The whole ride to the beach with her father, Kent, Taylor could barely sit still. She'd just turned eighteen a week ago, but she still got so jittery being alone with her father. It didn't seem right at her age to feel so nervous about things like wearing her new bikini in front of him for the first time. Her mother would probably flip out if she saw it despite her being an adult now, but Taylor was a shameless Daddy's girl, so she was counting on his usual loving support and kindness. He always just told her she was beautiful no matter what.
Besides, he was the only one she really wanted to like how she looked. It wasn't anything she'd admit to her friends when they were wandering around at the mall last weekend, but it was one of the first things she thought about. The one exception was her friend, Kendra. Kendra was a huge daddy's girl just like Taylor, although Kendra's dad was divorced and hardly ever said anything when she wore something none of their other friends would get away with. In fact, since her mother had left, Kendra said her father didn't even bother trying to hide it when he checked out her boobs or butt.
Kendra even bragged to Taylor that her father got hard-ons when she tested the limits of what she could get away with wearing. Taylor didn't know if she believed it, though. The petite brunette was the same age, and they were best friends, but Kendra said a lot of wild things Taylor wasn't sure she should believe, even bragging how big her father's cock looked when he got hard in his pants.
Taylor started thinking she should probably have shown her new bikini to her father before they left the house and made sure he didn't mind her wearing anything that skimpy. She could have called him into her room and done it without her mother or older brother, Kyle, knowing. But she still would've had to put it on. Just showing it to him on a hanger wouldn't work. At least this way they'd already be there and no one would force her to change. She knew he wouldn't tell her to change, but she was a little afraid of shocking him. But when she was being honest with herself, she was excited as much as afraid.
On the other hand, Taylor didn't know how she could wear anything like that in public. When she tried it on in her room and checked herself in the tall mirror on the inside of her closet door, she saw how it left her butt almost entirely bare. There were plenty of girls who wore things like that on public beaches, but she wondered if they all felt as nervous as she did.
It was the first really nice beach day of the season, and it was sure to be crowded. At least a hundred strangers would see her. But she was counting on the fact that there would be a hundred other girls in scant bikinis and she could just blend into the crowd and no one would really notice her. Except her dad.
One problem for Taylor was being taller than a lot of her friends, and then also having a thick, round booty that wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to exercise. Plus, her boobs were now filling C cups. She liked having big boobs, though. It felt good to play with them. Her nipples were sensitive enough to give her a wet pussy when she handled them, and she could tell a lot of people liked looking at them. She'd even caught her father sneaking peeks at them and that made her feel incredibly proud.
She looked at them in the mirror and played with them practically every day, imagining the big, strong hands of a man like her father rubbing and feeling them.
"You okay, sweetie?" her father asked suddenly.
"Huh? Oh, yeah sure. Why?"
"Just that you've been really quiet, sweetie. You'd let me know if anything was wrong, right?"
"Course I would, Dad."
"Good girl."
He glanced at her with that smile of his that always made her skin feel so warm. She smiled back and then looked forward, afraid of him figuring out what she was thinking like he did so often.
"Did you take that from your mother's closet?" he asked after another minute or two. He was nodding at the short sarong she was wearing as a cover-up, and she had, in fact, helped herself to it from her mother's wardrobe.
"She doesn't wear it anymore," she justified.
Kent smiled again. "She probably doesn't even remember owning it," he chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't rat you out. I haven't seen that T shirt before," he added curiously.
"Oh, um, I got it last week at the mall."
"Oh, right," he remembered. "Kendra was with you that day, if I recall."
"Yup. Why?"
"Oh, no reason," he replied a little cagily.
The T shirt he was noticing was a cropped T with a wide neck that fit loosely around her middle. Kendra had pointed out she could show her belly and waist without attracting too much attention to her boobs. But why was her dad mentioning her? Before she could think of a way to find out, he was pulling the car into the town beach parking lot.
There weren't too many cars yet, so they were able to get a spot close to the path onto the beach. As they carried their things onto the sand, Kent asked his daughter if she wanted to find a spot close to the snack stand, but she told him she wanted to be farther away from the thickest part of the crowd.
"Okay, sweetie," he said, putting his free hand on her shoulder. "But in a couple of hours it'll be crowded everywhere."
"Yeah, but maybe we'll be leaving by then."
"You don't want to stay all day?"
Taylor shrugged. "I dunno. I guess we can see."
"It's up to you, sweetie. We've got the whole day together if that's what you want."
Taylor smiled. It was the best she'd felt all day. She almost forgot about having to take off her cover-up in just a few more minutes when they decided on a spot. Her dad always had a way of making her feel loved, even those rare times he was scolding her. Her mother and brother she wasn't so sure about. She got along with them okay, but sometimes they could be so aggravating.
"I love that, Daddy," she replied, grinning. "Maybe we could go have burgers or ice cream later. Or we could go to a movie."
"Your choice today," he smiled. "You'll be going away to college soon and you won't be my little princess anymore, so I want us to spend us much time together as we can this summer."
"Daddy, I'll always be your princess," she insisted.
He put his hand on her shoulder again but kept it there this time as they walked far enough down the beach to be well away from other people. "I hope it's okay we stop by my office just for a bit later, okay? I only need about a half hour to finish up something from Friday afternoon."
"I don't mind."
She actually liked going into her father's office. Especially on the weekend when there was almost never anyone else there. She liked seeing that side of him, and sometimes when he was working on something Taylor imagined she was his secretary or assistant, and that she was incredibly important to him.
"Thanks, princess, you're the best."
On that, he pulled her closer so their sides were touching as they walked down the beach. It was the closest Taylor ever felt to having a boyfriend. A real one. Plenty of the guys at school wanted to be her boyfriend, but she didn't want some jerk who'd paw her body and then tell all his friends about it. Taylor might've just turned eighteen, but she knew what she wanted, and she wanted someone who loved and respected her like her father did. If she could have her way, he would be the only boyfriend she'd ever need.
