles in every direction on a beach, these women, both young and mature, took a natural and sensual pride in their bodies. Despite her smooth athletic bust and firm D-cup breasts, she envied the comfort these girls had in their skin. It seemed like she had spent half her life trying to compensate for the flaws she saw – breasts that were too big for her body, and thighs and buttocks that were definitely thicker than she expected. But here she felt almost undernourished.
It felt like her head was spinning even before she boarded the plane. No one had ever taken her on a vacation like this before, and the last time she had gone on a trip with her dad was before she left for college, while he was still married to her mom. Maybe everything was fine, except that she always felt a little weak and dizzy around her dad. She knew other girls thought she was pretty, but to her, he was the best, most beautiful man in the world. Perhaps even more disturbing than the feelings was that at twenty, she hadn’t moved on from them. By now, she had given up on that idea.
Angie tiptoed around a group of young men and women sunbathing, their bodies glistening with sweat and lotion. The cocktails were sweeter and stronger than she had expected. Sharing them with her father in the hot sun seemed like a very bad idea.
She found Max lying quietly in her lounge chair in the same position she had been in after leaving another cocktail party, except that she had moved the chair from the shade of the umbrella to the direct sunlight.
“Here you go, dude.” Angie handed him the plastic cup, pretending to be calm. As soon as the word left her mouth, she regretted calling him a “stud.” Not that it wasn’t true, it was just that she felt completely stupid in front of the man who could make her knees shake.
“Thank you, baby,” he said with a satisfied smile. His fingers laced with hers as he took the cup from her hand.
“Baby?” He gave her a playful scoff. “Since when did you call me that?” She couldn’t suppress the smile on her face.
“If the shoes fit,” he replied, flashing a winning smile that always made her blush.
The eyes were unreadable behind the dark sunglasses, but she could tell he was taking another good look at her body. She had felt like this countless times since they had moved in. Whenever she bought new clothes, he would always compliment her and tell her how beautiful she looked. But she thought that was normal, everyday behavior. Don’t all handsome fathers like Max tell their daughters they are beautiful?
“I think the sun is baking your brain.” She laughed loudly and hid under the umbrella. She might as well have been talking about herself.
She leaned forward to place her drink on the small plastic holder next to the recliner, when she noticed that her firm, round ass was pushing right up against her father’s. She didn’t have to guess if he was looking or not. She knew he must be. Her heart began to beat faster as she took a little extra time to sort out the contents of the stall – her beverage, bottles of lotion, a sexy paperback book – so she could get a better look.
Eventually she found the best comfortable position she could. The first drink was supposed to calm her sex-obsessed nerves, but Angie decided it wasn’t enough. The second might make it worse, but at least the buzz of the intense mix felt good. If she was going crazy, at least she was going to have a little fun in the process.
She let the sweet, icy drink wet her lips and throat while her eyes followed the outline of her father’s body. He was in his early forties, easily in the best shape of his life, and a few gray flecks were beginning to appear in his short black hair. She took a slow sip, her eyes darting toward the inevitable final stop, the thick tube at the crotch of his suit.
The heat and alcohol worked on her mind and she wondered what something so big would look like when it was hard. She resisted the urge to bite her lower lip as she felt the constant tingling in her pussy.
Is he smiling at her? It’s hard to see through those sunglasses. He looked triumphant. Proud of himself. I’m proud to own such a triumphant cock. I should be locked up in prison, she told herself, forcing herself to focus on being nearly a thousand miles across the ocean. She took another sip of wine.
Max got up and moved his beach chair back into the shade. He turned it the opposite way from Angie so they were facing each other. All that was left now was an umbrella pole and a small plastic table with a drink in the middle. He knelt down on the end of the chair. Then he took off his sunglasses and put them aside.
“Okay, mom …”
“Ah, now it’s back to Angie,” he slurred. “No more ‘hey baby’, ‘thanks for the drink, baby’? I feel like I’ve been demoted.”
Max smiled. “I knew it! You love it when I call you ‘baby’.”
“Ha!” She waved his hand and pushed it away. “You just like to embarrass me. That’s a good way for a man to treat his own flesh and blood.”
Angie picked up her drink and was surprised to see that the glass was empty. Max shared it with her. The smile appears again.
“I just like teasing you,” he said. “Besides, you’re a human being too.”
She felt herself blushing. Usually she would roll her eyes when the boys on campus talked to her like that, but her father’s compliment made her breasts quiver.
“Well,” she said, “I suppose I don’t mind if you call me on a holiday, even though I know you don’t consider your daughter a treasure.”
Max laughed again. “You have no idea what I really think of you.”
“Oh really?” She made a weird expression, and all the nerves in her body suddenly failed.
“Indeed,” he immediately accepted her challenge. “First of all, you’re beautiful… obviously. I mean, gorgeous. Second of all, you have an amazing body, and in the interest of full disclosure, I think you should buy a thong pantsuit. Third, you looked unreal when you were checking out at the gift shop last night.
