This is my submission for The Nude Day Story Contest 2022. I hope you like it.
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“O.K.” said Rene, “help me up, Daddy.”
“Are you sure you want to practice here.” Paul asked as he glanced at his daughter, “The ground is not all that even.”
“If I don’t practice on uneven ground, I am gonna have trouble next week.”
Paul had to admit that was true. His 18 year old daughter had her first professional stilt walking gig next weekend at the Pirate Festival in Vallejo. And although she’d been walking around on stilts since she was nine, she had just bought a new set of stilts that put her a full foot higher than her old three foot pair and she did need to practice with them on uneven ground where someone could spot her until she felt comfortable. So here they were, at the park so she could practice where he could spot her.
Paul glanced around the park again before letting his eyes rest on his daughter sitting on the ground with her stilts strap to her legs. He smiled at her, amazed once again at her beauty. At 5′ 4″ she could be called petit except that her shoulders were broad for someone her size and her arms and legs were heavily muscled for a woman. Paul also knew that her butt under her jeans was taught and muscular and her T shirt hide a flat stomach but did nothing to deter that fact that her bosom that was almost too much for her height. With her long brown hair done up in two braids, the spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose and her clear blue eyes she looked like the stereotypical farm girl next door.
Rene saw the love in her father’s eyes. The rest of his face was not ruggedly handsome but not ugly either; cute she would say with expressive blue eyes in a way that showed his experience and age. She also noted the broad chest and shoulders and flat stomach covered by his t shirt that was slightly tight on him. In contrast he always wore baggy jeans but she knew from seeing him naked in their apartment and when they went camping that he had well sculpted legs and a “killer” ass. Her gaze traveled back to his face framed by the ear length hair just starting to turn salt and pepper, wishing that even one of the boys who had asked her out over the last couple of years could come even close to her father in looks, intelligence or compassion.
Rene held up both hands for him to help her get “high” as they called it. Paul smiled, recalling Rene at two, her arms in almost the same position with the same look on her face of utter trust. His blue eyes became misty but with a mental shake of the head he brought himself to the present. The toes of his sneakers held down the tips of the stilts as he grabbed her by both wrists. In a practiced move which involved him leaning back, her bending her knees and keeping her back straight, she pulled up putting her head 9′ in the air.
“Pretty tall,” he said.
“Yea, and heavier than my old stilts, too.” Rene said stepping forward.
Paul took a quick step to stay at her side just in case she went down. “Well, at least at this height your boobs look in proportion” he smiled up at her.
“Well, finally” Rene said not the least bit embarrassed, after all it was a running joke between them for a long time now, ever since she went from nothing to 36 DD between 6th grade and 8th grade. “Which reminds me,” Said Rene with a smirk, “I need to go bra and panty shopping again.”
Paul cocked an eye at his daughter “Don’t tell me you’ve changed sizes again, I don’t think I can afford it.”
“No, but last time you did laundry, you put one of my bras in the drier and now the underwire is all wonky”
“O.K. But this time you and Josie can go by yourselves,” referring to Rene’s oldest and best friend. “Last time I went into Victoria’s Secret with you, I got all these dirty looks. Sometimes I wish your mom was still around to help you with things like this.”
Rene smiled at her father, “Dad, you’re the best mom a girl ever had.”
Paul smiled at the statement, noting again how mature and sophisticated his daughter’s sense of humor was. Over the years, Paul sometime he felt that he was out of his depth trying to raise a beautiful daughter on his own but he was proud of the result.
During the course of the banter, the two had walked nearly half way around a circle that would bring them back to their starting point after thirty minutes of stilting. “Dad,” Rene said suddenly in a much more serious tone than she had been using.
“Getting tired?” he asked looking up at her. Then, noticing her look of concern, he lowered his chin to see what had caught her attention. Not more than ten yards away a young woman, perhaps in her late 20’s, blonde about his daughter’s height but not as broad in the shoulders and with yet a bigger chest was arguing with a young man who towered over her. “None of our business, honey” he said. Just then the man grabbed the blonde’s arm and pushed her against a tree. “Stay here,” he growled. Then picked up his pace to cover the distance between himself and the altercation.
“Is there a problem here?”
Turning his head to look at Paul but not letting go of the young woman. “It’s none of your business” he said, unconsciously mimicking Paul’s earlier statement.
Paul was not an imposing man at first glance. At 5’6″ he was at least 4 inches shorter than young man and at 42, twenty years older. But his shoulders were broad, his neck thick with muscle and his biceps and forearms had a definition that was the envy of many who noticed them. Perhaps though, the one thing that should have given anyone a pause was his eyes, which were blue when he looked at his daughter but had now turned slate grey.
“I’m making it my business. Now, why don’t you let her go before you do something you regret?”
