All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
"Missy Bear, come on. You can't keep it on the whole time," Daddy said.
I knew it was stupid, but Daddy also knew how embarrassed this bikini would make me. The
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beach towel covered my body. I had quickly grabbed the towel when I got out of the car. "Daddy, no. I'm not gonna have everyone staring at my ass and belly. You've seen me in this stupid thing anyway."
"So? What, you're going to wear a towel the whole time we're at the beach?" Daddy was more amused than mad.
Of course I couldn't, but I was feeling bratty because Daddy made me come to the beach with this bikini. I was exposed. I could usually dress to deemphasize my butt and my belly was small enough that it was easily hidden by a regular fitting shirt. Not this time, though. "Yes!" I grouched. I was especially embarrassed because the bottom didn't cover all my hair up, and the stark black of it was visible right out the top next to the white and green bottom. Daddy had told me he didn't like when girls shaved, so I didn't really have that choice. The plan was to stay in the water and far enough away from other people so that they wouldn't see it. It was ok if Daddy saw it, in fact I hoped he would notice. All of it belonged to him.
"We talked about this, Missy Bear. You're never going to get comfortable with your body if you always cover it up. What are those things called? Burkinis? You want to get one of those?"
I scowled at Daddy, "It's not funny."
"Can you at least give me a peak?" Daddy said. I shook my head. "I bought your swimsuit, brought you out to this beautiful beach, and I did... that thing to you earlier this morning. Not letting me get a good look at my Babydoll is a crime."
The aches down below were starting again. Daddy had only his swimming trunks on, his toned hairy chest and tattooed arms on display just as much as my whole body could be. After breakfast Daddy was angry and wanted to talk about "setting boundaries" between us. I convinced him otherwise, and before long I was laying on his lap and he was wearing me like a glove. I tried to stay mad looking, but Daddy begging to see my body like this felt so good.
Slowly, I parted the towel at my front. My chest and face started to blush. My face was beaming now, my resistance shattered. Daddy's eyes were glued to me, and they traversed every part of my body. "Like I said, guys are gonna be jealous."
"Dirty Daddy. You want them to think I'm your girlfriend." I held the towel open, reveling in Daddy's attention.
"You're definitely going to turn heads. I just mean that you look beautiful in that swimsuit. It hurts me to see you ashamed and covered." Daddy took a couple of steps forward, and placed his hand on my belly while he leaned on for a kiss. If I hadn't been so flustered, I would have gone for Daddy's tongue, but the kiss stayed chaste, almost appropriate for a Daddy and his girl. He moved his hand down, and for a second I thought he was going to pinch a bit of my hair. His eyes were clearly on it. But at the last second he moved back up.
His hands closed on my belly, pinching it. I didn't have enough for him to actually grab a roll. "Stop it," I said. Daddy didn't stop, his calloused hand running over my belly and hips. "Looks like you don't want to just pretend to be my boyfriend."
Daddy jerked his hand back and I smirked at him. "Hey now, none of that talk. We settled this in the car. This is one of our boundaries."
He wasn't remembering what happened the last time he talked about boundaries. "What are you gonna do Daddy, spank me?" I turned a little, exposing my thigh and butt cheek.
Huffing a sigh, Daddy said, "Just grab your stuff and the sunshade." I closed my towel back up, my mind swimming with the possibilities of the day. The beach was dotted with swimmers, sunbathers, and people just relaxing. It was a tourist trap like Mom had said the day before. The sun beat down on the hot sand, untouched by clouds.
I couldn't put the towel over my whole body carrying everything, so I settled on tying it around my waist. When I looked back, Daddy quickly turned his eyes away. The sand was almost too hot for my feet. "There are some tide pools around here, Babydoll. After we swim and have lunch we can go look at them."
"Tide pools? I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy. Are we really gonna be here that long?"
I started as Daddy's hand clamped down on my wrist. He pulled and turned me to face him. "I'm really getting sick of your complaining," he growled. "This is our day to have fun, and your Mom and I came out here to see you. I'll be damned if I'm going to be here with you if you're going to be a pain in the ass. So you can fix your attitude or I can drop you back off at your dorm. What will it be?"
It scared me a little, but I also liked that Daddy was taking control. I was a little frustrated that I was the one who had to push him to touch me and let me touch him. He wanted it, wanted me, but was holding himself back. "Yes, Daddy," I grumbled.
"Come on, you'll have fun here if you let yourself, I swear sometimes you're dead set on being a turd."
"Of course I want to have fun with you, Daddy." I grinned and left it at that.
We found a spot not too far from the water. I had risked a tiny complaint about a spot being too close to other people, and Daddy gave me a look, but agreed to move. The sun shade was bigger than it looked, and gave Daddy and me a nice cool place to sit. We took shelter from the sun and unloaded our stuff, including some sunscreen. We laid towels on the ground for each of us. I eyed Daddy and the bottle of sunscreen. It was the oldest trick in the book. I would let Daddy get my tough spots and I would get his. His eyes were glued to the bottle. He was thinking it too.
"Here, Daddy," the sunblock squirted into my hand with a fart. "Let me get you. It's easier like this." The look in his eyes. He knew. But he didn't move away when I started rubbing the goo up and down his arms. His Thor's hammer tattoo was my favorite, and he would always gripe that he was into the comics before "those stupid movies." There was even one of a lady with her boobs out, Cerce from the Odyssey. Her hair stood out and had a seductive smile on her face. He covered it with a band-aid sometimes. I could feel his muscles under his skin, and decided to risk massaging him a little as I applied the cream.
"That feels nice, Babydoll," he said.
"Good. You know I just want to make you happy, Daddy."
He said nothing as I moved up his arms to his shoulders and down his chest. The white sunblock stuck to his hair. "Jeez, Daddy. We're gonna need a lot. Why are you so hairy?"
"You kids, always afraid of a little hair," he chuckled.