It was a fine sunny Saturday and I'd been doing gardening all morning. I quite like gardening and find it's easier to just do it myself rather than to get my daughter to help me. It's safer for the garden, as well, as Marianne can't tell the difference between a weed and a wanted plant. She tends to weed using the scorched earth policy which isn't quite what I want.
The result was that I gardened and she and her friends disported themselves in the back yard, making use of the pool.
With lunch time approaching and the work effectively done I adjourned and headed indoors for a shower and a meal. What subsequently happened can't be considered my fault by any stretch of the imagination.
I have an en suite and I just naturally took my shower there. I dried off and strolled back into the bedroom to get dressed. If the girls had been a minute earlier they'd have realised their mistake and left again. If they'd been a minute later I'd have been wearing something. Probably not much, but something. As it was I was standing there in all my glory when my bedroom door opened and two young ladies were standing there, getting an eyeful.
I knew the girls. They were a couple of my daughter's friends, around eighteen, nineteen. Well, what else? I wouldn't expect strange young ladies to be wandering around my house. Angela, girl one, was a blonde and she started giggling. Rebecca, known as Becky, was a brunette and she started blushing.
"I told you it was the wrong room," she protested to Angela as they hastily closed the door. Angela, I noticed, was giving me the once over right up to the time the door closed, unlike Becky who had hastily looked away.
I finished dressing at my leisure and then repaired to the kitchen to make myself some lunch. Just myself. If my daughter and friends wanted to be fed they could make their own lunches. I don't mind providing the food but the cooking they could do for themselves.
The bunch of them came in just after I'd finished eating, including Becky and Angela, now attired in bikinis, filling those bikinis very nicely. Becky saw me and blushed while Angela just started giggling again. I could see from the puzzled look on Marianne's face that the girls would be grilled as to why they were blushing and giggling. Still, like I said, no-one could possibly blame me.
I settled down to watch some television. Eventually the noise in the kitchen died down as the girls finished eating and headed back out to enjoy the sun and the pool. That's when Marianne stuck her head through the door and gave me a repressive look.
"Really, father," she said. "How could you?"
"Not my fault," I insisted. "I was in my own bedroom with the door closed. It was just bad luck on their part. Or good luck, depending on how they consider it."
I received a "Humph" and Marianne vanished again, disappointment in her parent trailing behind her. I shrugged and resumed watching the TV.
After a couple of hours of busily doing nothing in particular I strolled back into the kitchen to get a drink. As luck would have it, Becky had had the same idea and was standing in the kitchen, just putting a glass on the sink as I came in. She looked at me and immediately blushed again.
I have to admit that she looked very fetching in the bikini, one that was certainly no larger than it had to be. I suspected that she'd grown a little and hadn't noticed how it impacted her bikini. The dampness didn't help, either. It was clinging tightly enough to her loins that I was prepared to swear on the evidence presented that she shaved. I was amused to see her nipples moving under her top as her blush deepened, probably courtesy of me checking her out.
"Um, I should apologise for barging in on you earlier," Becky said, almost writhing from the embarrassment of it.
"No need," I said airily. "Mistakes happen and no harm done. It does leave me at a little disadvantage though."
"Excuse me?" She seemed a little puzzled.
"It means that you've seen more of me than I've seen of you," I said calmly. "It doesn't matter, though, as I hope to correct that situation very shortly."
My eyes flicked up and down her figure, letting her know I was appreciating what I was seeing. I could see when she worked out what I meant when she stiffened slightly, standing a little straighter.
"I am not taking off my bikini just so you can take a look," she said, her cheeks nice and rosy. "Why me, anyway? Angie was also there. She's a blonde and she's got a lovely figure."
"Angie," I said with a snap of my fingers. "I was trying to remember exactly who it was. For some reason she just didn't stick in my mind the way you did. For some reason, of the two of you, you stood out, leaving poor Angie to take second place."
I paused for a second before continuing, letting her digest that. I bet she didn't come first compared to Angie all that often.
"And of course you don't need to take of your bikini," I added, watching as she relaxed slightly.
"I'm quite capable of taking it off for you."
I'd been easing closer as I talked and now I was standing right next to her. I just calmly reached up and slipped the straps off her shoulders, easing them down her arms. At a certain point the cups just naturally followed, leaving her breasts to fend for themselves.
And they fended very well I must say. They stood firm and proud, showing that the bikini was there for decoration purposes, not necessity. Also, her nipples were erect and pointing at me. Not that I objected.
Becky looked down at her exposed breasts and then back at me, eyes wide.
"I can't believe you just did that," she said with a bit of a gasp.
"Believe," I said, brushing my hands idly across her breasts. Not really brushing against her breasts per se, but certainly brushing against those two exquisite tips. She didn't seem to be in any great hurry to cover them again. Maybe she was suffering from shock.
I ran my hands down her sides and over her hips, sliding them inside the lower half of her bikini. As my hands kept moving down her bikini just naturally started to go down as well.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, grabbing at the bikini to hold it in place. Her sudden grab sure made her breasts bounce in an enticing manner.
"Taking your bikini off," I said, puzzled. "I just said I was going to and you didn't say not to."
"But I didn't think you meant it," she protested.
"Well, now you see I do. Ah, if you could let go for a moment?"
The innocent little lamb did so and then had the nerve to look shocked when I continued pushing her bikini down. What did she think would happen.
"Step out of it," I told her when I reached her ankles.