The young man’s grip must have loosened at this exchange because the blonde suddenly gave her attacker a push and broke free. Completely ignoring the older man he turned back to his prey and raised his right hand as if to slap her. His surprise when something grabbed his wrist was evident in his face. Turning his head he remembered the interloper. Letting Paul pull his body around he balled his left hand into a fist with every intention of knocking “the old guy” on his ass. To his surprise, without quit knowing how it happened, he found himself flying through the air and landing hard on the ground.
Before he was just annoyed, but now he was mad. He scrambled to his feet with every intention of pounding someone into the ground. Suddenly there was a huge flash behind his eyes and intense pain in his face.
Paul stepped back after the quick jab to the nose, he thrust his left hand forward delivering three fingers to the solar plexus and, as the punk bent over, clubbed him with both hands on the back of the neck. Then stood there panting while making sure that the idiot didn’t get up again.
“Daddy” said Rene behind him.
“I told you to stay!” Paul said, noting that Rene was no longer on her stilts. But not all that concerned knowing there were several ways for her to get down safely.
“I was worried”
He looked back at the blonde, “Are you alright? Is there anyone here to take care of you?”
Taking her eyes off the prone body of her attacker she looked at Paul and shook her head.
Paul saw the fright in her blue eyes. “Maybe you should come with us until you feel better.”
The blonde woman’s glance took in Paul and Rene before quickly walked around the man laying face down on the ground and put both hands around Paul’s arm with a surprising strength. She maintained the contact as Rene led them over to her stilts which she had left on the ground, then towards the street where they had parked the car.
Paul was helping the stranger into the passenger side of his ten year old Toyota 4 Runner when they heard the sirens coming from somewhere. “Someone must have called the cops” he said looking into her eyes “Do you want to stay and swear out a complaint? I’ll stay with you.”
“What will the cops do to you for hurting that guy?” Was the response, then taking a deep breath she put out her hand, “No, I don’t feel like dealing with police. Thank you for saving me. I’m Sharon.”
Paul almost smiled. Then reached out and gave her hand a firm handshake. “I won’t say my pleasure, because I didn’t really enjoy it, but you’re welcome. And I don’t mind not dealing with the police. I’m Paul Howe and this is my daughter Rene.”
“Well, I appreciate it” Then turning her gaze to where Rene was standing behind her father “It’s nice to meet you, Rene. You are very lucky to have a father like Paul.”
“I think so” responded Rene, her dimples showing as she smiled at Sharon. “And don’t let his humble persona fool you; he’s a hero in every sense of the word.”
“Shut up you.” Paul said fondly opening up the back door. “Get in, I’ll grab the stilts.”
Rene slid in and Paul shut both doors then grabbing the stilts he walked around to the back of the SUV and used his key to lower the window.
Sharon turned around and said over the seat “You’re a stilt walker, like in the circus?”
“Kinda. I’ve got my first real gig next week, but not in the circus, just a “walk around” at a fairground.” Rene answered as Paul opened the driver side door and got behind the wheel.
“Where to?” asked Paul looking at Sharon.
“I’m not sure. I live in Walnut Creek and took the Bart in but I’m not sure I’m up to going home by myself quit yet.”
“Dad, why don’t we drive Sharon home?”
Paul turned to look at his daughter.
“Oh please Paul, I’ll pay you.” Sharon put her hand softly on Paul’s arm just below his shirt sleeve.
Paul switched his attention to Sharon, almost absently noticing the high cheek bones, silky hair and full lips. “You don’t have to pay me but I wouldn’t say no to gas money. Things are tight right now.” He said starting the car. “In fact, we’ll need to get gas before we leave town or we’ll never make it.”
“O.K. I’ll fill your tank, that’s the least I can do.”
“It’s a deal,” said Paul putting the car into gear.
Sharon let her hand linger on Paul’s bicep a moment longer before she turned back to Rene. “A walk around?” She asked picking up the thread of the previous conversation.
“Ya, you know. I dress in costume and walk around on stilts to add to the festive atmosphere. Not much, but everyone has to start somewhere.” Rene responded.
“Yes, I do know.”
“Oh? Are you in the entertainment business?” asked Rene.
Sharon’s face was that of a deer caught in the headlights. The silence was palatable.
“Sharon is an actress.” said Paul unexpectedly after a few moments of silence.
Fear was returning to Sharon’s face.
“Dad, did you recognize Sharon from a movie?”
Paul looked at Sharon “It’s O.K. I don’t have any issues with what you do nor do I expect any benefit from it.”
After studying Paul’s face for a moment Sharon smiled, “I believe you. You are a very unusual man.”
“I’m nothing special.” Paul watched the road.
Rene look confused.
“You may not think so, but I do. ” Sharon voice carried warmth.
“I don’t understand” said Rene into the silence.
Sharon continued to look at Paul. Now her eyes carried a question.
