Kara Grows Up: Europe


Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Father, Daughter, Petting, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: [2nd of the 'Kara' series] Kara tells a friend about her trip to Europe with Daddy. She tells about posing for his camera, visiting a topless beach and sharing a room with him. [Although this story does not contain a depiction of sexual intercourse, if you find thoughts of father/daughter sexual relations disturbing, you should skip this one.]

"Daddy had always helped mother with my bathing," Kara said, "But mother got killed in a car wreck when I was thirteen."

"Losing your mother at thirteen ... that must have been devastating," Julie interjected.

Kara and Julie were roommates, three weeks into their freshman year at college.

"I suppose so ... don't really remember that part of it, though," Kara responded. "What I do remember though is that I was already developing a few curves and Daddy decided that without mother, it would be better if I bathed myself."

Julie had asked Kara how she could be so uninhibited about sexual matters. She now looked at Kara, silently urging her to continue.

"For the next five years or so I not only bathed myself, but mostly in response to Daddy's wishes, I was careful about how I dressed around the house." Kara registered Julie's questioning look and added, "At least when he was there."

Kara went on, "By the time I was seventeen and a Senior in High School, I had begun to dress more provocatively, but was still careful when I was home alone with Daddy." Then she hastily added, "Not that I was worried about him ... I wasn't ... not in the least ... but I wanted Daddy to keep thinking of me as his daughter."

"You sure you want to hear this," Kara asked. "It is kinda long."

"I don't care," Julie said, "I've always been pretty uptight and I want to understand how someone can be so free and easy about everything."

"Alright, but remember you asked." Kara continued the narrative. "I turned eighteen during my Senior year in High School and as my graduation present, Daddy took me to France. It was just the two of us and I thought it was really neat. It was like I had gotten involved with an older man -"

"Yeah," Julie interrupted, "I remember the day he helped you move into the dorm. Your Dad is a hunk!"

"Uh ... yeah," Kara responded, "It was pretty exciting, especially when we were in public. In private though, we were still father and daughter, and although we shared a room, we watched what we did and how we were dressed when we were alone."

"Sounds like fun ... too bad he was your father," Julie quipped.

"Uh, yeah," Kara acknowledged, then continued, "Well anyway, Daddy had bought a new camera for the trip and from the amount of pictures he took before we left home, it was obvious that he planned to take a lot of them during the trip. He told me on the flight over that we would make a scrap book when we got back."

"On our first day in France," Kara continued, "I wore a tan sun-suit. It showed off my legs and arms nicely and was bare at the shoulders. Although it buttoned down the front, it was tame, the kind of thing I could have worn to a church picnic."

"I was acting as if Daddy was my boyfriend and not my father. I teased him by buttoning and unbuttoning the top button." Kara paused to gauge Julie's reaction.

"Keep going," Julie coaxed, "You definitely have my attention."

"Well, Daddy went along and acted the part of the boyfriend, offering compliments and making encouraging remarks while he snapped the pictures. I had the top button undone and was half teasing, half kidding..." Kara became slightly flushed and took in a deep breath. "I was trying my best to look sexy but not doing a very good job of it."

"With that body," Julie quipped, "You don't even have to try. I've seen the way boys look at you."

"But this was my father," Kara replied. "It was different ... or at least I thought so. While Daddy was snapping pictures, he continued with the remarks. At one point, jokingly I thought, he suggested I loosen another button."

"Your father?" Julie asked incredulously. "What did you do?"

"Well, I looked around and since no one was watching, I undid another button and exposed a bit of cleavage."

"You're shitting," Julie gasped.

"No ... no, I'm not. I figured I was about to get bitched out though, but Daddy kept right on snapping pictures and making sexy remarks, just like he really was my boyfriend."

"And you?" Julie asked, "What did you think?"

"Well ... I was surprised to find that it not only didn't bother me to be so exposed ... but that I actually liked it ... especially the attention I was getting ... even if he was my father."

Julie's hand snapped upward to cover her mouth. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. Then slowly lowering her hand, said, "I'm almost afraid to ask, but what happened next?"

"Uh, nothing," Kara responded. "We went back to the hotel and it was like nothing had happened."

