We were having one of those rare sunny days in England and I was glad to get the opportunity to cut the grass after the weeks of incessant rain. My garden is large and requires constant tending otherwise it sprawls wildly. It is also secluded on all sides so I didn't feel too uncomfortable walking about in just my shorts. I don't have a marvellous muscular body but it's OK for a man of my age.
The lawn freshly mowed I turned off the motor and heard a wolf-whistle. I turned and there was my daughter Helen standing at the conservatory door holding a long cold drink. I smiled and posed like a body builder, trying in vain to make my chest look anything other than puny.
Helen was 19 and was on vacation from university where she was studying law. I was so proud of her, she had a real determination and would succeed in any career she chose. She had inherited my wicked sense of humour and, thankfully, her mother's Italian looks complete with the most beautiful jet black hair.
'Any of that drink for the workers?' I asked. I was extremely hot and thirsty. 'Come and get it', she said as she held up a tantalising bottle of ice cold beer
As I sat on the sun lounger drinking my beer with my daughter I honestly felt I was the luckiest man alive.
'Damn it's so hot' she said. 'Well don't complain, it'll probably snow tomorrow' 'I'm going to put my bikini on and try for a tan. Now I don't want you staring like an old lecher' she laughed, and went to her room.
5 minutes later, and carrying another beer she re-emerged. Oh what a sight she was! Just like her mother when I married her 20 years ago - so very sensual. Her bikini was a little black number which covered all the important parts, but only just I have to say.
'What? Don't you like it?' she asked coyly as she handed me my beer. 'It's um...very...' 'God Dad, you can look!'
I had been trying to look anywhere but at her beautiful body but now, with her consent, I took in the whole picture. Her breasts were slightly larger than her mother's, a perfectly flat stomach and shapely hips. I lingered perhaps too long on her legs which were elegantly shaped, and I thought I saw just a wisp of black hair peeping out of the bikini bottoms.
'Very nice Helen'
'Why thankyou kind sir' she mocked as she laid on her towel on the scorching hot patio. 'Now do you think you can manage to rub some sun block into my back without turning into a blubbering helpless wreck?'
I took the lotion and gently massaged it into her neck and shoulders, carefully moving her hair to the side. I felt my mouth dry a little as her soft skin yielded to my touch, the oil sinking in under the hot sun.
She reached up and unclasped the bikini top so that the straps fell to the side. 'Don't want tan lines' she murmured. Her voice had changed slightly, as if she were far away in a dream of her own. I poured some more oil into my hands and smothered it all over her back.
Whether it was the beer, or the touch of a woman or the sun...whatever, I felt suddenly incredibly turned on. It was a good job Helen was facing down or she would easily have noticed the swelling bulge in my shorts.
I cleared my throat. 'There...OK?' I asked.
'And the legs! I'll look a bit strange with a tanned top half and bright red legs won't I? Like some kind of exotic zebra'
