A Beautiful Summer with Daddy

A Beautiful Summer with Daddy

I had just graduated high school and thought this summer break was going to be spent getting into all sorts of trouble with my friends, living a carefree life until college started in the fall. Was I sorely mistaken!

My bitch of a mother and I got into a huge fight, and she bought me a one way ticket to my dad's in Oregon. She found out that I am bisexual and was 'dating' one of my best friends. By found out, I mean she walked in on us in a not so innocent position on my bed. Her fault though, she should have knocked first.

So here I am, packing up my bag to visit my dad, whom I barely interact with anymore since their divorce when I was seven. At the beginning I would spend weekends at his place, but after a few years he decided to move back closer to his aging parents in Oregon. I'd only seen him a couple summers after that, and honestly, it's been almost four years since the last time I saw him. My mom wasn't a fan of me seeing him too often, and she was the one paying for plane tickets, she never let me go. A lot has changed since I saw him last. I grew up. My body grew up. My mind grew up, along with my thoughts, opinions, and experiences.

My dad had always been nice and kind to me, but when the visits were sporadic, I never really got to know the guy. When I was little he did teach me everything he knew, whether it was fixing the lawn mower or soldering a broken sprinkler system. Anything he taught my brother, he made sure to include me, even though I was 5 years younger. That is one thing I appreciated about my dad, he didn't really gender anything between my brother and I. Whatever my brother got to do, I was allowed to do too.

In a fit of rage, I yank tank tops, blouses and skirts out of my closet and throw them in my suitcase. I'm pissed that I have to leave my friends. But I'm kind of glad that I won't have to see my mother for a couple months. That trade off alone is worth it. I'll be back in the fall to pack up to move out and into the dorms to reunite with some of those friends. For now, I just throw all of my clothes into a big carry-on bag and wait for my brother to take me to the airport. I don't even bother trying to find my mom to say goodbye, she could die for all I care.

The plane ride was short and I forgot how beautiful Oregon was in the summer, everything was so green! My dad lived in a little coastal town, and I was looking forward to hanging out at the beach. Living in a land-locked state, I didn't get to visit the beach very much. My friends are going to be so jealous of how tan I'm going to get! As soon as the plane lands I text my dad to let him know which carousel my luggage will be arriving at. He texts back "OK", being in his mid-sixties, technology has grown a little faster than he can keep up. He still uses a flip phone so texting rarely happens between us.

I step onto the escalator going down to the luggage claim and my eyes start scanning the crowds near carousel 8. I'm wearing a grey hoodie with my high school's mascot on the front, baggy sweat pants, sneakers, and my black Jansport backpack. I like to be comfortable on planes with the bare minimum of contact with any of the seat cushions or other passengers...planes are germ central, yuck!

I finally saw my dad, who was also scanning the crowd looking for me. He used to be a really handsome guy, but life after the divorce had been a bit rough on him. He'd gained a few pounds and the polo shirt he had tucked into his jeans was a bit tight. His bright blue eyes lit up when he saw me coming down the escalator, a smile grew from ear to ear as he threw his hand up and started waving. I ran up to him and threw my arms around his neck. He picked me up so effortlessly with his strong arms wrapped around my waist. He smelled exactly the same as I remembered, Old Spice, Big Red cinnamon gum, and a faint whiff of stale cigarette smoke. Inhaling his scent made my body relax and my arms stayed tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Hi baby girl, I missed you so much! My goodness, look how much you have grown!" His eyes did a full up and down scan of my now very womanly body. My cheeks flushed a little when I saw how dilated his pupils were.

"Daddy, I've missed you too, and you smell so good! Haven't quit smoking yet?"

"Yeah, but I've cut back a lot. I just haven't kicked the habit since my military days."

He gently set me down and pointed to the luggage carousel that jolted to life. "Let's get a good spot and grab your bag. Are you hungry? We have a long drive back home and know of a couple good spots along the way. I was thinking about seafood, since you probably don't get nearly as fresh fish where you live."

"Seafood sounds great! I ate a bit on the plane so no rush to get lunch." I take his hand in both of mine and give him a loving squeeze. His hands were so big and soft, and holding them made me feel like the little girl from oh so long ago. I did really love my daddy, and realized how much I'd been missing him.

