This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All fictional characters participating in fictional sex are over 18 years of age. FF, voyeur
She bent over to counter to reach for the knob to turn off the water and my eye couldn't help traveling the length of her back to her butt, highlighted as it was in her bikini bottoms. Her feet were off the floor as she stretched to reach the faucet. Even though my daughter's best friend Linda just turned eighteen, she had not yet reached five-foot-tall yet and my counters were built for my six-foot four frame, so they were a bit high for her. Of course, I didn't take into account my daughter's friends when I designed the place. I was single back then, so I built my home to fit me. When I married my late wife Carrie, it took her some time to get used to the house's dimensions, but she never complained about it. She was five-seven, so it wasn't too difficult for her to adapt. My little girl, however, had problems as she grew. At one point, I built a couple of stools for her to use until she got tall enough to no longer need them. Brenda, my daughter, crested five foot the year her mother passed.
My wife Carrie was only thirty-five when she contracted a freak bacterial infection that claimed her life in less than forty-eight hours. To say Brenda and I were unprepared for it is an understatement. At forty, I was not expecting to become a single dad to a teenager who was just entering puberty. Of course, we mourned Carrie's passing, each in our own way, and we were there for each other. Brenda would nestle herself into my shoulder, her body wracked with sobs while I shed my own tears. Gradually, we both moved on, never fully healing, never getting over her loss, but knowing that life goes on.
Brenda threw herself into her school activities, like the swim team as well as focusing on her academics. She was on track to get a full scholarship when she graduated in next year. She practiced religiously in our pool to keep her times down and her body in top physical condition. Her team mates became her best friends and there was rarely a time when there wasn't a half-naked teenager with a swimmer's body prancing around the house. Now as a forty-two-year-old man, I will admit it had an effect on me. I had gone on a handful of dates since Carrie passed, but nothing serious became of them. Brenda, for her part, didn't date. She never told me about any boys that had caught her eye and the only boys I saw her with were her team mates, and they came around the pool only on occasion. I tried to broach the subject, but she always demurred and never gave me a solid answer as to why. Mostly she said she was more worried about getting a scholarship than finding a boyfriend. She was just too busy. I let it go.
Besides, there was an upside to having her girlfriends around all the time. More than one occasion, I found my hard cock in my hand as I watched the girls in the pool. Not my daughter, mind you. That thought never entered my lust-filled mind, but Linda was another matter. Where Brenda had reached five-five, Linda was like four-eleven. The word tiny doesn't do her justice. Petite but tone and fully mature with solid C cups on her 32-inch bust highlighted her womanly figure. Also, while Brenda didn't date, Linda had gone through a number of boyfriends just in the last year. Brenda did regale me with the social exploits of her team mates, almost as if to highlight how much more mature she was. And Brenda was mature. Where her mother had healthy B-cups, Brenda took after her grandmother with solid D's. This presented a problem for her swimming career, as they added a lot of drag to her stroke, but with a tight suit and some banding, she could compensate. It obviously worked, though on more than one occasion she wondered aloud how much faster she would be with a smaller chest.
While I stared, Linda finished turning off the water and hopped back down to the floor. I think I managed to alter my gaze back to her face before she turned around. If she saw me peeking, she didn't let on before thanking me for the water and bouncing back to the pool where her five team mates waited for her. It seemed like the exercise portion was over and the girls were just lounging in the pool or on the chaise. There were two male team mates with them, but they stayed on the water on the other side of the pool. They had been swimming for a couple of hours, and daylight was already fading. The party would have to end soon.
Sliding the door open, all heads turned toward me. "Brenda, don't forget you need to get to bed early if we're going to make it to Grammaw's house tomorrow. Don't stay up swimming too late."
She bounced out of the pool, water streaming off her ample bouncing bosom as she ran up to me. "Daddy, is it ok if the girls stay over tonight? They can leave when we leave for Grammaw's. Their moms already said it was ok."
"Since it's a weekend, I guess so," a bevy of tight-bodied teenage girls? Would I have a problem with that? Who would? "But you really need to let me know these things ahead of time, sweetheart. Stop dropping them on me at the last minute.
"Yay!" She clapped her hands and jumped on me, kissing my cheek. "Thanks Daddy!"
The kids continued to play in the pool while I ordered pizza and kept a watchful eye out the kitchen window. The boys tried to get close to the girls, but it seemed two boys were no match for the gaggle of more mature girls. Eventually, the boys left out the side gate, covering their frustrated boners with their towels as they left.
Once the Pizza arrived, the girls all came in wearing long t-shirts over their damp suits, making wet rings over their breasts and on their asses. They sat on the floor around the TV while they attacked the pizzas. Some dancing show was on and at one point Linda boasted that she could dance every bit as well as the girls on the show. Bethany, a tall, thin redhead with pendulous breasts was challenging her to prove it, while Karen, a curvy brunette with grapefruit-sized breasts and a nice ass nodded in agreement. Tina, a late bloomer who looked fourteen even though she was the same age as the rest, didn't seem interested in the discussion, but laughed along with her friends. With no figure to speak of, Tina probably felt out of her league with her team mates. From what Brenda had told me, she was the most sheltered of the bunch, thanks to overbearing parents. The four girls all taunted Linda to give a demonstration of her dancing skills.
I was content to sit and see how it played out. I was intrigued at the thought of the sexy little teenager dancing in a bikini and t-shirt, but I doubted it would be that risqué, especially in front of her friends. Brenda whipped out her phone and brought up a playlist that, while not to my taste, was probably all over the teenage scene. She streamed it through the stereo system and Linda hopped up, her tits jiggling in their confinement, and started to shuffle a little.
"All right. Look and learn bitches! Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Brandford." She evidently forgot I was in the room. At least she knew to use proper language around adults, anyway.
"No worries, Linda. Just try to keep it clean," I said with a wink as I imagined her using all kinds of language as I drilled her from behind.
Her petite frame was enveloped in her oversized t-shirt, but the stretched out neck and its threadbare condition draped over her large bosom, left little to the imagination as her breasts swung heavily with the beat of the music. Her tanned and lean legs had no hint of cellulite as the moved with her dancing. It was not a particularly risqué dance, though. Actually, it was something similar to what a lot of drill teams might perform at half time, but that she was clad in only a string bikini bottom and that t-shirt made it enticing. Then the beat changed and she started throwing her hair around in circles while in a half-crouch. This movement also got her breasts spinning as well, lifting the bottom of her shirt a little on each swing and causing the hem to slide over her ass.