“It’s your business, Sharon.” Said Paul, “Like I said, I don’t have any issue with it, as long as nobody’s getting hurt. Nor do I try to shield Rene from reality. You seem like a nice person and that’s all I or anybody should care about. If you don’t want to tell her, I’ll never say anything.”
Turning back to Rene, Sharon said “What your father is too polite to say is that I am a porn actress.”
“Oh.” said Rene blushing. “And, Dad, you recognize Sharon from watching porn?” she sounded incredulous.
“Don’t give me that, you’ve caught me watching porn and have been too polite to say anything.”
“Then you wouldn’t have any issues with me becoming a porn star?” Rene asked impishly.
Paul looked at his daughter through the rear view mirror. “I’ve never pretended that sex did not exist. I’ve tried to be open and honest about it and let you have enough freedom to find it on your own and to be available for questions if you had any.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Paul sighed wishing that his daughter wasn’t as perceptive as she was, “I’ve never tried to stop you from doing anything you ever wanted. However, I want to point out, with no disparagement on you Sharon, that, like movie stars, the number of porn stars are minuscule compared to the number of porn actresses and the shelf life of a porn actress is even shorter than that of a regular actor. And once their career is over they have nothing to fall back on. Which is why I’m encouraging you to go to college now and become more than I am. You have a good head on your shoulders and your brains will get you further faster than your looks ever will.”
Sharon, who had been a silent during this exchange, finally responded “Rene, I have to agree with Paul. What I am going to do once my looks are gone has been on my mind a lot. I’m going to be twenty-five in two months. And, believe me, that’s old in this business. I’ve been working in porn for 2 years now and most girls only last 4 or 5, tops. I’ve managed to save some money but I have no idea what I’m gonna do once I can’t make movies.”
“It’s not just age either,” continued Sharon, “it’s a matter of exposure. Once everyone has seen you, you stop getting movie offers or you’re asked to do things I’m not sure I want to do. They’re always after the ‘fresh face’.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Rene asked in a quiet voice.
Sharon looked at Paul again.
“It’s up to you again.” said Paul. “If you don’t feel comfortable say so, we’ll drop it right now.”
“How about you ask your question then I’ll decide whether I want to answer it.” said Sharon to Rene keeping her eyes on Paul.
“Do you like it? Sex I mean. Is it fun? Some of my friends say that they do it but only because their boyfriends want them to.”
Sharon’s eyes showed pleasure and relief as she turned her gaze to Rene, as if she expected something much different. “Oh, yes. I love having sex as often as possible. I’ve had partners who were only interested in their own pleasure but for the most part sex is wonderful.”
“Did it hurt? The first time I mean, did it hurt as much as they say?”
Sharon blushed in a way Paul thought was endearing, “That was a very long time ago. But yes it did hurt the first time but not too much. The man who took my virginity was much older than me. He was very gentle and made sure it was pleasurable for me. I will always remember that night with fondness.
Sharon turned to Paul again this time with amusement as she watched him struggle to keep some emotion off of his face. She figured it was relief of knowing his daughter was still a virgin.
“Oh, what happened to him?”
“Rene!” Paul spoke up “That’s not a proper question.”
“That’s an interesting perspective,” said Sharon looking at him “talking about how much fun sex is, in front of her father no less, is a proper question, but asking what happened to my old lover isn’t? Most people wouldn’t agree.”
Paul smiled, acknowledging the truth in her statement “True. Most probably wouldn’t agree. But sex is just…” Paul made a vague gesture “sex. Icing on the cake. Fun if done between two consenting and compassionate adults. Heavenly, when between two people who truly care for each other. That is information that a young woman is entitled to. That is what I hope that Rene learns when it is time. Love, on the other hand is personal, and old loves can leave scars that people may not want to talk about.”
“Is that why you haven’t been with anyone since mom left?” Rene’s voice was very gentle.
“How do you know that I haven’t been with anyone?” Paul’s voice was steady but Sharon noticed that his face was hard.
“I know.” Rene’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Sharon was literally holding her breath feeling she was intruding in a very private moment between father and daughter. Paul pulled off in front of a gas pump. Turned off the engine and unbuckled but didn’t get out.
“I love sex,” he said gently, “but it’s not the be all and end all that some people think it is. I had a wonderful partnership with your mother. When she left and the way she left, well, I have a hard time seeing that kind of partnership twice in a lifetime and am unwilling to go through the negotiations for anything less.”
“Don’t you miss it?”
“Sex? Sometimes,” Paul glanced at Sharon and smiled “but then that’s why they made the internet!”
Sharon barked a quick laugh, punched Paul on the arm and the moment was past. He reached down pull the lever to pop the gas cover, then got out of the car and started walking towards the kiosk. Sharon stuck her head out her window and shoved a credit card at him. “Paul!” He turned around and walked back. “My zip is 94563.”
“563, got it. Thank you.” Paul said as he took the piece of plastic.
As Paul walked around the back of the car, Sharon turned to Rene. “If it’s not too painful, can you tell me what happened to you mother?”