The drive to the coast was absolutely beautiful! The windy roads through the evergreen forests finally spit us out onto HWY 1 along the coast. It was breathtaking! I felt like a little kid with my face pressed against the window looking over the ocean. My dad placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, softly rubbing my back as I continued to ooh and ahh at the scenery.

"We can go to the beach every day if you want." I swiftly turned around to look at him and squealed as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek hard. "Yes daddy, omg, that sounds like a dream!"

"Kaylee, watch out, I'm driving!"

"Sorry daddy, I'm just so excited to be here! Mom was being a total bitch and I was dreading coming out here, but honestly, I've really missed you and can't wait to spend a whole summer with you." I beamed at him, and landed one more kiss on his cheek before releasing my accident-inducing hug.

"Daddy, there was something else that I wanted to do while I was here, but I need your permission."

"Uh-oh, what have you been scheming little girl?"

"Um...so...I want to get my tongue pierced but I don't turn 18 for another month. I want to do it with enough time to heal before going back to see mom. Would you be ok signing for me?" I tried giving him the biggest, most pleading grin I could muster. I had been planning this ever since my mother had bought the plane ticket. She was a Korean tiger mom and didn't want her children to have piercings or tattoos. Well fuck her! I've always wanted my tongue pierced and this actually was perfect timing. I would get it done in the next couple days, and be healed long before going back home and away to college.

"Oh honey, I don't know, your mother would kill me if she ever found out."

"If she finds out, I won't tell her you helped me, I promise! Please, please? Pretty please?" I was tugging at his free hand until he finally said "Fine! You would have gotten it done after your 18th birthday anyways, so what's a month early really going to do?" I could tell he was not entirely on board, but after not seeing each other for years, I knew my guilt trip was working perfectly.

"Yay!! Thank you, thank you, thank you daddy! My friends are going to be so jealous when they see it!"

After settling in at my dad's apartment, I made myself comfortable out on his little balcony. We were on the top floor and had a decent view of the ocean. It was a warm day, so I swapped my airplane sweats for pink shorts and a white tank top. I was on my phone researching tattoo and piercing shops in my dad's little town. Thankfully there were several to choose from. I started calling around to see who had the earliest appointment and found one that was available right now. My dad had just come out onto the balcony with two glasses of ice tea when I told him the news. He sat down and handed me my glass. The thick condensation was already beading around the glass. As I tipped the glass to take a sip, water dripped off the bottom and hit the top of my tank top. I watched my dad's eyes follow the droplets before he almost imperceptibly shook his head and looked away. "So what time is your appointment and where is it, do you know?"

"The lady on the phone said to come in the next 30 mins. It says 4th street. Is that close by?"

"Yeah, in the middle of downtown. It'll take us ten minutes to get there. Let's get going pumpkin, before I change my mind."

I squealed again in excitement and jumped into my daddy's lap. I hugged him tightly and planted a few small pecks around his face to show my appreciation. His cheeks turned red and cleared his throat "Let's go already."

My goodness does getting your tongue pierced fucking hurt!! The whole experience was god awful, but all pain aside, I was super happy with it. The piercer said it will take 4-6 weeks to heal and that the first few days were going to be the worst. She was not fucking lying! For the first three days I couldn't eat anything and barely could drink, my tongue was so swollen. I was whining like a little bitch and cried a few times in front of my dad. He just threw his arms up in a 'what do you want me to do?' sort of way. But what he really was saying is 'you did this to yourself'.

All jokes aside he was being very accommodating. He got me chamomile tea and a Costco sized bottle of ibuprofen for the swelling and tried cooking me all sorts of soups so that I could at least eat something.

Day four is when the swelling started to go down and all I could think about was a cheeseburger.

"Daddy, I mow dis sound sdupid, but all I weally want id a deeburger."

My dad couldn't help from chuckling, "Sorry, what was that sweetie?"

"Deeeeburger!"

"Are you sure you want a cheeseburger? You still sound as if your tongue is falling out of your mouth."

"Pwease, I'm starbing!"

"Ok honey, but I have a bad feeling about this. Let's try Mcd's since they have small cheeseburgers."

