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Chpt 9: strip tennis turns to sex.

"We should go to the beach!"

My wife complained she didn't have a suit but Lissette said it was OK, they could go shopping. Lorraine seemed to like that idea, and off the two of them went, giving me the chance to relax.

The stress, or the bamboo couch, must've gotten to me, I'm not sure which, but when I laid down for a quick second on the bed I fell immediately asleep. The morning slipped away, and next thing I knew my watch was buzzing my arm.

"Yes," I said groggily, tapping the audio answer only button since I was sure I looked like hell, "what?"

"We are at the beach, Daddy," my daughter said, "you should definitely get down here. Buy a suit in the lobby shop and meet us down here, ok?"

"Ok," I said, and dropped the connection.

I was on my way to the spot on the beach they had described when I stopped cold. There, a few meters ahead of me, was my daughter talking to some boys her age - topless! My jaw dropped so far I found out what the sand in Jamaica tastes like. I had never seen Lissette's bare tits before, having made a point of respecting her modesty. But there they were, high riding, firm, and perfect. They were topped off with little pink nips that reminded me of the color of bubble gum. Somehow seeing her topless made me check the rest of her out too, and man, she was gorgeous. What a body!

Luckily for me I got my tongue back in my mouth before anyone noticed me, and walked up smiling as though nothing was wrong. When the guys noticed me coming they all changed their posture a little, something I remember doing around Lorraine's father years before. That tipped Lissette off, and she turned her head and saw me. She broke into a grin, and then into a run, and for a half second I got to see how those bare tits look when they bounce. Then, she was in my arms.

"Daddy!" she squealed, "isn't it just beautiful out here? I love it!"

"It's great," I told her, trying not to let her see that I was panicking because I felt my cock responding slightly to her presence in my arms. Jesus Christ, I thought. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't sleep, JUST sleep, with my own wife because she has a body like this all of a sudden, and yet here I am nearly creaming my jeans because I saw my daughter practically naked. I tried to shake it off, and gestured at the young men ogling my daughter's tits. "Who are these guys?"

"Just some guys," she shrugged, pausing to tell them she had to go before she pulled me off in the other direction.

"Now, Dad," she said, suddenly turning serious, "Mom's at the bar waiting for us. You should see her, she looks fabulous, in fact I'm so jealous of her new body." I found that hard to believe. "Wait," she said then, as if reading my thoughts, "you'll see!"

I had already seen WAY more than I expected, and I told my daughter so, admonishing her for being so shameless in front of me.

"Oh," she said with another shrug, "when in Rome, do as the Roman's do. When in Jamaica, do as the other tourists do, right? Besides, this is really cool, I've never felt so free... plus there's all these guys around, and they DO look, but it's normal so they don't stare. It's really fun!"

"If you say so. But I am your Father, you know. I'm not really supposed to see you that way." That sounded wrong, too harsh. I didn't want her to feel ashamed of her body or that I was, I just didn't want her to guess how hot she'd made me. So I softened it a little with some humor. "Besides, I'm old. The least you could have done was warn me - I could have had a heart attack!"

"Oh, Daddy," she said theatrically, playfully bumping me with her hip. But I noticed she smiled, and then I noticed the way her tits jiggled when she bumped into me. It was hypnotic.

Suddenly she took a few quick steps ahead of me and turned to face me, putting her small hand on my chest to stop me.

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