All characters in this story are of legal age.
"Just get back to Dad," yn muttered under her breath. "And see if you can manage to get there without spilling these drinks on any sunbathers!"
Thick, humid air and the strong, tropical sun caressed her skin until every pore felt alive. After three days, she was already half as bronze as the local girls sprawled across the expansive beach in every imaginable shape and size, every shade of complexion between butter and midnight. Thongs were so common they almost looked normal to her by now, and the girls down here wore them proudly no matter how thick their legs and butts were.
Two weeks ago, in a shopping mall thousands of miles north in the Windy City, yn had thought the bikini she bought for this trip were daringly scant. Especially considering that seokjin, her father, was her travel companion. But the sunbathers here practically made her feel overdressed.
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It felt like her head had been spinning non-stop since before they even boarded their flight. No one had ever taken her on a vacation like this before, and the last time she'd gone on a trip with her father was before she went to college and he was still married to her mother. Everything might have been fine, except she'd always felt a little weak and giddy around her dad. She knew other girls thought he was handsome, but to her he was the best and most gorgeous man alive. Probably even more unsettling than the feelings themselves was the fact that at twenty she still hadn't outgrown them. At this point, she'd given up on that idea.
Yn trod carefully around a cluster of younger men and women sunning themselves, their bodies shimmering with sweat and lotion. The co*cktails were sweet and stronger than she thought they'd be. Sharing them under the hot sun with her own father was beginning to seem like a very bad idea.
She found seokjin lying peacefully on his chaise, in the same position as when she left on another co*cktail run, except that he'd moved the chair out from the shade of their umbrella to lie in the direct sun.
"Here you go, stud." Yn handed him the plastic cup, affecting a light tone. She regretted calling him stud the second the word came out of her mouth. Not that it wasn't true, only that she felt like a complete idiot in front of the one man who could ever make her knees wobble.
"Thanks, babe," he said, with a satisfied smirk. He let his fingers brush over hers as he took the cup out of her hand.
"Babe?" She gave him a mock sneer. "Since when did you start calling me that?" She couldn't suppress the grin that crossed her face.
"If the shoe fits," he replied, cracking that prize-winning grin that always made her blush.
His eyes were unreadable behind his dark sunglasses, but she would have sworn he was taking another good look at her body. She'd felt it countless times in the few days since they'd arrived. He had always been quick with compliments, telling her how good she looked whenever she bought a new outfit. But that was just normal, everyday behavior, she supposed. Didn't all handsome daddies like seokjin tell their daughters they're beautiful?
"I think the sun is cooking your brain." She forced a light-hearted giggle and ducked under the umbrella. She might as well have been talking about herself.
She leaned over to set her drink on the little plastic stand beside her lounge chair, and became acutely aware of the fact that her firm, round ass was thrust directly at her father. She didn't have to guess if he was looking. She knew he had to be. Her heart fluttered as she took a little extra time to arrange things on the stand - her drink, lotion bottle, a sexy paperback - stalling to give him a better look.
She finally settled into the best imitation of a relaxed position she could manage. The first drink was supposed to have settled her erotically addled nerves, but yn decided it wasn't enough. The second would probably just make it worse, but at least the buzz of the strong concoction felt good. If she was going crazy, at least she'd have a little fun along the way.
She let the sweet, chilled drink moisten her lips and throat while her eyes skimmed the contours of her father's body. He was in his early forties, and easily in the best shape of his life, with just a few flecks of grey beginning to speckle his short, dark hair. She took a long, slow sip as her eyes meandered to the inevitable final stop, the thick, tubular shape defined in the crotch of his suit.
Heat and alcohol worked on her brain as she wondered what something that size would be like when it was hard. She resisted the urge to chew her lower lip as she felt a persistent tingling in her puss*.
