I left work a little early Tuesday, knowing my daughter had come home from college for the summer, and was expected that morning. She had a key of course, but was coming home to an empty house; Lisa, my wife, was away on business. I hadn't seen Maggie for some months, and was anxious to hear about how her life was going, and didn't want her to be alone when she came home. When I let myself in I didn't see her around; I knew she was there, her car was in the driveway, and some of her stuff was in the doorway, more in the living room. I didn't hear the television or her music, though, and assumed she might be napping as I followed the trail of debris through the house. I got to her bedroom (it's still hers, even though she is only home a few months a year) and saw the door closed. I knocked gently and got no answer, confirming, in my head, that she had taken a nap after her drive. I made my way down the hall to the bedroom I shared with my wife, planning to change, keeping quiet to as not to disturb her slumber.
I guess it was my consideration for her nap that set the events into motion. If I had called out, or knocked harder, or made more noise, she would have known I was home, I think. But I didn't, and she didn't. And since she had her back to me in the open bathroom door, she didn't see me when my eye caught movement as I passed the partially open doorway, and heard music playing low.
I have to say I was confused at first, as I didn't recognize her. Her hair, besides being wet, was longer than it had been. It also had some streaks of light and dark in it. And I couldn't see her face; as I said, her back was turned.
And she was naked.
Not realizing it was her, thinking maybe she had brought a friend home, I ducked a little out of the doorway and sneaked a longer look, thinking hey, it's not my daughter, so it's only wrong if I get caught looking. And I immediately assessed that whoever it was was worth taking a gander at - long slim legs led up to firm, tight, rounded ass cheeks, dimples at the top where her back started, up a slim and fit torso, long arm hiding a hint of side breast, wet hair spilled down her shoulders and back. Very pleasant to see. She had a one foot up on the closed toilet seat, the thigh muscles taut.
And just as I thought I had seen enough to fantasize about and should duck out of there before I pushed my luck and got caught, I realized what she was doing. Her leg, as I said, was up, knee pointing off to the side. Her shoulders were hunched and her head was down. Her arms busy, one moving the other still, hands down low in front. Then the busy hand extended from her to the side, and rinsed a razor in the hot water running in the sink.
She was shaving her pussy.
So of course, I looked longer. I mean, it's not like I could see anything but her near-perfect ass with her back turned, and she wasn't acting all sexy like a web cam show, but fuck, there was a naked girl shaving her pubes in my guest bathroom, just a few feet from me. How could I not watch, at least a little. So I did. I watched a few more strokes, another rinse. I saw her check the smoothness by swiping her hand across the finished area, take another stroke, rinse again. Check again. It struck me that she was rubbing her fingers across her shaved pussy, and my cock swelled. Naked pubic grooming is just hot.
I jerked away when she moved her leg off the toilet, sneaking out of the doorway in case she turned. I could act surprised. I waited a few seconds and pretended to be walking by, preparing my shocked act in case whoever it was noticed me. My eyes darted to the side to glance.
I froze.
She had the other foot up now, and had turned a little to the side. She had switched hands with the razor, doing the other side now. Head still down, intent in her duties. When her arms moved I could see her breasts, young and full, hanging a little as she hunched, perfect small pink nipples upon rounded globes. I could make out the mound between her legs when she pulled the skin tight from the side, as she worked diligently to remove the stubble and shave cream. Her wet hair hid her face. My cock grew more, and I adjusted it. I was fully hard.
And then she sang a little bit with the song that was playing softly. The voice hit me like a slap. It wasn't a friend of Maggie's. It was Maggie, my daughter. Guilt wracked me suddenly and my cock, the bastard, got harder. My daughter, home from school, was a fully grown and gorgeous woman and was shaving her pussy! And I was harder than I had ever been watching her.
When had she grown into such a delectable beauty? When did the little girl I taught to ride a bike turn supple and smooth and rounded? When did she turn hot? And when did she start shaving her pussy?
I had stopped even thinking about getting caught, enraptured by the vision of her naked body, grooming herself (for - what? - for sex?). The vision of her combined with the subtle knowledge that what I was doing was wrong possessed me so that I almost didn't realize she'd finished. She was splashing water from the sink onto her pussy, wiping away the remains of the shave cream, then took a small hand towel and dried it. And then she stood there, sideways to me, looking straight ahead.
She took a deep breath.
"Did you get a good look?" she asked the room aloud. And in a heartbeat she was at the door, pulling it wide and startling me, freezing me to the spot in a panic. "Well?" she asked accusingly, eyebrows lifted as my mouth opened wordlessly. "Did you? Did you see enough, Dad?" She stepped into the doorway, only a step from me. She looked me up and down. "Or do you need a closer look, so you can go jerk off thinking about your own daughter?"
"You...you..." I stammered foolishly, embarrassed to sound like such and idiot in front of my little girl. My no longer little, naked and confronting and shocking daughter. "You shaved your...self," I uttered dumbly.
"I shaved my cunt," she postured arrogantly. Her language hit me like a slap and I startled. "So? You watched. Did you get a good look?" she repeated. Her hand went to my chest and her chin jutted defiantly. "Or do you need to see it close up?"
"Why..."
"You're staring at my naked body and shaved pussy, and YOU ask ME why?"
"I... I...."
"I like it this way," she said. Her lip lifted in a sneer, and her hand slipped to the front of my pants. She felt my erection. "I guess you do, too. Never seen a girl shave before?" she sneered. "Lots of girls do, now," she stated plainly. "Or have you just never seen a young shaved cunt before, live and in person?" She squeezed my cock, and the blood rushed from my head and extremities making me go numb all over except where her hand grasped me. "Whatsamatter, Mom doesn't shave hers? Never seen one except on the computer?" She closed the remaining distance between us until I felt her hot breath on my face. "Wanna see it up close and personal?" she accused. "Dad?" Her tone was a once nonchalant, derisive and cajoling.
I felt my head move, not believing I was nodding. She released my cock and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling my near-lifeless body into the bathroom. I followed on shuffling feet until she reached the sink counter. She turned to face me, her expression filled with disdain and pity. I stepped back from her, just a step and she pulled me back.
"Oh, no you don't, Dad. You fucking perv on me from the doorway? And now you're scared?" She released my shirt and quickly lifted her butt up onto the counter. I was staring at her face, afraid to move my eyes, wanting to but resisting; knowing it was wrong, trying to turn away, failing. Her lip curled in amused entertainment at my obvious discomfort. "Look," she told me. In the lower range of my vision I detected movement. I tried to concentrate only on her face, lost the battle, and my vision drifted down. Her neck; muscles pulsing. A red blush across her upper chest, her breasts, rising, falling. Her nipples, darker, erect. Was she excited by this? Her stomach, thin skin folded over as she sat.
And her pussy. Her shaved and naked pussy at the juncture of her slightly parted thighs. Her bare pubic mound, her tight, thin labia, crowned by her clit hood. I was breathing through my mouth.
"Like what you see? Like looking at you naked daughter's shaved cunt, Dad?" She spread her thighs wider. "Go ahead. Get a good look, it's okay." Her voice lowered. "You're not the first to see it." Wider still. Her bare foot moved, stroked across the front of my pants, pressing my hard cock. "You like it. Everyone does." She picked her feet up and rested her heels on the edge of the counter, knees up, parted shoulder width. "Everyone likes it. You know how many guys have seen my shaved pussy?" Her knees fell open. "Girls, too, Dad." As her thighs parted wide her labia parted, giving a hint of glistening pink wetness inside. "They all love it. Just like you."
Her words registered in my numb brain. "You show it...to...a lot.."