Rene glanced at her father through the back window. “She left, when I was 9 and moved to Virginia. She married this guy named Brian. I don’t know why they separated, they never argued or fought. I mean not ever, not before they divorced, not during, not now. Neither mom or dad ever talks about it.”
“Do you see her?”
“I’ve spent the last 3 Christmas’ with her. She’s flow out here a couple of times to visit.”
Paul opened up the door and climbed behind the wheel. “Thanks.” He said returning Sharon’s credit card.
“Least I could do.” repeated Sharon.
Sharon turned to Rene and started to ask about school and friends and boys and fashions. The rest of the trip was taken up by conversation that seem near and dear to a woman’s heart no matter what her age while Paul listened and smiled. Because of traffic going through the tunnel it was almost five by the time they pulled up to the two story Sharon indicated was hers.
“Won’t you come in?” asked Sharon.
“We really should be getting home” Paul tried to demure.
“Dad,” said Rene from the back seat “I’ve got to go pee.”
“O.K. but then we should be going. We should think about stopping and getting something to eat, too.”
“How about I order us Chinese?” offered Sharon as she unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
Paul and Rene followed her into a spacious foyer that opens up into a large well appointed living room.
“We really…” started Paul.
Rene held on to her father’s hand looked up at him with pleading eyes “Please, Daddy.”
Sharon back tracked and wrapped both of her hands around Paul’s other arm. Paul was starting to think Sharon liked to touch him. “Please, Daddy.” She said in the exact same tone of voice that his daughter used.
Paul glance from side to side first into his daughters blue eyes and then into Sharon’s equally beautiful and equally blue eyes. “How can I resist” he said gently without taking his eyes off Sharon’s. “Yes, thank you. We would be honored to stay.”
“Oh goody, I just love winning!” Crowed Rene. “Now where did you say that bathroom was?”
“Through that doorway, there” Sharon responding, pointing towards the back of the house “through the family room on the right before you reach the kitchen.”
As Rene scurried off Paul looked around. Although Paul saw hardwood floors everywhere else, the foyer was nothing more than a 5 by 10 tile floor open on two sides. Directly opposite the door was a set of steps leading up to the second floor and the hallway Rene had taken where was the afore mentioned family room with sliding glass doors to a covered concrete patio with some wrought iron patio furniture. To the right past the stairs was the entrance to a dining room with a wood table and chairs. To the left a wide opening and three steps led down to the living room with a couch, a couple of comfortable looking chairs, a rug with a coffee table and a fire place. The décor was tasteful without being formal, it looked comfortable and lived in. His eyes fell on Sharon who was watching him as he took the house in.
“Nice.” Said Paul not indicating exactly what he liked so much.
“Have a seat. How about a beer, Paul?” asked Sharon walking through another doorway toward the rear of the living room that clearly led to the family room.
“If you having one.” Paul called after her settling into one of the chairs.
“Or wine, whichever you prefer.”
“Beer, please.”
“Fat tire?”
“Great!”
When Sharon returned she had a bottle of beer which she handed to Paul and a cell phone “…a double order of spring rolls and rice for three….yes, that will be fine thanks….O.K., thanks.” She closed the phone and put it down on the coffee table. “This place is good and no MSG. I hope you guys don’t mind but I didn’t order anything with meat. I’m mostly vegetarian.”
“Mostly vegetarian?” Paul asked as she sipped from a snifter half full of dark red wine.
Sharon smiled that shy smile that Paul found so endearing considering some of the scenes he had seen her in. “Well, I’m a vegetarian except when it’s inconvenient. Like when you’re invited to dinner and they are serving roast or something.”
“Ah, a practical rather than practicing vegetarian.”
“There is a pool and a Jacuzzi!” Rene interrupted coming back from the other room. “Do you think we could go for a swim? It’s sticky hot here.” She pulled her T shirt off her stomach for emphasis.
“You’re welcome to take a dip. It’s been like this for the past two weeks.” Agreed Sharon, “That’s one of the reasons I was in Berkeley today. It’s so much cooler on that side of the tunnel.”
“Can we go swimming?”
“We didn’t bring any suits.” said Paul.
“Maybe Sharon can lend us some.” The both looked at Sharon.
Sharon looked embarrassed “I can’t find mine, I keep meaning to buy a new one but I don’t need one when I swim at home. But I don’t see why you just can’t go in your underwear if you want to.”
“Ha!” said Rene with a big grin on her face “Dad never wears any! Besides if you don’t need one why do we?”
Sharon watched Paul trying hard not to look embarrassed in turn. “Maybe your Dad doesn’t want be naked around us.”
Rene laughed again. “You don’t know my Dad. I think he’s an exhibitionist as often as he walks around the house naked. I always have to call ahead if I’m gonna bring anyone home. Besides, whenever we go backpacking we take sponge baths in front of God and squirrels alike!” Rene was already headed back towards the sliding glass door lifting her shirt over her head.
