Being an English teacher in a Junior College wasn't the hardest job in the world, but it sure wasn't the easiest either. The amount of work necessary in lesson preparation and marking took huge chunks of time out of my family life, and when my wife died three years ago and left me with a 15 year old girl to look after, that family time became more and more precious. It helped a little that I'd made the decision to home school my daughter Bridgitte, as at least we got to spend some time together, but even that had drawbacks, as I was relating to her as a student more often than as a parent, and that sometimes created friction.
Losing her mother had been a huge blow for Bridgitte, but it served to bring us much closer together than a father normally got with his daughter, that and acting as her teacher had thrown us together closely during an important growth phase of her life. I'd watched her daily change from a gawky young kid to a beautiful and surprisingly sophisticated young lady, but the absence of a mother and even the fact that schooling her at home meant she had few really close girl friends had meant that she had grown up with a poor self image.
That came to light in one of her essays, a poorly disguised "I have a friend" type of essay which showed clearly that she perceived herself as being somewhat plain and ordinary looking in a world which was constantly holding up as a model to aspire to, almost laughable fictional females who all had stunning looks and long legs, and who were all wonderfully slim, with gorgeous breasts, long flowing silken hair, and the faces of angels.
I wanted so much to reassure her, to tell her how beautiful, exciting and sexy she was, but that wasn't exactly what a father was supposed to say, particularly not a father who as time went on was becoming more and more conscious and aware of that emerging beauty - and was reacting to it . Yes, I was ashamed to admit, even to my self, that as Bridgitte grew and blossomed into a woman I was getting more and more turned on by her. Perhaps the fact that I hadn't bothered much with women since my wife died was playing a role, as we'd shared a very active sex life, and I was missing that like hell. Add to that the fact that Bridgette was so comfortable with me around the house that she would often wander around with the minimum of clothes on, and I guess there was bound to be a reaction of some sort, especially when her breasts really developed.
I groaned as I thought about it, thought about her. I was in the room off the lounge that I'd turned into my office, and in front of me was a pile of essays that I was marking, or supposed to be marking, but my mind simply wasn't on them. I found myself staring out of the glass door onto the patio and pool area and letting all these thoughts of Bridgitte float in and out of my mind. Without even realizing I was doing it, I began to slowly stroke my hardening cock through my trousers. Then movement caught the corner of my eye and I froze, guilt does that every time, the movement turned into Bridgitte walking from the kitchen to the pool edge wearing one of the smallest white bikini's I had ever seen, and I sucked in my breath as my cock jumped to instant hardness.
My eyes almost popped out of my head, and I found myself leaning forward for a better view. I was only seeing her from the back, but 'only' was an understatement! there was only a thin strand or string across the middle of her back holding up her bikini top and an equally thin strap across the waist and a third that disappeared very quickly down into the crack of her ass, giving her the appearance of being almost naked. God, I thought to myself, how could she ever think she was plain and ordinary looking, she did have long delightful legs, a slim waist and a reasonably broad back, but her ass was something special indeed. The cheeks spectacularly curved and oh so tight, I was drooling at the sight of them, and without even thinking, I had my big, hard cock out of my trousers and was stroking it like crazy.
Then she dove in the pool and swam away from me and I sat back with a groan, my cock big and throbbing, damn this was crazy, I had to stop thinking and feeling like this. She would probably die of shame and embarrassment if she knew I was feeling this way about her. I quickly and resolutely forced my cock back into my trousers and zipped up and turned back to my desk with a fresh determination to get on with the job of marking and put Bridgitte out of my mind. So much easier said than done!
Having to focus so intently to block out the image of Bridgitte, I literally close down to my surroundings, so when the door opened, I didn't hear it. The first indication I had that she was in the room was when her name arm snaked over my shoulder and closed the paper I was trying to work on. "Come on daddy, that's enough for now, all work and no play makes Mitch a dull man", she said.
I felt the heat rise in me and my cock again start to swell, "No, No" I stammered, "I have to get these finished"
"No you don't, they're not due until the end of next week, so I'm not taking no for an answer, anyone would think you didn't like playing with me" she said, fairly assertively, and reached out and spun my chair around. If things were bad enough before, they quickly got worse as my eyes alighted on her. Although there was a deal more fabric on the front of the Bikini than there had been on the back, there still wasn't a huge amount, just a small V of material that started an inch or so inside each hip and quickly zeroed in to disappear between her legs, and a couple of similar V's that made a valiant effort to contain her firm breasts, but what sent my eyes and my mind into a spin was the fact that wet from the pool, the white material had become almost totally transparent, and I was staring at her gorgeous breasts from only a few feet away.
She immediately saw the shock on my face and the direction in which I was looking and giggled, "Yeah, they are a bit crazy aren't they" she said, "The lady in the shop warned me they might get transparent if I got them wet, they're really for sunbathing, but I bought them to please you and I wanted you to see them on, and I promise I wont wear them anywhere but here, do you like them?" she babbled.
What could I say, I sure wasn't going to make her feel bad about herself, and I certainly wasn't lying when I said a little breathlessly that she looked absolutely stunning in them. She grinned and put on one of her real coy looks, "And you don't mind that they're see through?" she asked.
I managed to conjure up a rather strained grin of my own, "I'm trying my damnedest not to notice that" I said " Now off with you and I'll join you at the pool shortly"
She grinned and blew me a kiss as she left, and I slumped back into my chair, feeling the sweat running down my neck and the exceedingly uncomfortable bulge in my trousers, God her tits had looked fantastic. What the hell was I going to do? I knew I had to go out and join her, I sighed, perhaps if I rushed out and dove straight into the pool before she noticed, the cool water would get rid of my erection before I had to come out again, yeah, that was the best I could think of, so that's what I did. Dashed to the bedroom, squeezed my swollen cock into my bathers, almost sprinted through the kitchen and launched myself straight into the water, where I stayed for the next 15 minutes, briskly swimming backwards and forwards, feeling my cock gradually diminish. When I finally felt I was in control I was able to get out of the water and greet Bridgitte.
She was lying on her stomach taking the sun, and as she lifted up to return my greeting I was pleased to see that the white material had already dried out and was no longer see through.
"Hey, dad, would you do me a favor?" she asked, "Would you grab some sun lotion from the bathroom and put in on me so I don't burn?"
"Sure" I said, glad to have the opportunity to go back inside for a while, because although the Bikini wasn't see through any more, it still looked as if she was almost naked, with so little on the back. I did notice another strap around her neck line that had been hidden by her shoulder length blondish hair, so that made just three small straps to cover the whole back, an impossible task.
I went inside and took the opportunity to have a quick cold drink before gathering up the sun lotion from the bathroom and wandering back outside. I guess it's true that most times you only see what you expect to see, so I didn't notice anything different about Bridgitte until I was kneeling alongside her and actually in the process of pouring some lotion onto my hands to rub into her back. Then my eyes widened as I realized there were no straps at all blocking the way of my hands! While I'd been inside she'd slipped out of her bikini and was now totally naked!
