My Exhibitionist Nudist Daughter by KinkVariety
Note: This story is mainly about exhibitionism, public nudity, and nudism, but involves a father and daughter. It gets into light incest and I will likely pursue the incest angle if I continue this story further. All characters are of legal age.
I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the table next to my bed. I look at the clock and it says 2:30am. I’m kind of confused as I have never received a call at this hour. The number is not one of my contacts. Without thinking further I answer.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Jack Spencer?”
“Who is this?”
“This is Officer Mike Jarvis of the Riverland Police Department.”
For a moment I panic wondering what is happening.
“Are you the father of Samantha Spencer?”
Now I am in full blown panic mode. “Yes, is she ok? What happened?”
“She is ok. We have her in custody and she gave us this number to call.”
“Custody? For what?”
“She was arrested for public indecency, sir.”
“Public indecency? What the hell are you talking about? Can I talk to her?”
“No, but you can come and pick her up. We can provide more information then.”
I ask for the location and get all the details. I very quickly get dressed, grab my stuff, and head out. I arrive at the police station and go to the main desk.
“I’m here for my daughter Samantha Spencer.”
“Wait right here sir.”
The officer goes back behind the door behind the desk. She comes back a minute later. “Come on back sir.”
I follow her and in the back room is Samantha, sitting on a bench wearing a very large hoodie that doesn’t look like one of hers. She looks up at me, red-faced and teary, and then looks down toward the floor. She doesn’t have any shoes on and looks like no pants or shorts either.
“Sam, are you ok?”
Without looking at me a very faint yes comes out of her mouth.
“Sir please come over here and fill out this paperwork.”
“So what happened exactly,” I ask the officer.
“I don’t know how to put this delicately, but your daughter was found in Stone Park. Naked.”
“Naked in the park?”
“Yes. She was also, how do I say this, pleasuring herself.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“We received a call about a naked person in the and went out there. When the officers arrived she must not have heard them walk up. They said she was pleasuring herself as they walked up to her.”
“And they’re sure?”
“From what I was told, there was no mistaking it.”
I am thinking this all must be a joke, or at least a misunderstanding. After looking back at Sam I am thinking maybe not. After I’m done they tell me we are free to go and let me know there will be a court date and some other stuff. I half hear everything they are telling me while looking at Sam and wondering what the hell happened. I walk over to my daughter.
“Let’s go Sam.”
As we are walking out they give her a plastic Ziploc bag. “Here are your…..belongings,” they tell her.
I look at it and it appears to be a butt plug, a rather large one at that. She doesn’t even look at me and puts it into the hoodie pouch. There was nothing else in the bag or handed to her. I wonder where her keys, phone, etc are at. I don’t know what to say so don’t say anything at all.
We walk out and get into the car. I don’t start it and look over at her.
“Sam, what is going on?”
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Well, I would. I was just called to the police station in the middle of the night to pick up my daughter and was told she was masturbating in a park while naked.”
I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.
“You are going to think I am crazy and weird and probably want to disown me.”
“What are you talking about? Nothing you could do would ever make me want that.”
“You already know what happened. You just said it.”
“Why were you doing this?”
“I don’t know,” she says.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Ok. It seems like we are going to talk about this” she says. After a long pause “Do you promise you won’t think less of me?”
“Never, Sam.”
“Ok, here it is. Sometimes late at night I will wander around the house naked when you are sleeping. Sometimes I will go into the backyard. Sometimes I walk around the house. Once in a while I will walk further into the neighborhood.”
“You walk around the house and outside naked,” I ask, making sure I heard this correctly.
“Yes” she says, not looking at me.
“Why?”
“Being completely honest, it makes me happy and feels good. Sorry if you think that is weird.”
“It’s a little weird, but I just want to understand. How often do you do this? Do you bring clothes with you when outside?”
Looking at her in this hoodie that was pretty obviously not hers I was guessing the answer was no, but hoping I was wrong.
“Ok. I’m going to say a bunch of stuff. Please let me finish and please don’t freak out. We’re both adults and I am going to be completely honest with you as there’s no holding back now.”
I nod. “Well, let’s hear it.”
“I think I am an exhibitionist, Dad. Well, maybe not a full one, as I like the possibility of being caught or seen, but wasn’t sure I wanted to be. I also think I am kind of a nudist. Whenever you are not home I am almost always naked. As soon as I see or hear your car, or know when you’ll be home, I throw on a dress or sweats or something. I always keep something nearby when in the house. To answer your question, no, I don’t bring clothes with me when I go outside at night. I didn’t bring any with me tonight. The added thrill of not having any clothes to put on if caught excites me. I don’t wear anything at all. No socks, shoes, jewelry, nothing. I like to be 100% completely naked.”
I am in complete shock. My 19 year old daughter is telling me she walks around naked in our house and outside and doesn’t bring any clothes with her. A fleeting thought of arousal comes into my mind, but I try to force it out.
“Tonight I decided to push my limits. I decided to walk to the park and see how far I could get. While being careful not to be seen I got to the park and it was pitch black. I went in and sat on the slide, taking in the fact that I was in this park, completely naked. It was so peaceful and quiet, and it really turned me on knowing that I was naked with no access to clothes in such a public place. Well, one thing led to another and you know the rest. The police found me, arrested me, and now we’re here.”
“Wasn’t,” I said.
“What,” she asked.
“You said you weren’t sure you wanted to be seen. Are you sure now?”
“Well, when I was caught, it was pure panic, but also at the same time I enjoyed that someone saw me. And…” she trailed off.
“And what?”
“And I orgasmed harder than I have in my entire life while the police officers watched me. There, I said it.”
I was taken aback. My daughter was saying things I would never think I’d hear out of her mouth. I just stared at her, open-mouthed.
“Well, you asked, and I gave you the truth.”
“So you aren’t wearing anything under that hoodie?”
“No. They gave it me when they arrested me.”
Before I asked this next question I wondered if I should, or just stop here. I went ahead anyways. “What about what they handed you on the way out of the station?”