“Well, full disclosure, huh?” she replied in total panic. She tried to smile innocently, but the laughter got stuck in her throat and came out as a muffled squeal. Her growing nipples were tingling with sensation.
She snatched the glass from his hand and drank most of what was left. Avoiding at all costs admitting that she was thinking the same thing. If she couldn’t admit it to herself, she certainly couldn’t admit it to him. What a senseless, sexually torturous disaster this trip had turned out to be. Five weeks to go. It’s hard to imagine she could survive with her sanity intact.
“I shouldn’t drink in the hot sun,” he said quickly. “You wouldn’t say anything like that if you weren’t drunk.”
“You keep offering me drinks, how can I get drunk?” He laughed. “Now I need another one so I can catch up to you. Besides, they say you tell the truth when you drink.”
Angie doesn’t think clearly enough to argue. At this point, she didn’t even understand what exactly was causing his discussion. She felt like she had laid a huge landmine between them and she was happy for any excuse to avoid it.
“Oh, okay,” he surrendered. “Let’s do it again. But now it’s your turn to escape.”
“Let’s go, both of us. It’ll be fun,” he said, taking his daughter’s hand and pulling her along.
“I don’t see what’s so fun in buying a few drinks,” she said, and let him lead her toward the small, shady beach bar.
“The bartender thinks you’re my girlfriend,” he said casually and proudly.
“That’s ridiculous!” Angie nearly screamed. “Why would he think that?”
“Well, no one knows us here,” he explained. “Remember when you went into the ladies room during our first round? When you left they told me I was lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.”
“Oh my god,” Angie quipped, unable to stop her smile. She blushed again at the thought of being mistaken for a couple. “So what did you just say?”
“I said thank you,” he replied. “What else?”
As they entered the shady bar, Angie felt a bad, uncomfortable sense of pride. The bartender greeted them with a smile. He remembered what they were drinking and immediately began a new round of work.
Angie sat down on the stool and Angie stood beside her, placing her hand on her warm, bare thigh. Her first reaction was to push it away. Playing a little game in front of a complete stranger was too much, but she was almost trembling with excitement. Her father’s large hand was so close to her pussy that it made her head spin faster. Her nipples were twitching and the tingling in her slit soon turned to burning.
She almost ran back to the ladies’ room so she could finger herself in privacy. Maybe it would calm her down and clear her mind. It shouldn’t feel so good. But it did.
Instead of letting him wait there, she pressed her thighs together and squeezed her father’s hand between hers with a mischievous smile.
Max returned his daughter’s smile and pressed his amazing body against hers, pressing the bulge of his cock roughly against the outside of her leg. This bold move really scared Angie. She was soaking wet and just knowing that he could move his hand a few inches and feel her arousal was enough to make her moan loudly on the stool. She wanted so badly to touch him and bring him into a state of mind-numbing arousal. She knew it was completely insane, but at least he allowed himself to wrap his arms around her and let his hands rest on her amazingly firm ass.
“You look really pretty today,” he told her softly, but apparently the bartender heard. “You look pretty every day, but today you look… I don’t know… special.”
On the surface, he was just playing a little game to fool the bartender, but she knew he meant every word he said.
“You make me feel special,” she admitted, squeezing his strong hand tightly between her thighs. When she pressed her hand back she felt the stool she was sitting on get wet. He responded by squeezing her firm ass.
Then he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. Without thinking, Angie parted her lips and allowed her father’s tongue to enter her mouth. She tasted alcohol and tropical fruits. She could feel the bartender watching them in the mirror and her own tongue dancing with hers. It took longer this time. He’s putting it off. She thought, he likes to watch. She whimpered softly into her father’s mouth. His kiss was deep and firm. Oh, and if he could touch her boiling pussy, even through her bikini, she would explode like a firecracker.
“You’re a really bad person,” she whispered in his ear.
“Yes, I am,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for a long time.”
His little confession made her pussy swell. She thought about admitting it to him, but the drinks at the bar suddenly arrived. As the bartender picked up Max’s credit card and swiped it, he slid his hand up to his daughter’s burning pussy, so close that his fingers slid into the juicy nectar smeared on the smooth skin of her upper thighs.
“Oh, naughty, naughty girl,” he whispered.
He pressed his fingers against her aching mound and she nearly screamed.
When they returned under the umbrella, Angie realized with dismay that her well-behaved camel toe in her little off-white bikini was covered in stains. Her heart was racing with excitement, not to mention all the crazy thoughts and feelings running through her mind. At the same time, my father’s handsome face seemed to be filled with a satisfied smile.
He ignored the other recliner and sat on the edge of Angie’s recliner. He readjusted the backrest a notch so she could face him more easily. Her sore nipples had left noticeable marks in her short top, and her father’s gaze was focused on her eyes and breasts equally. She took a deep breath, forcing her hard round balls to rise and fall under his eager gaze.
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Maybe,” he replied with a sly smile. “But we could do something even more foolish.”
