She turns around. “Morning Daddy. I thought you might like a nice breakfast after yesterday. I threw a lot at you and want you to know how appreciative I am that you are accepting of me and my quirks.”
“Baby, I wouldn’t ever not be. I will support you in anything.”
She walks up and gives me a big hug, lingering a little longer than normal.
She finishes cooking and we sit down to eat.
“What are you going to do on this beautiful Saturday,” I ask.
“Not much. I’m going to head over to Molly’s and hang out. We may do some shopping and figure something else out.”
After breakfast we clean up and she heads upstairs. After a while she comes down wearing yoga pants and a hoodie.
“Alright, Dad. I’m off to Molly’s. I’ll check in later.”
“So, are you…..?
“Yes and yes. But remember, I’ll be careful.”
“Ok. I just worry.”
“That’s sweet, but remember, I’ve been doing this for a while. I’m good.”
“Ok, will you be back for dinner?”
“I’ll probably eat at Molly’s or go out somewhere. I won’t be back too late.”
“Ok, sounds good. Be safe. Love you.”
“Love you too,” as she heads out the door. My butt-plugged commando daughter.
After an uneventful day I am winding down watching TV. It’s late and Sam arrives home. As soon as she steps inside she takes off her hoodie. No shirt or bra underneath. She then takes off her yoga pants. No underwear. She comes and sits next to me on the couch. We talk about her day and I let her know that I pretty much did nothing except some chores and stuff, watched some TV.
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“I was thinking….”
Ok, what now, I think to myself.
“You already know I go outside at night sometimes. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go with me? Maybe tonight?”
“I don’t know about that Sam. It’s one thing knowing you do it, but it’s another to be with you. What if we’re seen? How would I explain that? Besides, there is no way I am getting naked and going outside.”
“I’m not asking you to be naked. Just to come with. I actually prefer you to be clothed if we do. I kind of like it. It will really emphasize my nudity to be with a clothed person.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
I think about it for a while. The thought immediately arouses me, walking around outside with my naked daughter. But can I really do this? Is this crossing a line? Taking it out of our house and into the world.
“Ok.”
“Yes? You’ll join me?”
“Yes, I will join you.”
She is so happy and gives me a big tight hug.
“It’s 11:30, probably a little too early.”
“Yeah. I usually do it around 1am or so. I never see anyone around that time.”
“How about we watch a movie?”
“Sure,” Sam says. “How about The Great Outdoors?”
She looks at me and we both laugh.
“The Great Outdoors it is.”
I find it and we start watching. Sam, sitting next to me, lays her head on my shoulder. After a while I realize she is not needing or asking for a blanket. She must not be cold. The movie finishes and it’s a little after 1am.
“Well…” I say.
“Well, I’m ready if you are,” says Sam, smiling.
“So what do we do?”
“Well, I typically go into the backyard and just hang for a little bit. Making sure I can’t hear anything going on. Then I walk along the side of the house toward the front and stay there for a bit, monitoring the situation.”
Like a solider scouting the enemy I think to myself.
“After a while I will slowly walk out and make sure there’s no one around. I have never seen anyone this late, but check just in case. If I don’t see anyone I will walk along the sidewalk. Sometimes I don’t go far, sometimes I keep going farther.”
I walk behind my naked daughter and notice a red jeweled butt plug this time.
“Don’t your feet hurt?”
“No, I’m used to it. And plus the feeling of the pavement on my bare feet really makes me realize how naked I am. It adds to the excitement. If it were legal I would live like this the rest of my life.”
That last sentence really hits me. My daughter would want to be naked for the rest of her life?
After a while I ask “time to go back inside?”
She turns back toward me, smiles, and says “not even close. We are going to the park.”
“The one where you were arrested? No way.”
“Dad, we’ll be very careful. Plus, I’ll have you to look out for me so I won’t be surprised again.”
I decide to go with the flow. “Ok. But if we see even one car we are out of there.”
“Deal,” she says.
Luckily we live in a small town where it’s completely dead late at night. We get to the park after a short uneventful walk, although I realize how crazy this is as Sam is walking along the sidewalk, not some back unseen path or something. I wonder if anyone has ever seen her from their windows, but no lights are on in any house we pass. As we arrive she runs in and starts on the swing. Seeing my naked daughter swinging is a sight to behold. After a few minutes of that she gets out and starts running around, like a dog playing. I guess she is just happy be naked outside. After a little of that she sits down on the slide. THE slide.
She just looks around.
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t really know of any other way to ask this, but…would you mind if I, you know?”
“Are you asking me if you can masturbate right now?”
“Yes. I am very turned on. We already talked about us being adults and knowing we both masturbate. I just want to do it here again.”
“I don’t know, Sam. You were arrested last time.”
“Nothing will happen this time,” she says. “I trust my lookout.”
“Ok, fine. Go ahead. I will go sit over there and turn around. Try not to be loud.”
“You don’t have to.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to turn around and go over there. You can stay here if you want.”
“You want me to watch you masturbate?”
“Yes, Dad. Will you please watch me masturbate? I think it will be very hot.”
I am again completely shocked. It’s one thing to see my daughter naked, and be outside with her naked. But watch her pleasure herself? The though excites me and worries me tremendously. If we are caught I will be so fucked. How would I explain this? After all the thinking, my horniness takes over.
“Ok, I will watch you. Hurry up.”
“Dad, I want to enjoy this. I’m not going to rush it.”
She licks her fingers then lightly rubs her clit for a bit. She inserts a finger, then two. It looks like she is in total ecstasy, alternating between rubbing her clit and fingering herself, holding her balance with her other hand. She lifts her legs up and spreads them as wide as she can. She is completely spread eagle, right in front of me, sitting on the edge of the slide, rubbing and fingering herself while looking me straight in the eyes. After a while she then looks down toward my pants. I know she can see my hard dick through my jeans. She looks back up at me, then back down again. Does she want me to take my dick out? Without thinking more I move my hand toward my zipper and she lets out a little moan, still rubbing herself.
“Yes, please,” she says.
I take my dick out. It’s hard as a rock. I start stroking myself, watching my daughter masturbate. She climaxes and lets out a loud moan, her body trembling. I look around and hope no one heard. That’s enough for me and I start to go faster and moan. I close my eyes and let out what feels like the most cum I have ever let out. I open my eyes and, to my astonishment, Sam is kneeling right in front of me. I didn’t hear her get up off the slide or come near me. She has my cum all over her face and hair, and has the biggest smile on her face, looking me right in the eyes.