He was right, trying to eat a cheeseburger in my state was a terrible and stupid idea. I regretted it, but the two bites that I could swallow were absolutely delicious and worth it! My dad was trying so hard not to laugh at me, but I can only imagine how pathetic I was acting and looked. When we got back home, the whole ordeal of me trying to eat a cheeseburger wiped me out. My daddy sat at the end of the couch and opened up one of his space novels.

"Daddy will you rub my back while I wait for the ibuprofen to kick in?"

"Of course sweetie, come here and snuggle with me." I tucked myself up under his arm and let his soft rubs put me to sleep while he sat there and read.

Everyday my tongue got a little bit better and I finally felt like leaving the house. We finally hit the beach like we had planned earlier. Dad made sure to make me a thermos of iced chamomile tea and another with soup. He brought hotdogs and charcoal for himself so he could make a small BBQ pit in the sand. He was such a goofy guy but I loved it.

We decided to walk to the beach right across the street from his apartment. It was a little rocky but we managed to find a soft spot to put our blanket out on. My dad spread out the blanket and plopped himself down. As he started taking off his shoes, I shimmied out of my jean shorts and let them fall to the ground before stepping out of them. I caught my dad's jaw drop slightly but his sunglasses were covering his eyes, so I couldn't tell where he was looking, but I had a good guess. I pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it on top of my shorts. I kneeled right in front of my dad and handed him the bottle of sun screen. "Daddy, will you put some on my back please?"

He didn't form a real answer, just a shaky "mhhhmmm". That made me smile. I was kind of enjoying how I made him squirm. The last time my dad saw me, I hadn't fully developed my hips and my tits were only just beginning to bud. Back then, my frame was still as straight as a tree trunk, but now my breasts had fully filled out almost to a DD cup, and my hips spread out sideways. Being an athlete helped a ton, as I worked out my legs for most of the season. Being half Korean, I'm really glad my tits had gotten as big as they did, and I could tell by the way my dad was gawking at me that he was also thankful I didn't get stuck with itty bitty titties like my mom.

My dad squirted some sun screen into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together to warm it up. He started with my shoulders and worked his way under the straps of my bikini. His hands were so big but really soft, and they were so tender while rubbing lotion into my skin. He rubbed lotion on both sides of my neck and gave me a little massage. I let out a soft moan, and could feel him tense up.

"Oh that feels so good daddy. My last softball season kicked my ass and I could use a good massage."

I could feel his hands dig in deeper at my confession, and all I heard back was "Of course baby girl."

He worked his way down my upper back, then rubbed the outside of my waist and over the tops of my hips. Something flickered between my legs and I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by my dad rubbing the sun screen on me. This time it was my turn to shake my head to rid my mind of dirty thoughts.

"All done!" He quickly said as he rubbed the remnants of lotion onto his own forearms.

"Daddy, are you going to take your shirt off? I can put sunscreen on your back."

By this time I had stood up and started applying sunscreen all over the rest of my body. Starting with my arms and then spreading it across my chest making sure to scoop below the fabric of my bikini to not get any weird tan lines.

Daddy's mouth was wide open and it took him a few beats before saying "Um, sure, baby girl, thank you." He took his shirt off as I stepped around behind him. I sat right behind him and put my legs on the outside of his. Not being as polite, I just squirted the sunscreen directly to his skin.

"Kaylee!! That's fucking cold, you asshat!" He slapped both of my thighs in protest, which made the heat between my legs grow again.What is going on here? What's wrong with me, this is my dad.

I just giggled behind him and began rubbing the lotion into his skin. His back was so strong and muscular and his shoulders were excitingly broad. Even though he was a little more plump than I'd remember, the guy was still super fit for being in his sixties. I think some would even go as far as calling him a DILF.

His back took a lot more sun screen than mine, but I was enjoying this little bonding moment with him. I know when he was married to my mom their lack of intimacy was the wedge driving them further apart. My dad ended up cheating on her, but I couldn't blame him. My mom is a total bitch and treated him so poorly. He dated here and there, but I think his heart was too broken from the divorce. My mom was the love of his life, but when that person doesn't reciprocate how you feel, it can be soul crushing. I could tell there was this little sadness that he always carried around.Knowing this, I took a little extra time rubbing the sun screen in. He gave me a nice little massage so I wanted to return the favor.