“Paul?” asked Sharon looking at him.
He smiled indulgently. “I don’t see any harm in it. If you don’t mind?”
“Go ahead. I’ll get some towels.”
Rene and Paul were already in the water when Sharon came through the sliding doors wearing a white calf length cotton robe and carrying a stack of towels. She put the towels on one of the loungers and her refilled wine down on the glass table next to Paul’s empty beer bottle.
Paul turned his head and stood mute as watched Sharon shed her robe. Although he had seen her on the computer screen, it didn’t compare to the impact of seeing her naked body in person. Sharon stood patiently as Paul stood half in the water and drank in her beauty. She couldn’t help but notice his defined chest muscles, four pack abs and two starburst type scars high on his left pec. Finally she smiled her shy smile at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said embarrassed again.
“I don’t mind” she said softly “Nobody’s looked at me like that in a long time.”
“I don’t believe that. How could anybody see you and not see how beautiful you are.”
Sharon just smiled again.
“Well, it’s a shame.” responded Paul without elaboration.
They played in the pool for a good twenty minutes or more. Sharon and Rene were sitting on the steps talking while Paul did laps when the door bell rang. “That must be the food. We’ll eat out here. I’ll be right back.” Sharon said walking over to don her robe.
When Sharon walk back out with two big plastic bags both Paul and Rene were out of the pool with towels wrapped around their hips, Paul was standing near the table while Rene was sitting in one of the swivel chairs. “I’ll get plates and napkins. Another beer?”
“Can I help?” asked Rene popping up out the chair, leaving the towel behind.
“Sure.” said Sharon ignoring Rene’s lack of cover.
When the women came back Sharon was trying to hide a big grin while Rene was almost double over giggling. When Rene saw Paul she dissolved into another giggle fit. “What?” asked Paul.
“Nothing.” said Sharon her grin growing even wider if that was possible. Rene just looked at him and shook her head. Sharon put a bottle of beer in front of Paul and a half bottle of wine at the other end of the table.
Rene bounced around the table setting a plate on three sides of the table while Sharon followed her setting out napkins and chopsticks beside each plate. Sharon couldn’t help but mark on the way Paul watched her. “Rene said that the two of you are good with chopsticks.”
“Yep, chopsticks are the only way to eat Chinese. Rene, are you going to put any clothes on?”
“Why should I? It’s still sticky hot and I’ll probably go swimming again after dinner.”
“At least wrapped up in a towel before you slap yourself in the eye.”
Rene looked down at her jiggling bosom with a grin. “Daddy, are you embarrassed by my tits? You’ve always told me that there is no sin in skin.”
“Maybe not by your skin per say. But by my reaction to all that bouncing. Even Sharon has a wrapper on.”
“Well, if my ‘wrapper’ is causing all this contention, there is a simple answer to that.” Sharon said as she shed the robe and carelessly tossed it back on the lounge chair before settling herself into a chair.
“O.K., Dad, you turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“Your turn to join the Naked Diners Club. What, are you embarrassed to show what you got. It’s not like we haven’t seen it before.”
“Not embarrassed, intimidated.”
“Intimidated?”
“Yea, you know what Sharon does for a living. I’ve seen the shlongs those guys have. Makes me look like a little boy.” Rene snorted.
“Size isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Said Sharon putting some rice on her plate.
“No? Then what is?” asked Rene.
Sharon looked over at Paul. “More things a girl needs to know?” Paul just shrugged and took a mouthful of food.
“Size can be an added bonus unless it’s too big and they hit your cervix. But technique, patience and caring can make up for any short comings”
This time Paul snorted. “Short comings” he repeated.
“What’s too big?”
“Too big is too big.” Sharon said with a shrug, “It’s different for different women. I knew this one girl who was smaller than me who could take a 12″ dick in one go. For me anything over 7″ I have them go easy or it hurts.”
“All those dicks. Aren’t you afraid of catching something?” Paul seemed surprised at Rene’s use of the word ‘dick’.
“Actually, the rate of STDs in erotic actors is less than in the rest of the U.S. Something like a fifth of that outside the industry. In the 80’s a bunch of people died from aids and everybody got understandably freaked out. Now there is something called AIM, The Adult Industry Medical Health Care Foundation which helped set up a standard where actors are tested every month. If you test positive for anything, you can’t work until you’re cleared. AIM posts test results on their website. I only work with one company based in San Francisco. They are good people; they don’t let anyone work unless they’re clean.”
“Whoo!” said Paul “I think you hit a button, Rene.” Then, turning back to Sharon. “How is it that you’ve got all that at your finger tips?”
