When they arrived at the trailer park, Brooke leapt out of the car and went into the trailer to change into her bikini.
It was a tradition at the small holiday spot for a fun 'Miss and Mr' beauty contest, in swimsuits and age categories from kids to the teens.
Watching through the slightly open door and adjacent mirror, her dad was soaking in lust, watching her tie and adjust the minimal fashion accessory.
He had a head to toe view of the curve of her back, firm tight butt and sides of her creamy b (?) cups and sweet tasty pink nipples, with the mirror providing the full frontal flat stomach, hairless and delicate lips of a teenage pussy, innocent looking and closed, the deep cleft ready to have a tongue in its folds. He slowly backed away and headed for the couch, satisfied his voyeuristic pleasure had gone unnoticed.
He thought of all the boys, who would have wanted to watch, eyes glued, dry mouthed, hard cocks in hand, pre-cum fighting its way to the tip.
The cum that should be in places, on places. Her places.
"Brooke, come here and show me what how it looks, and how you walk!"
She smiled, came over and in the confines of the trailer walkway did the fashion model back and forth, posed at the end. All in slow motion.
He took in the dark, small stringed bikini top, tied around the neck, triangles of fabric holding and cupping firm flesh, not needing any support.
The tiny points of her firm nipples showing through the shiny thin fabric, giving away her excitement for the show.
The gap between her thighs showed the delicate curve of her mound, pushing slightly out from below the flat waistband, and a slight void in the shape lower revealed the hint of the camel-toe beneath. The pert ass was enclosed in the material snugly.
Somehow knowing the express point of this clothing and the event was for a crowd of people to scrutinize, judge and rate the contestants, staring openly at every part of their bodies made it even hotter.
While posing, Brookes fresh innocent, smiling eyes and subtle smiles played up to the crowd of one. Her dad removed his shorts.
Holding his firm member, rigid and wanting, he grasped and stood closely to her, taking it all in and pumping, moving the skin over the head of his proud member.
She continued to move, watching, until, seeing the imminent release go closer.
He rubbed the slick tip against her stomach, pulled back a little, and she watched with excitement as the moans and grunts, the speed of the pumping came to fruition.
He came all over her stomach standing next to her, creamy juice spurting, then hugged her with his hard cock pressed upward on her bare skin.
She had a wry smile on her face as she rubbed the sperm into her skin as if it was sunblock, knowing what his next words of encouragement were.
"Oh, that was great sweetheart! Now remember, all the guys watching are thinking about you and wishing they could do the same thing as me. Use that thought and you'll win for sure!"
She then put the dress back on over top for the walk there,and announced 'I'm heading off to the beauty contest, wish me luck!'
Her father headed off to the beach to see what he could see, then returning past the truck trailers set up for the contest in a T shape to form a raised catwalk, watched a few rounds.
All the happy, confident and relaxed contestants innocently amateur in their demeanor was being very well received. There were some standout beauties, firm bodies under the swimsuits, hugging the bodies and possibly making it even more sensual than nothing at all. Like unwrapping a present, he thought.
He watched as his daughter strutted her stuff, the angle from the ground to the truck deck meant the contestants were affording a great view with a slight voyeuristic angle as the bikini bottoms had a nice viewing angle from below, quite unlike walking on a beach. The gentle mounds and curves as the material wrapped under, encasing the feminine areas and shapes were to the initiated, thought provoking.
He headed back to the accommodation, flipping the lock and getting out his laptop.