After everyone was completely shielded from the sun, we settled down on our blanket to let the sun screen soak in. My dad was an avid reader and brought his current sci-fi space novel with him. He laid on his stomach and placed the book in front of him on the blanket, looking absolutely content. I rolled over onto my stomach and pulled my phone out. I hadn't texted Mya in a few days so sent her a quick selfie of me in my bikini at the beach.

Kaylee: [image delivered]

Kaylee:Hey babe, how's your summer going so far? I miss you and wish I was kissing you right now.

Mya:Babe! I miss you too! Gawd damn gurl, you are looking tasty in that bikini 💋

Kaylee: 😘For your eyes only

Mya:I hate that your mom sent you away, we were going to have such an amazing summer.

Kaylee:Such a bitch, right? but hey I get to go to the beach everyday. Guess what!

Mya:What???

Kaylee: [image delivered]

Mya:WHAT???? YOU GOT YOUR TONGUE PIERCED!?!? A'lskjf'laksjda'lsdkfj'asldkfhjslkdfh

Mya:BABE, THAT IS SOO FRICKIN CUTE!!! Did it hurt??

Kaylee:Hurt like a mother fucker!!!

Mya:Oooh, I can't even imagine...is your tongue swollen?

Kaylee:You wouldn't believe how much! I still can't eat solid foods right now. My dad has been making me tea and soup

Mya:OMG, stahp it, that is too cute! And he was OK with letting you get it?

Kaylee:Yeah, he figured a month before my 18th birthday was fine. He's actually been really fun to hang out with. I kind of missed him being around.

Without even realizing it, I was tapping my foot against my dad's leg. It was so fun to be playful with him in this way.

Mya:Awww, that is super sweet to hear. Glad there is a silver lining to you going out there. I really miss you, and this summer is going to be hard without you. At least we are going to the same university, so I get to see you soon!

Kaylee:I'm so glad we got into the same place, I couldn't live without you in my life babe!

Mya:Ok, I gotta bounce though, Kim and Samantha are picking me up to go to the lake! I might not get service there, but will send pics when I can. You too, I want to see more of that bikini...or less if you know what I mean😉

Kaylee:Ok babe, have fun and tell them I said hey!

"Who was that?" My dad's deep voice brings me back to this reality.

"My girlfriend, Mya." I said without hesitation. He was so much more accepting of my sexuality than my mother. Another point for dad.

"That's nice sweetie. I'm sorry you're having to spend your summer with your old man instead of with your girlfriend."

"It's ok, it is what it is. At least we are going to the same school in the fall, so I'll get to see her eventually."

"Do you wanna go dip your toes in the water?"

"Yeah! Last one's a rotten egg!"

The best part about the beach near my dad's place is all of the tide pools. He and I meandered up and down the shore poking around all the little pools we could find. Picking up hermit crabs and starfish, and poking our fingers inside the sea anemones to feel them close up. There were several times where I'd either be bent over looking down into a pool, or squatting and hovering, and when I stood back up I caught my dad staring at me instead of the tidepool. There was even one time that I thought I saw a faint bulge in his swim trunks. After that, I found my gaze falling onto his crotch more times than I'd like to admit. I was curious to know if my dad was well endowed. It sure looked like it when I didn't think he was sporting an erection for me. It's not his fault, I look damn good, and I know my strong, athletic body was probably not making this easy on him.

Maybe this bikini was a little too small now, and some of my more fleshy parts were spilling out, but I had always been comfortable in my skin. My mixed heritage made it so I had ultra soft skin that always looked sunkissed even in the dead of winter. My hair was long and dark brown, almost black. I didn't really look like my mom or my dad, just an exact mix of the two.

We didn't notice the tide had shifted and started to come in. As we made our way back to our blanket, one of the waves came crashing over the rock and almost knocked me over. My dad was right there behind me and caught my waist and pulled me in close to his body. I was fully aware that my breasts were pressed firmly against his bare chest and that feeling between my legs stirred again. Every time we had hugged, my body reflexively relaxed and relinquished control over to him. He made me feel so safe and taken care of.