Oh my god, he’s so beautiful, I love him so much, Angie thought to herself. The love and desire in his eyes were intertwined, strong enough to reach out and touch. More intoxicating than alcohol.
Angie sighed and placed her hand on Max’s warm thigh. Her fingers brushed against the hard muscles of his strong legs.
Then he leaned forward and kissed her again. Her lips opened automatically to accept his exploring tongue. He touched her waist and slid his hand upward. He slowly ran his palms over her breasts, pinching her twitching nipples until he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her deeper into the kiss. She moaned into his mouth and grabbed his muscular thighs.
If they kissed for a minute or an hour, she wouldn’t know the difference. Her father’s hands moved down her neck to her nipples again, fondling the hard, hot flesh that bulged around her thin top. Her nipples burned and throbbed, and her pussy burned with her own juices.
Max pulled away and looked around. His hands were still on her breasts, squeezing them gently as he looked around. Angie looked back, but put her hand on his to keep him there. Although the environment they were in was highly sexual, it was still a public place. There were other people nearby, but not so close that they wouldn’t notice another couple under a beach umbrella. The closest, about twenty-five feet away, was a dark-skinned young woman with her top open and wearing a red thong, lying on her stomach in the sun. His head turned to the side, he hoped she was falling asleep.
Angie was the only one who cared what they were doing, but she was the only one for thousands of miles who knew that a father was kissing and touching his daughter on an open beach. She looked at him breathlessly. It was as if her heart was bursting out of her bulging chest.
“Dad, I…I…”
“It’s okay, baby,” he interrupted, “It’s just for us. I can stop anytime if you want, but I’ll never apologize for loving you so much.”
“Oh my god,” she sighed. “I love you so much.”
His hands felt so good there was no living man there, she wanted to touch him like he was hers. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she suddenly realized that her hand was still on his thigh. She smiled mischievously and slid her hand a few inches until she took his cock bulge and testicles in her palm.
His penis grew rapidly. She stroked the thin material of his torso, her fingers scratching the size of his member as it began to grow rapidly. A low moan escaped Max’s mouth as she touched it. It didn’t feel entirely real. It almost felt as if her hand belonged to someone else, but the last thing she wanted to do was let go of the hand.
Angie moved, moving one leg over hers so she could place her feet on either side of the recliner. Her thighs opened up, revealing her bikini-soaked midriff.
He slid his fingers over her barely covered pussy, feeling the slick nectar soaking the fabric. “Mmm, so wet, baby girl.”
“Oh…fuck me, Daddy,” she moaned.
Max removed his fingers from the material covering Angie’s aching slit and began caressing her smooth labia. He ran his thumb over her swollen clit, sending shivers through her body. She moaned again and grabbed his hand.
Max picked up a drink with his free hand and offered it to Angie, who could barely hold the cup without spilling it. Then he picked up a towel and draped it over the arm of the chair so no one would bother looking at him. Then he picked up his drink and continued his exploration of his daughter’s wet pussy with the fingers of his free hand. He raised his glass in a toast.
“It’s to see how pretty you look when you cum,” he said. He clinked his glass with hers and took a healthy sip.
Angie drank too, but she was already reaching for his cock with her other hand. He was now teasing the bottom of his suit pants, and as her fingers touched his hot, hard flesh, her heart nearly burst.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she whispered, her hand wrapped around her father’s hard cock. His suit was loose enough that she could reach all the way to his balls.
“Me neither, unless it feels good,” she told him.
His dome was slick, with a steady, generous flow of clear pre-lube. Angie stroked the sticky moisture onto his throbbing shaft.
She reached for the lotion bottle and sprayed a line of cream over his thick shaft. He held her tightly, his hands sliding easily over the warm skin beneath her suited legs. He groaned and pushed one finger into her pussy, forcing his beautiful, voluptuous daughter to stifle a scream of pleasure. She bit her lower lip as he inserted a second finger. He began sliding his fingers in and out of her slick sheath, managing to rub the pad of his thumb back and forth over her clit.
“Oh, Daddy…oh fuck,” she whimpered, bucking on his fingers. She gripped his huge cock tightly and milked him at a steady pace. Her chest was muscular, moving up and down with her deep breaths. As she kept rhythm with his fingers, he began pumping his cock faster. It felt like everything was covered in her pussy foam, her thighs, Daddy’s hands, even the seat of the chair felt slick.
“You won’t believe how much I want to fuck you right here,” Max said, half moaning.
“Oh, yes, I know, baby,” her bemused daughter replied.
The mutual pumping and caressing was constant and exciting. Angie felt like she was flying. She loved watching her father look at her with that sickening, lustful look in his eyes.
“I’m going to cum for you now, baby,” she moaned. “Oh, darling, that feels so good.”
Angie’s hips began to stiffen and move as her cum began to release.
“Oh, baby girl,” Max groaned. His overheated cock twitched and throbbed as the first stream of cum fell from his cock onto his thighs and his daughter’s hands.
