Chapter 2: Daddy’s Daughter at the Hotel Pool

Bryn entered the large indoor pool area and looked around in awe at the tall sky-blue painted ceiling and the live palm trees surrounding the pool, even though they were in Charleston, West Virginia. Her mouth gaped open, showing her bunny teeth and looking a little young and out of place in the sophisticated hotel.

She looked back to see her new “daddy” Doug following her, and when she found two lounge chairs near the pool, she plunked her towel down and began to peel off the big man’s shirt that covered her body almost to her knees.

She quickly tossed the shirt and began bounding toward the pool in long bouncy steps. Doug couldn’t quite make out what sort of a bikini Bryn was wearing, but there was no doubt as his eyes followed her lean body as she jumped into the pool that whatever she was wearing, it was not enough to cover the sexy curves of her body, and the firm tits that proudly jutted from her young chest. And that was when the outfit was dry.

By the time Doug reached the water’s edge, and Bryn shouted to him, he knew he would have a problem on his hands.

He looked down and could see that the tiny triangles of Bryn’s training bra were plastered to the prominent brown puffy nipples of her tits, just held in place by thin strips of white cotton string ties that encircled her chest, and were held by a tied string bow in back, and by two small straps that wrapped around, and were tied in a bow behind her neck. Those thin white strips hanging from her neck held the little white triangles from completely slipping off her outthrust titties. As she splashed around, Doug noticed with concern that the little bra appeared to float off and then back on to her tits, as she bounced around in the water. The girl would be flashing just barely legal tits all over the pool area, if she got out of the pool at this point. And what was she wearing as a bikini bottom, Doug wondered. So he dove in, embraced his daughter, and tried not to worry about what would happen when they got out. She was hot and squirmy, and Doug found himself getting hard again as Bryn rubbed against him, splashing and playing.

“I’m having soooo much fun, daddy,” Bryn exclaimed loudly enough for most of the others around the pool to hear. He couldn’t help but notice some frowns and dirty looks from several middle-aged women, who began to gather their stuff and leave when they saw the sexy, barely legal teen cavorting in the pool. But a few men watched with obvious interest, slyly watching the antics of Bryn in the pool.

As Doug gave Bryn another hug, and she again rubbed rather inappropriately against his leg, he asked her what she was wearing.

“Awww, daddy,” Bryn said, “I didn’t bring a real bathing suit, so I had to just put on my old tweety bird panties and my training bra. I know it ain’t really too cute, but it’s all I had for the pool, and I couldn’t go naked, now, could I?”

“Well, okay, Bryn, sweety,” Doug said, still holding her, and inappropriately running his big hands up and down her slick torso, and down around her firm ass cheeks. Bryn just grinned as Doug fondled her hot body, stroking all over her wet skin. “We’ll have to go out this afternoon to the mall and find you a proper bathing suit. You sure as hell can’t wear this outfit in the pool anymore.”

“You play a little, and I’m going to get out and dry off,” Doug said, climbing out of the pool and trying to conceal his raging hard-on.

As he sat down, one of his legislator friends, who also stayed at the hotel, sat down in the lounger next to his where Bryn had left her towel.

“Who’s your cute little friend, Doug?” Troy James asked. “And don’t tell me that hot little white girl is your daughter!” Troy was one of twelve black members of the West Virginia house, and he was an important member since he was in just his first term and was only 35 or so.

Doug was in a tough place, because he couldn’t tell his friend the truth, but he knew it would be tough to keep his daddy-daughter charade going.

“I’m just helping the kid out,” Doug said. “I gave her a ride, and she needed a place to stay, so I let her check in with me as my ‘daughter.’”

“You dog, you,” Troy whispered, as both men watched the teen get out of the water and walk up to their two lounge chairs.

As the teen approached, she was dripping with pure sex appeal as well as with water. Her firm tits held the small white triangles of her training bra as if they were glued to the puffy nips of her outward thrust tits. The white jersey fabric pieces were almost transparent, soaked in the pool water. And tightly encircling her waist and almost cutting into the flesh on her bony hips was the thin and also nearly transparent thin, faded, white cotton of a pair of tween-themed Tweety Bird panties. The worn cotton clung lewdly to her bulging pussy mound. Bryn’s wet red pubes lining the edges of her labia lips made a dark outline vertically down the middle of Tweety Bird’s head. The panties looked like they would be inappropriate even on a tween with a prepubescent mound, but on this healthy, nubile girl, the panties that were supposed to look cute and innocent looked downright obscene.

Bryn was too old to be wearing the innocent tween style panties over her all grown up pussy, at the same time her sexy tits and pussy looked too erotic and sexy to be on the body of a skinny young teen wearing junior-sized Tweety Bird panties. Whatever confusion was caused by the juxtaposition of her built for sex body and her innocent looking tween outfit, it made the cocks of both Doug and Troy harden immediately, and they were both glad they had towels over their midsections.

Bryn walked right up, standing with her legs slightly spread, and smiled at the two men. Both were looking at her pussy, so obvious under the soaked thin panties. Troy was in her chair and was holding her towel over his swimsuit.

“Hey, that’s my lounge chair, next to my daddy,” she said and looked right at Troy, staring at the big black man as he sat up in the lounge. As she spoke, she wlaked another step forward, and thrust her mound out toward the older black man, almost as if she was offering it to him.

“Well, I am so sorry, Bryn darling,” Troy said quickly, standing up to the side of the chair, and putting a big hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I’m Troy, and I’m a friend of your daddy’s,” he said smiling.

He extended his hand toward Bryn and said: “I am so glad to meet you.”

As he stood, he dropped the towel on the chair, uncovering his swimsuit, and reveling the huge tent in the front of his shorts, that Bryn’s slutty appearance had caused. From the size of the bulge, it was obvious that Troy was wielding a full-sized cock of at least ten inches under his long board shorts. Bryn could not miss noticing the big bulge as he extended his hand to meet her.