*The main characters are 18 years of age or older.
Those holiday tv spots were surprisingly accurate. They were exactly like the sun kissed walk they'd made into the apartments an hour ago. Outside she could hear the splashes and jeers of families, just like hers, enjoying their summer vacation. She grabbed the headboard to steady herself. If you started recording the scene outside, you'd have your holiday package advert shot in minutes. Easy peasy. Though stretched panties dug into her thighs, the bed was kind to her knees. Having steadied herself, she knew it wouldn't take long now. Her eyeline forced straight down, the pillow went fuzzy as she shook. She heard only the clatter of flesh. Like clockwork, he started to moan. She could have written the sequence, step by step, she knew it so well. The same every time. His hand slid from waist to shoulder. This was the part where she'd usually let out a few moans of her own - not always fake. But he was in a rush today, and so no squirting for her. The last few acts were a combination of grunts; his lightly haired chest scraping her back; and the unbridled release of his thick load. It wasn't the sudden heat inside her that did it. Veronica only considered it over when his breath struck her cheek and lips glanced her ear.
"Remember, don't tell mom."
She couldn't quite remember when she first started letting him be with her, but it had been a holiday just like this one. Though it wasn't rare throughout the year, the annual summer vacation had become their own little secret tradition. A different tv advert popped into her head. The ones featuring pugnacious women with the slogan 'no means no.' Veronica knew that they didn't apply to her. She hardly ever said no to him. He split open the curtains and let the intense Spanish sun illuminate him. Lean and tall, her father wasn't an ugly man. He wasn't old either; siring her when he was much too young. Veronica hated the fact that she had probably been an 'accident.' Her parents never let on. Looking down, she touched herself. His itch well and truly scratched, she let cum dangle between her fingers. Ending her perverse game, she slid up her panties and let the summer dress flow back down her thighs. She stared at him as a carefully measured amount of him was let leak out the sides of her knickers, to stain the fresh bedding.
"Why close the curtains if you're just going to stand there naked?" she asked.
She threw up her hands in faux defence as he pounced and wrestled her on the bed. Their bodies cooling, she let her fingers slide through the chest hair of the man on top of her. She could feel his strong, thumping heartbeat. Veronica knew it was sick to view him as the cheeky, older flirt. But it wasn't her fault she felt that way about him. If he'd been fat and ugly and altogether more dad like, then maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe she would have done more to stop him if he had been like that. But he was charming and hot, and what happened, happened.
"Get out of here quick, before I lose control again," he said as he kissed her.
Veronica bit her lip as she squeezed his wet cock. She slid off the bed and headed for the adjoining living room cum kitchen. Presently, it was stuffed with suitcases, but It'd be full of food and cheap booze once her mom and little brother, Josh, returned from the store. She watched her father do his best to return the bed to its previous condition. Having taken her with such horny haste the second they were alone, imagine what he'd do when she'd change into her bathing suit later. Veronica grinned as she pulled the red piece of nothing from her suitcase.
"The bed looks fine, dad. Maybe you should put on some clothes."
***
Veronica closed her eyes and sank back into the lounger. She always knew he was younger than the other dads. He'd have more in common with her pals' brothers, than with anyone else. It pissed her off when her friends would talk about how cute he was in front of her -- his dark hair, his stubbled jawline. Just the image of them with him in that way made her sick. Or perhaps it was the fact that it was all too likely. With a friend group averaging 18 years of age, even Veronica knew how tempting it was for a 36 year old guy. Especially one with a sex drive like his. For years she'd hear the energy coming from her parents' room next to her. Touching herself to their groans was probably where it had all started. 'Yes,' Veronica started to realise. Maybe him fucking her that first time was the result of some subconscious teasing -- that she secretly wanted it -- and was just as much at fault as he was.
An ice cold drop landed plumb between her breasts. She took the bottle of coke while giving him a 'how dare you, though I kind of like it' look.
"Are you wearing enough sun screen, love? Derek, put some on her back," Angela said.
"Do I look like a servant? That's a woman's job!"
Her mother was too busy soaking in the sun to reply. Her dad took a gulp of his cola and winked.
"Right. Get on your belly."
Veronica was face down, and once again in her masseuses favourite position. Cool cream dribbled on her back. His hands dragged it from shoulders to the annoying strap across the middle of her back. From this angle it was difficult to open, but in her weak attempt, Derek got the message to assist. Veronica wondered if he was checking on mom as he undid the knot. His cream spreading technique was extremely thorough. There was no way he was going to let the top of his daughter's toned ass get burnt -- even if her panties covered it. The breaking of waves on the sand was immensely calming. Lost in her rationalisations, how could she hold any anger towards him? He was just a man after all. It was hardly his fault her body had grown in all the right places. Hands did another lap around her body. Veronica was sure he'd checked on mom as cream was repeatedly applied to the sides of her breasts. He made a terrible job of redoing her top. Derek let out a few heavy breaths as he collapsed into a lounger of his own.
"Veronica, go see if Josh wants a drink, will you," her father said.
Rising to her feet, the poor guy looked antsy in his chair. His face was red under his silver shades. He held his empty glass bottle between his legs; a good shape for what he was hiding. She almost felt sorry for him as she headed down the beach. Her little ass teasing him every step of the way.