“Every year they hold the AVN Awards, the Adult Video Awards, in Las Vegas, kinda like the Emmys for porn. AIM had a booth there. First year I went I got interested, last year I volunteered to pass out pamphlets. This doesn’t concern just erotic actors though. STDs are everybody’s concern. And they are totally controllable. Everybody has to be responsible. Everybody who is sexually active has a responsibility to have themselves checked and if they contract something admit it and don’t spread it to others.”
During the course of this conversation all the boxes of take out were opened and mostly consumed. Paul had almost finished his beer and Sharon was down to her last sips of wine. Almost as if it had been choreographed everybody stood up, the ladies still uncovered, and started to clean up the table.
“Here I’ll take that.” Said Paul as Sharon started to pick up the stack of dirty dishes and utensils.
“Thanks. If you would take them into the kitchen. I’ll be there in a moment to load the dishwasher.”
Sharon stepped back as Paul stepped in to pick up the platters. As he headed towards the sliding door, Sharon’s hand dipped to the towel still wrapped around his waist. With a quick tug she divested him of his cover. He looked down then back over his shoulder with a surprised look on his face.
Sharon frankly looked him up and down. “You’ve got nothing to be intimidated about. You’ve got a great body and a nice cock. And I appreciate that you trim.” She said mischievously. Paul just rolled his eyes, shook his head and continued walking.
By the time Sharon walked into the kitchen, Rene was rinsing each plate then handing it to Paul who stacked it in the dishwasher. After cleaning up they all retired to the back patio again. Paul had begged off another beer saying that he had to drive while Sharon had the last glass of wine out of the bottle. Apparently Paul had given up any sense of inhibitions and had joined the Naked Diners Club as he never put his towel back on.
After 15 or 20 minutes of basking in that after dinner sloth, Paul stood up and walked over to where he had folded his cloths earlier in the day. “We should be going. Rene get dressed, hun.”
“Do we have to!” Rene whined. “You don’t have school tomorrow.”
“No, but I’ve got some homework and we’ve intruded long enough.”
“Paul, do you really have to go?” asked Sharon “While you were in the kitchen I turned on the hot tub, I was hoping you would join me.”
“Dad, you can’t pass up a Jacuzzi.” Teased Rene.
Paul was already shaking out his jeans preparing to put them on. Suddenly he was attacked on both sides, only this time rather than latching on to his arms he felt two very naked ladies wrap their arms around his chest and press four very impressive breasts into his ribs two on each side. “Please, Daddy?” said Sharon from his left using the same tone of voice she had earlier.
“Please, Daddy?” repeated Rene from his right giving an extra shake of her ample front for emphasis. Paul’s reaction was immediate and rather flattering if the women chose to take it that way.
“Well!” said Sharon “Some part of you thinks you should stay.”
“Daddy, can we please stay? It’s not that late. It’s not even dark and I’ll drive if you want.”
“God, I’m such a soft touch.” Said Paul closing his eyes and shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t say a soft touch” said Sharon wrapping her hands around his 7″ manhood and stroking him gently.
Paul’s eyes flew open. “Please Sharon, I’m having a hard time as it is.”
“I noticed!” said Sharon with a smile in her voice.
Rene stood on her tip toes and gave Paul a kiss on the cheek. “I love you Daddy.” She said.
Paul did not respond in words but wrapped his arm around his daughter and squeezed her tight against his side.
“Paul,” said Sharon “I think it’s time to give Rene one of those lessons again.”
“What?” said Paul shifting his attention from Rene to Sharon.
Without answering Sharon guided Paul towards the lounge that she had earlier put her robe.
“Don’t worry, Daddy” said Rene helping to push Paul forward “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Sharon…” Paul started.
“Shsh.” said Sharon turning him around and silencing him by putting her lips on his. “Let me do this for you.” The two women eased him down so he was laying back with his legs spread, knees bent and feet resting flat on the ground. Sharon squatted between his legs while Rene laid at his side and put her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. She wrapped her arm around his head forcing him to turn his face towards her and gave him another soft kiss, this time on the lips.
“Rene, I don’…”
“Please, Daddy.” She said again, looking into his eyes. Not at all teasing.
Any response Paul was going to make was lost in a groan of pleasure as Sharon wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Slowly Sharon pumped him as she licked and suckled on the end of his penis and maneuvered herself into a better position. Rene was almost mesmerized by the sight of Sharon as she slowly worked her mouth down Paul’s hardness. Soon Paul could clearly smell the unmistakable smell of a woman in heat and he did not think it was coming from Sharon.
“Can I touch?” Paul heard as he felt Rene sit up.
Paul’s eyes popped open and watched as Sharon reached out and took Rene’s hand in hers. She guided Rene’s fingers around her father’s hardness. “See this vein on the bottom here? That’s it, squeeze a little tighter. Men like it.” Then as Paul got even harder and started to feel his balls tighten “Slowly. All the way to the top. Use the precum to lubricate. Hmm, that’s it. Do you like it?”
“Oh yea, I’m dripping.” Said Rene “See?” Then “Oh” in a tone that Paul had never heard.
