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My dad goes to work early in the mornings. He was almost always home by three o'clock in the afternoon. About three or four days a week counting weekend days he worked on his boat. Not so many days that he would think it was strange that I went out in the back of the backyard when he did. He had this platform he climbed up on and there was a short length of railing on the boat that you could flip over so you could get on the deck. The railing piece was off at the moment so I could sand it for him.
He had to put one foot way up between the opening and grasp either side of the railing to get on the boat. He always wore very short cutoff jeans and a T and nothing on underneath and at that perfect moment, when he was busy getting on, his shorts opened up and I could look right up inside his shorts and watch him swinging around and flopping back and forth for just a moment or two. I've seen the head covered and uncovered and his balls and everything. Sometimes he was hanging right down on this side of his shorts, almost out. Once he was a little longer and I think I caught him in the process of going up or coming down.
As soon as he pushed with his other leg the opening disappeared and I looked at something else. Every now and then I could get on the platform while he was working on something on the deck with one knee down and get another look but that was mostly happenstance. Still, it was exciting just waiting. I brought him cool drinks and didn't linger so he didn't get suspicious. I haven't said anything to mom about it. Sometimes dad leaves the bathroom door cracked when he showers after working and I listen to him singing and washing. I could visualize him in the shower, washing and rinsing and rubbing and playing and all that.
I graduated from high school last summer, almost a year ago. I spend over four hours a day online for college credits and another three hours studying and another two researching and notebook work. I'm done online before dad gets home so we can spend more time together. He's a really good dad. I decided to have a short go at him so one day after I got my look up his shorts and he was onboard I said, "Dad, What do you think about me looking at nude men's butts?"
Dad kept working without answering then all of a sudden he broke out in really large laughs and sat down on his haunches and said, "Katie, what in the world are you talking about?"
"Well," I said. "I see you climbing around on the boat and you have a really nice butt. It isn't one of those big ones and it bobbles a little and it's a nice neat package. I like it. I was wondering what it looks like nude. If it's as cute out as it is in it would be quite a sight to see. I'm not asking you to nude your butt, Carter would show me his if I asked. I mean, I know some butt guys. I just wondered what you thought, you know, if that was disgusting or who cares?"
"I always thought I was a leg man," he said. "I guess I think about girl's butts now and then. If you want to be a butt girl have at it. I do a nice butt show. Ask your mom. She gets a better look than I do."
"I just might do that," I said. "So, you don't mind me watching your butt now and then just for fun?"
"Not at all," he said. "Besides, you have a nice butt yourself."
I smiled and headed back to the house. That went well. I waited a couple of days in case dad mentioned my butt thing to mom. It would give her time to mull it over and get used to my interest. I caught a chocolate chip cookie smell and went straight to the kitchen.
Eating a cookie I said, "Mom, what do you think about dad's butt? I think it's cute. Small, neat, shipshape and functional. I'd love to see it nude. I told him I liked it but I didn't ask if I could see it. I'd like to see it. Maybe I could catch him in the shower. He'd probably chase me all over the house."
"He mentioned something about it," she said. "How long have you been interested in your dad's butt?"
"I think it started a little after I started looking up his shorts," I said. "Sometimes right after he started on the boat."
Mom turned around and looked at me smiling. She said, "You've been looking up his shorts too? See anything?"
"Just a quick glimpse," I said. "Almost every time. Not enough to cause a massive reaction. He's never loaded for action or anything like that. Mostly looks like the pictures I've seen. I didn't mention that to dad. I thought it might conjure up the dad daughter thing so I figured maybe the butt."
Mom turned back around and was quiet for a minute or two, working on making cookies. She said, "He's nude when he washes. If you can catch him in the shower be sure he's facing away and he might let you take a look. Maybe let you wash it. If he lets you do that maybe you might let him wash yours while you're looking away. You'll have to be nude but he loves bare legs, especially the thighs. I won't tell him about you seeing him up his shorts. You two can work that out."
My mom makes the absolutely best cookies in the whole wide world. I'll bet she's even taken dad under her wing and taught him how to make really great cookies. There's something to be learned here.
My bathroom upstairs doesn't have a shower, just a tub, but it has those nozzles and they're fun. Mom and dad's bathroom has a big shower. I've showered there a number of times. Of course my tub has a shower head but I like the big one. I looked up from my notebook and saw mom going down the drive to the supermarket. I saw dad come in from working on the boat about five or six minutes ago. I quick ran to my bedroom upstairs and stripped and checked myself again. I was ready.
I waited in the upstairs bathroom until I could hear the water running and was downstairs in a flash waiting outside the bathroom. The door was cracked as usual and the lights were on bright. As soon as he started to sing I slipped in and took a look. He didn't see me.
