Once again, the day dawned, or at least I opened my eyes to, a glorious sunny day which instantly put a huge smile on my face!
I stretched like a languid kitten and enjoyed the feeling of, for once at least, not waking and jumping out of bed to the drudgery of choosing and then donning a set of clothes.
I stared out the window at the tree and listened to the birds singing away, calling their mates and marking their territory. Behind the tree, with some parts hidden by it's spreading branches, stood the house with the inquisitive teen that I'd encountered yesterday evening.
I decided to play a little, feeling a little wicked, and got out of bed and went to the window, picking up a hair brush on the way.
Looking across our gardens, I couldn't be sure today that the boy would once again be spying on me because his side of the house was in shade while mine was emblazoned by the rising sun. I took it that he probably was, we're all creatures of habit after all and I knew he'd be up for school due to his age unless his sixth form classmates had arranged something else for the day.
I made my way to the window and stood before it, the window sill coming just above my knees (it was an old Edwardian house with long windows, almost floor to ceiling) and stretched again, then began to brush my hair while looking out over the garden.
Using both hands, one on the brush and the other following it down over my hair to smooth it, I'd opened up the whole front of my body to his gaze. The thought of him standing in his own room with his binoculars glaring down upon my unadorned body was turning me on, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. After a few minutes, I couldn't keep it up any more without touching myself.
I stopped brushing my head hair and instead swapped to brush my trimmed bush instead, brushing from bottom to top of my pubic region. The brush did the final deed and I had to turn and resume my place on the bed where I masturbated to the thought of him (whoever 'he' was) doing the same with an image of me in his mind.
I dragged my fingernail over my lips from bottom to top, where my nail caught the tip of my now extended clitoris. I flicked it and it made me jump in pleasure, and I rubbed it with my finger while my other hand moved through the trimmed hair of my pubis, up over my hips, over the flatness of my stomach and on to my lower breasts, where I followed the curve of each breast in turn until, one hand busy on my pussy and the other busy with my breasts and nipples I reached a wonderful, rippling orgasm that rolled over and over me for at least 3 minutes while my fingers were still busy with my lips and clitoris.
It was the sort of orgasm that almost immediately sent you to sleep had it been evening, but I could afford no such pleasure and had to rise again to take my normal morning shower.
I went across the landing to the shower and found Dad had beaten me to it, damn it!
"Good morning Dad, is it nice in there?" I said as I entered the bathroom.
"Emily, I'm in the shower here - do you mind?"
"I can see that Dad, which is just where I was going, are you going to be long and if so, is there enough room in there for me too do you think?"
"Emily!" he said, partly in shock and partly surprised at how forward I was being with him.
"Dad, if we're all going swimming on Sunday together, will we use one changing room or will we split up into male/female rooms?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Never mind that silly, just answer the question will you?"
"When we used to go there, or any other naturist venue come to that, we'd all use one or the other, so there were men and women in both changing rooms; but I still don't see the relevance of the question."
"We'd both be in the same shower then, won't we? So what difference?" I asked.
"Well, none I suppose, but it'll be a little close in here with two of us won't it?"
"Cosy, Daddy, Cosy. Now move up a little!" I said, opening the cubicle door and stepping in with him.
I did my hair and all the other necessaries while he shaved and when I'd done I said, "Turn around Daddy, I'll do your back for you." and pulled at his arm to turn him.
I took a big splodge of his shower gel in my hand and started to wash his back, starting at the shoulders. I'd never realised it before, but for a man of just over 40 years of age he was surprisingly hard and muscley. Washing him like this was turning me on and I was enjoying the feel of his body under my hands.
I moved down his back and washed all around his waist, then because I'd been enjoying the feel of him under my hands and the sight of him and his nice firm buns under my gaze, I chanced my arm a little and moved on down to his buttocks, massaging each lovely round orb with the gel and noticed he was breathing harder and he'd leaned against the shower stall wall, his head resting on it.
"Emily - I think you'd better stop that now before all this goes too far, don't you?"
I stopped massaging his body and turned him around to be confronted by what I'd by now expected, a raging hard-on!
"That looks like it needs taking care of Daddy, do you mind if I do?" and, without waiting for an answer, I wrapped my hands around it, and yes it did need both of mine to cover it from root to tip!
"Emily - as much as I'd like to say yes, this is wrong Darling, you're my daughter and we shouldn't even be in the same shower together really, let alone you doing this. We have to stop!"
"It's not doing any harm Daddy, let me relieve you, you'll feel much better for it afterwards - you can't go all day without doing something for him can you?" I asked, rhetorically.
He just put his head back and allowed me to continue.
I rubbed the palm of my hand gently over the tip of his penis, making use of of his pre-cum lubrication to smooth the path of my hand while with the other I pushed his foreskin back and forth along his rigid shaft.
I used the tip of my finger to explore his hole while I continued to masturbate him.
I leaned my head against his chest while enjoying the sight and feel of his body beneath me. After a few moments I tipped my head back, looking up at him with his eyes closed, enjoying, apparently, my ministrations.