Paul, who had closed his eyes again, lifted his head to see what the girls were doing. Rene was squatting beside Paul’s knees. One hand was firmly wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly, but her other was on Sharon’s breast still kneeling between his legs. Sharon was holding Rene’s head with one hand helping with a sensual kiss while her other hand was tweaking Rene’s right nipple. “Oh God” groaned Paul getting even harder if that was possible. Reminded of Paul’s presence, Sharon abandoned Rene to put her hands on Paul’s thighs. Without disturbing Rene’s slow movement. She again brought her mouth between Paul’s legs. She slathered her tongue around Paul’s scrotum. “A little faster now.” As Rene increased her speed Sharon took one of testicles between her lips. Unexpectedly Paul felt another set of lips on his head. “Rene! I’m going to…” Paul couldn’t even get the last word out before he the world went white and the tension of ten thousand days of being single burst out of him.
Paul came aware again to Rene both coughing and laughing at the same time. He opened his eyes to see Rene covered from forehead to chin in his cum. “Well, that was unexpected.” She said.
“Not really.” Laughed Sharon. “Although the volume is impressive. Next time either swallow or jump off. You’ll learn.”
“Could you hand me a towel?” Rene asked trying to clear her eyes.
“I can do better than that.” Said Sharon grabbing her hand and standing up. “There’s an outdoor shower near the hot tub.” She led them to the corner of the porch where a shower head and controls stood out from the wall. She pulled the handle to allow the water to flow. After giving it a minute to warm up she gently guided Rene into the stream. “You should shower too. Before we get in.” She said looking at Paul.
Without walls it was easy for the three of them to squeeze around the shower. Although only two of them could actually be under the stream at one time. The three took a few minutes to wash each other just as an excuse to touch. Paul was careful to only put his hands on Rene’s back and arms although she had no such restrictions and shamelessly groped both his dick and ass. Paul was starting to have a reaction but before it could go much further Sharon shut off the water and walked the few steps to the steaming and bubbling Jacuzzi.
Darkness had fallen while they were playing but the lights that Sharon turned on illuminated things well enough that there was no issues climbing into the tub. “Oh this is nice!” Said Rene as she settled into one of the spots of the four person tub. “Thank you, Sharon. And I mean for everything.” Leaving it clear that she was referring to the antics earlier.
“You’re quit welcome.” Although she was responding to Rene, she watched Paul for his reaction of the reference to the sex play with his daughter.
It was Paul’s turn to smile shyly. “Yes. Thank you, Sharon. It’s not what I expected nor would I have chosen. But I think I can speak for both of us when I say we’ve had a wonderful time here and I don’t believe any harm has been done.”
Sharon’s relief that he wasn’t mad or regretful was obvious as she relaxed her shoulders and neck. “Then you would be willing to come visit again? I don’t have many friends and you two have become important to me.”
“Spend time with my new favorite person and get to go swimming and sit in a hot tub?” Said Rene with a huge smile. “Yes, please.”
Paul smiled at Rene’s enthusiasm. “I would enjoy spending more time with you. But are you sure? It’s not usual for a 25 year old to hang out with an old man and Rene is barely 18.”
“You’re not old!” said Sharon and Rene at the same time. Who looked at each other before bursting into giggles. “And barely 18 makes Rene barely seven years younger. Barely.” Sharon continued with a teasing grin as she reached out and tweaked the younger woman’s nipple. “And I think Rene is a very mature young woman.”
“Hah!” Said Rene as she rub her tit. “Barely. I get it.”
Paul wanted to roll his eyes at their shenanigans but resisted the impulse. “In that case, I’m sure we will visit again. It’s nice to get out of the city. And to swim in a private pool.”
“Next weekend?”
“We can’t.” Replied Rene. “I have work.”
“That’s right. I forgot. I don’t want to have to wait two whole weeks to see you, but if that is the way it is… You can’t do it during the week, can you?
“I hear that you can do it at any time.” Rene smirked. “Actually, we do have weekdays.” She continued. “Some anyway. I don’t start school until August and dad only goes to school three days a week.” Then with more enthusiasm “Why don’t you come with us next weekend. That way Dad has someone to hang out with while I work.”
“I haven’t done anything like that in years. Yes. I like to, that is if Paul doesn’t mind…” Sharon turned to Paul. “You’re a student? You said something about homework earlier.”
“Yes. I’m studying mathematics at Cal State. And no. I don’t mind. It would be nice to share that with you.”
“No job? You get to be a full time student?”
“See?” Said Paul to Rene. “Someone gets it!” Then to Sharon “No full time work. I’m a carpenter. Every once in a while my old boss calls me when he gets behind and I put in a few days. But that’s mostly for extras. I came into some money a few years ago and decided that it was enough to let me go back to school.”
