Part 1: At the Beach

I don't go to my father's house very often. He lives alone. But we had just gotten home from a beach trip the day before, and he had left his wallet in my glove compartment. His door was open when I arrived at his place, and he yelled that he had just stepped into the shower. I decided to wait. Maybe curiosity killed the cat, but tucked out of sight near his favorite chair, I found a notebook. I opened to the last written page of my father's diary. Here's what he wrote: "We sat under the umbrella, which barely cooled us from the scorching heat. My grand-kids were playing in the surf. Lisa wore a really flimsy flowery- blue bikini, and I tried very hard not to let her catch my daring glances at her much exposed breasts. I wondered if she noticed. When she was a teenager, she had very small breasts. But now, maybe because of having had children, her breasts were just perfect, not huge, but full and perfectly shaped.

We always look right in each other's eyes when we talk, and I could see her eyes behind the dark tints of her sunglasses. Of course that meant she could see my eyes, too, because my sunglasses were far less tinted than hers, and would show any sly glances. So I was very careful. She was sitting in a low beach chair, and the top of her skimpy two-piece swimsuit had crawled up her chest a bit, revealing the lower portions of her delighful mounds as well as her deep, inviting cleavage. "Lisa is tall, about five foot eight or nine, slender, striking, and femininely curved, with long shapely legs. Her body is erotic art. Her face is innocent, a lustful man's fantasy. She is naturally tanned, with dark almond eyes. Men stare brazenly at her with thrusts of desire. As I make this entry into my diary, I open the fly of my shorts. The tip of my penis is oily with pre-cum. If I wanted to be 'me' as a young woman, I would pick Lisa. She doesn't resemble her mother (my ex) physically. Lisa is a feminine me. But unlike me, she is truly extraordinary! She is 'happily married, ' or so she tells me, but he appears to prefer his nights out with the guys to bedding her. Asshole! I wonder what she is thinking, in the darkest regions of her mind, when the kids are asleep and she is alone? Did she take after me? Does she have a dark side? A very dark side? Lisa is a captive in my dreams; I stalk her in my wildest fantasies. "Her mother was frigid. I wonder if she is. I wonder if my daughter has some of my hot-blooded sexual desires. What is her husband really like? How does he fuck her? Often? Rarely? Gently and quietly because the little ones are on the other side of the wall? How does he fuck her when their grandmother takes them overnight? I tell myself I would kill him if he abused her. But deep, in the darkest of dark corners of my mind, I see him aroused like a wild animal by her unwillingness to have sex. I see him bitch-slapping her, then dragging her by her hair, until her luscious lips meet his wet cock, then throwing her belly- down on their bed, sitting on her back, his huge prick touching the crack of her ass. Rough hands separate her tight cheeks. I hear her begging him not to enter there, crying painfully as he brutally penetrates her. I cry alone, beg the Man upstairs to forgive me, to help me. Then I shoot cum all over her picture. "She has taken off her sunglasses for the moment, and looks up and smiles at me as I stand a few feet away. In a sudden fantasy, she is nude, and her open legs reveal a patch of pubic hair. Her nipples are large and excitedly erect. My cock hardens under my bathing suit. She must notice the bulge under my swimsuit! I head for the cold surf. I want desperately to take her breast in my mouth and suck and stretch her sweet nipples."