"Really?" Julie asked unbelievingly, "Nothing happened?"

"Nothing," Kara replied. "I did give my attire a little more thought the next day though. I deliberately chose clothes that had a little more skin showing. I wore a button up the front type blouse with the top buttons undone and put on a denim mini skirt with lace along the bottom hem."

Julie nodded, obviously interested.

"It was a good thing I was wearing panties because the skirt didn't cover much. My legs were bare and I wasn't wearing a bra."

"No bra?" Julie stammered. "I mean ... I have seen you getting ready for bed and I know that even as generous as your breasts are, they don't really need any support, but didn't your nipples show through the blouse?"

"Maybe a little," Kara allowed, "But the blouse was heavy enough that it wasn't really bad."

"Yeah but..."

"Right ... and I don't imagine I was all that concerned anyway. I mean ... I did try to pose in ways that showed off my legs and butt ... and give little peeks into my blouse ... and he did take a lot of pictures ... and I did get really excited ... so yes ... my nipples were probably showing – so what?"

"So what?," Julie gasped. "That was your father you were posing for and you didn't care what he was seeing?"

"Uhh, nooo," Kara said, dragging out her words. "It's not like we were sleeping together or anything like that. He was just looking and I was letting him. I mean, nothing happened."

"Yeah, well, okay. I just know I couldn't have done that with my father, but please go on."

Kara continued the story. "I hadn't planned on being sexy around him and it was difficult to find something interesting to wear. After looking through my clothes the next morning I settled on a denim romper. It was short and showed off my legs nicely."

Kara paused, looking at Julie, trying to divine how she was reacting to the story. Julie was surprised, but probably not judgmental. "More importantly," Kara said, "It buttoned up the front and being a little small, gapped open nicely when the buttons were undone. Again, I went without a bra, and when we left the hotel, I had two of the buttons undone. That was showing more skin than I usually did at home.

"When Daddy started taking pictures though, I wanted to show even more and undid the third button, which was near the bottom of my breasts."

"Jesus Christ," Julie spit out, "I mean, what were you thinking?"

"Uh ... wait to you hear the next part," Kara said. "We attracted a few male tourists who seemed more interested in watching a scantily clad teenage girl, than in looking at the ancient ruins they had paid so much to see.

"The men had been watching from a distance, but when I undid the fourth button, they got closer, until they were just behind Daddy who was still taking pictures."

"And you weren't wearing a bra?" Julie stammered, "Are you shitting me?"

"Uh ... no ... I mean, I was kinda zoning out from all the attention," Kara explained, "I'm not sure I really had any idea what I was doing. It was almost like I was drugged or something."

"So what happened," Julie asked. "And your father was like, encouraging you?"

"Yeah, uh ... sort of, I guess," Kara answered. "Most of the strangers had cameras and Daddy suggested they take pictures too. I'm sure it never occurred to them that Daddy really was my father."

Julie's mouth hung open and Kara talked faster. "The men snapped pictures and told me how I should pose. Daddy was taking pictures but he encouraged the others to tell me what to do. They wanted me to show more skin and soon I was fumbling with buttons again. It didn't matter to me that I was in a public place, or that most of the men were strangers, or that one of them was my father. The attention was like an adrenaline rush."

Kara took several quick breaths. She was obviously reliving the excitement of the moment. "I undid the fifth button. I was bare down the middle, almost to my waist. The insides of my breasts were very much on display and with all but one button undone, it was nearly impossible, to keep both nipples covered, but by then I'm not sure I really cared."

Kara hesitated, waiting for a remark from Julie. There was no comment and Kara saw that Julie was as excited by the story as she was. She raced on breathlessly.

"The men begged me to show more and their excitement turned me on. I'm sure I wanted to get naked. I popped the sixth button. That left only the button at the waist. I undid that one too. I pulled the top apart, showing my chest and stomach and the top of my panties.

"I was going to leave the panties on but the jumpsuit was coming off. Then I remembered that my father was a part of the audience. I didn't really care that he might see me naked, but with him there, I felt like I should at least attempt some restraint."

"Wow, I mean, I would guess so," Julie gasped.

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