The tone of voice when he said “came into some money” was odd enough to make Sharon curious but not enough for her to forget her manners. Instead she looked at Rene who had a sad look on her face as she focused on her father’s left shoulder where the two starburst scars sat. There was obviously a story there but not one she was going to dig into if the father and daughter weren’t going to offer.
“Mathematics!” She said instead. “That’s hard. You must be really smart!”
“Not so much.” He replied modestly. “Undergraduate work is about studying what other people have figured out then spewing it out at test time. Almost anyone who’s dedicated and willing to buckle down and do the work can get through it.”
“Don’t let Dad fool you. After 3 years he has a 3.8 average.”
“Three point eight? Is that good?”
“Four point zero is a perfect ‘A’. And he only has that 3.8 because of one class where he missed the final. And he still got a ‘B’ in the class.”
Sharon turned to Paul curiously. “My car broke down on my way to class.” He explained. “My teacher was understanding but couldn’t help me ’cause of the written policy. It was one of my general ed classed so it’s not that much of a deal.”
“So what are you studying right now?”
“Linear algebra and Discrete Mathematics.”
“I don’t know what Discrete Mathematics is. It sounds like something you don’t talk about.” Paul snorted. “But I remember Algebra. It’s all those inequality thingies.”
“Linear Algebra is not quit the same. But I do know about inequalities.” His tone deepened. “Like the inequity that’s between us.”
“What?” Sharon couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. But watched as he moved from his spot to approach her. “You did something for me. Now I want to do something for you.”
“Paul, I didn’t do that ’cause I expected anything. You don’t have to…” she trailed off as he kissed her gently. His hands spanned her waist and easily lifted to set her on the rim. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”
“No Paul, I would never deny you.” Sharon said with a smile.
While Paul wondered at the blanket statement, all he said was “Good.” As he gently spread her knees and dipped his head to her center.
“Oh! Oh Paul. OH, you’re good. OH! OH GOD.” Paul showed his dedication and discipline in the oral arts for ten minutes or so using every move he knew before Sharon squirted her appreciation all over his face. Paul didn’t move immediately but continued his ministrations slowly and gently. Letting come her down from her ‘little death’ at her own pace or even willing to go again if she was up for it. A few seconds later she pushed him away, “Enough.” She said. “Too sensitive.”
“That was hot!” Both participants turned to see Rene sitting on the rim masturbating.
“Poor Rene!” Commiserated Sharon. “You’re the only one who hasn’t gotten a chance to cum today.” Sharon turned to Paul “Maybe we should do something about that.”
“Wha?! No, I can’t! I mean she’s…”
“No. You couldn’t right now. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” And moved to where Rene was frigging herself. Instead of diving right in like Paul did, she started with a deep, sensual kiss. She took her time, moving slowly. Rene moaned when Sharon kissed her neck and again when the kisses move down to her nipples. Sharon laved Rene’s left nipple for several minutes before moving to the other. Rene moaned but didn’t know what to do. Her hands moved several times as if she want to hug Sharon even closer if that was possible. Eventually, Sharon moved on, across her flat stomach to her pussy. Rene spread her legs to accommodate her Sapphic lover then jumped as she experienced sex with another person for the first time.
Although Paul knew he shouldn’t watch, he couldn’t turn his eyes away as his baby girl was taken to her first non-self-induced orgasm. He smiled slightly as he was assuming that she had masturbated herself to orgasm at least once. But he felt it was a safe bet in light of her earlier actions. The electric lights played across Rene’s face as Paul watch her body tense up. Sharon’s left hand slid up to pull on a nipple while her right ducked under. And even though Sharon’s back blocked his sight, the wet sloppy sounds left no doubt in Paul’s mind where it was lodged. “I’m probably going to hell, but she’s so beautiful.” thought Paul as he watched his daughter and her friend make love. His manhood stiffened to full mast and he was slowly stroking it when Rene came with a moan loud enough the he was worried about the neighbors.
Paul remained respectively quiet letting is turgid cock relax while the two lovers nuzzled and whispered. When Rene looked over, he saw hesitation and maybe a little fear in her gaze. His loving face and smiling eyes, however, told her that nothing had changed. He still loved her.
She smiled. “If that’s what being a lesbian is all about, sign me up!”
“Hah!” Said Paul with a laugh. “You can be a lesbian, if you want. Though I still want grandbabies.”
“Time to get dressed. We need to get home.” He added more seriously.
“Do you really have to?” Sharon pouted.
“Yes.” He responded moving closer. “We really have to. That doesn’t mean I want to.”
“I know it sound ridiculous. I just met you. But I’m going to miss you.” She wrapped one arm around him, the other still holding onto his daughter. “And you too, Rene.” She added.
“And we will miss you.” Responded Rene with a kiss. “But we will see each other next weekend. And we all have cell phones. We won’t have time to miss each other too much.”
Paul leaned down and kissed Sharon on the lips then with a slight hesitation repeated the action on his daughter.