Dawn yawned and rolled over, tucking a few stray strands of auburn hair behind her ear and pulling it all away from her neck. The sun was warm on her naked back and curvy ass as she laid her head on her arms and closed her eyes again. She had to admit, sunbathing was one of her favorite winter past times. Sure, it was cold out, but that made the sun feel all the better on her bare flesh. The cold made her ache, too, her bare nipples as hard as diamonds against the lawn chair. By the time she was ready to see her boyfriend later she'd be ready for some serious warming up.
She smiled at the thought and checked the time on her cell phone before closing her eyes again. Another 20 minutes and it would be time to go in and shower. She was glad she had found a way to get her father out of the house for a little while, ever since her mother had gone to visit her sister in California he'd been moping around the house like a lost puppy- and when he was moping around the house she couldn't sunbathe properly.
When her phone cut through her quiet thoughts Dawn found herself pouting, but she flipped it open without opening her eyes.
"Hello?"
"Dawn, honey, where are you?" Dawn sat up as she realized it was her father on the phone, and she grabbed for the towel laying on the ground beside her.
"I'm at home, just watching television Daddy, why?" She looked over her shoulder into the kitchen and was relieved to find that she didn't see him in the door. She realized that it could have been bad if he had been there. There was no solid fence surrounding their yard and the neighbors on any side of them could have seen her had they been looking- of course that was part of what she liked so much about sun bathing when no one was home. She never knew who might walk out into their back yard and get a look at her curvaceous 5'4" body laying naked on a lawn chair.
"No you aren't, there's nobody in the living room." Suddenly Dawn's heart was racing and she stood up, spinning to see her father filling one side of the glass sliding door that had a moment ago been empty. He still held his cell phone to his ear as he stared at her through the door, and she found herself clutching the towel she had grabbed for dear life. Even so, it wasn't an overly large towel and she knew it came up short on her legs and low on her breasts.
"Daddy!" She flipped her phone closed and stood like a deer in headlights as he opened the door, laying his phone on the counter nearby. "I was just . . ."
"Putting yourself on show for the entire neighborhood?" His tone was harsh and it wasn't hard to tell that he was angry as he crossed his arms over his chest. for a man in his late forties her father was in good shape. He worked out at the gym 4 or 5 times a week and he was aging well. His hair was still mostly dark, only a little salt and pepper creeping in at the edges, and his blue eyes were still as stern when he was angry as they had been when she was five.
"There's nobody out here in the middle of the day!" She was turning bright red, and she really just wanted to run past him to her room, but his broad frame took up almost the entire doorway and it was obvious that he wasn't in any mood to move just yet.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"You weren't supposed to be!" She shifted under his gaze and tried to pull the towel up higher without showing too much thigh. Suddenly she felt very uncomfortable.
"How often do you do this, Dawn?" He was moving towards her now, his arms coming uncrossed, and she became aware of the fact that there was something else in his eyes, and they weren't staying on her face. She turned a brighter red she she realized his eyes were on her cleavage and steadily moving down.
"I- I've never done it before." She lied, and she lied badly. The closer he came and the more he looked at her the more nervous she became, and the cold was beginning to get to her now that she wasn't relaxed anymore. She started to move towards the door now that he wasn't blocking it, but she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm, stopping her. His grip was firm, he wasn't going to let her go anywhere. "Please, Daddy, let me go inside."
"No." He was looking at the back of her body now, his eyes, she could only guess, on her ass. She felt him moving, and she was surprised when he lifted her towel up above her ass and, quicker than she could have expected, smacked it. She cried out, trying to pull away from him, spinning in his grip as her ass began to sting. He was looking down at her as she turned, his eyes angry and lusty.
"You can't-!" She was cut off when he jerked her close to his body then spun her around bending her over a small table that was set beside the lawn chair. His hand moved from her arm to the back of her neck as she cried out in surprise and embarrassment, and quite a bit of indignation.
"I can. I've always spanked you when you misbehaved before, and I don't see any reason not to now. Just because you are 19 doesn't mean you are too old to be punished." His hand came down on her ass again and Dawn cried out, her towel falling away from her body as she grabbed at the table to brace herself, and she found herself naked in front of her father.
"Daddy! This isn't appropriate, please!" Her breath was fast and short and as she squirmed in his grip her hard nipples rubbed against the rough edge of the table. He didn't stop though, and three loud cracks later there were tears in her eyes.
"Tell me the truth then, how often to you lay out here naked?" He had stopped smacking her ass, but he was still holding her down,a nd she felt him move forward, so close that she could feel the heat of his body against the back of her legs and her pussy, and she wondered vaguely if he could feel the heat radiated from her burning ass. She didn't think about where he would be feeling it though.
"Once or twice a week." She didn't want to lie again, her ass hurt enough and she wasn't sure what he'd do if she lied again and he knew it. When she felt his hand again it was rubbing one of her bright red butt cheeks, and she gave an involuntary moan as a tear slid down her face. His warm hand now gently rubbing at her soft flesh felt so different than the spanking had that her body automatically reacted and she was terrified to feel moisture trickle over one of her pussy lips.
"That often?" He didn't sound like he was actually speaking to her for a moment, more like he was thinking aloud as he rubbed her ass, his hand moving steadily further down until she felt it against the joint of her thigh and her pussy. She gasped and tried to pull away but his hand tightened around the back of her neck until she yelped, and his other hand moved over her pussy lips, two fingers running over them. She knew he could feel how wet she was and that made her want to cry a little more, but it also made her want to moan. "You must like the idea that someone might see you. And when it's so cold out too."
"Daddy, please stop." She was squirming again when his fingers slipped between her pussy lips and found her clit, and she heard herself moan as he rubbed against her little nub, "Ah . . Daddy .. ." She bit her lip and tried not to cry out as her body instinctually pushed back, and she found his fingers inside of her, pushing and twisting as she grabbed at the edge of the table.
"No. This is what you've wanted isn't it? Maybe not from me, but," he leaned down over her and his hand slipped away from his cunt as he pushed his clothed erection against her, his lips brushing her ear, "maybe this will help us both out. I miss your mom and you are just begging for someone to find you out here."
Dawn found herself gasping as he pulled her up to stand against his body again, and when his hand snaked down over her belly to rub against her pussy from the front she found herself pushing back against his firm body. The hand that had been holding her down grasped lightly at one of her breasts, caressing it at first, then narrowing down until her father held her nipple between two fingers. As he pinched and rolled it she found herself moaning and squirming in his grasp, but she wasn't trying to get away. She had to admit to herself that she had wanted this, she had always played with the idea of what she would do if someone saw her on the porch and approached her, she had just never fathomed it would be her father. Still, behind her, against her ass, she could feel his throbbing erection through his jeans and it was obvious that it was more than big enough to please her. And with her mother being out of town . . . she'd never find out.
"Daddy . . ." This time there was only the slightest hint of a whimper in her voice as she pushed her pussy against his hand, " . . . okay."
She heard her father let out a little groan of relief as he pulled up hard on ehr pussy, increasing the pressure on it at least twice as much as she gasped with pleasure, pushing her ass back against his cock. When he rolled her nipple and pinched it hard enough to make her cry out she turned hard in his grasp, braking free of his arms for a moment before he gathered her up in them again and pulled her hard against him, his mouth covering hers as he forced a passionate kiss on her. She returned the kiss willingly, her tongue delving into his warm mouth as he grabbed at her ass, pulling one of her legs around his hip and grinding the rough fabric of his pants into her pussy.