Kim opened her eyes, snatching her hand from her moistened mound, and saw her father in front of her, bare-chested wearing only a pair of shorts. "Dad! I, you, er ah, I didn't know you were there."
"I could see that," her father replied. "Maybe I should have kept quiet. But I came out here to get some sun myself." He looked at the lounger next to Kim, and tried to avoid her eyes. Kim was not certain, but thought that she could detect a blushing to his skin. She looked down his body, at the thick tanned arms, downy chest and purple, oval nipples that she had fantasised about teasing with her tongue and teeth. Kim wasn't sure when her father fixation had started, but had known for several months that when she eventually lost her cherry, she wanted an older man, just like her father to take it from her.
"I'm on the double lounger, Dad. You can lie on here you know. Next to me." Though she was a little embarrassed about having been caught caressing herself, Kim thought that she should just brazen it out as if nothing had happened.
"But I've just been cutting up wood in the garage," he said, still avoiding eye contact, "you wouldn't want a sweaty man lying next to you," and he started to make a move to the sun lounger next to Kim. |