Anything He wants

DADDY TAKES ME ON THE BEACH

I swelter from the mean glare of the sun. If it were any other situation, I’d wilt, but you can’t get a tan without going up against the sun at its worst and telling it to kiss your ass.

Yeah, I might be Asian, but I can still get a slight bronze on my skin,

and believe me, I look a whole lot sexier when I’m glowing. I might only go up a shade or two, but I love what the darkness does to my mentality. I feel like a stone-cold tiger when I’m strutting around campus. It’s why I asked my stepdaddy to take me to the beach. A poor college girl like me doesn’t have a car, and my friends are all either taking summer classes, on vacation or general knobheads who aren’t interested in taking a

girl out to get her bronze on. My stepdaddy’s a last option but sorely needed.

I know he can use it too. My mom married a white guy, and he’s paler than most. He’s a good-looking, blond, slim guy, but a darker shade on him

would do wonders for his complexion. I have nothing negative to say about it

because I’m just like my mom: white guys are way more common around here than any other group, so you kind of become attracted to them most of all. I guess it’s just availability is all.

But complexion? Dragging him out here, it’s almost like I’m the one doing him a favor!

My stepdad opens the trunk of his truck, pulling out our towels and his beer cooler. While he unloads, I throw my sandals on to go with my shorts and T-shirt. I know, counterintuitive, I’m trying to get a tan right? So why am I going out dressed up? I don’t want people gawking until I’m set up to tan because I went very skimpy today. I have on my pink, polka-dotted g-string bikini, which lets my ass hang out, the string cutting between my cheeks. I wanted a complete tan, so I had to forgo modesty to achieve my superficial dreams.

Why it’s polka-dotted, I don’t know. There’s only enough fabric on the small cups and panties to fit half a dozen dots.

Daddy closes up the trunk and we head over to the sand. Getting closer and closer to the water, my shoulders sag as it all comes into view. Ugh, why are there so many goddamn people here?! There’s gotta be a couple hundred people along this stretch, tightly packing the shorefront as their horrible progeny dart between all the towels and umbrellas. Seriously, I have to jump backward to avoid getting run over by a couple of 10-year-old boys.

It’s not much better when I set up camp. I lie down to test the layout, only for a kid to go flying by and kick sand all over me.

“Daddy!” I whine, snatching his attention away from setting up his part of the beach. “This is not going to work at all.”

“What?” he asks, entirely confused. “Why?”

I roll my eyes. It should be pretty obvious. “It’s way too… busy here.” He looks around as if noticing it for the first time. “Babygirl, you’re just going to be lying here.”

Yeah, in my G-string. My face flushes as I think about my bare ass exposed to the hundreds of eyes around here, especially all the young boys that are constantly running about. They’re going to stare. What if they touch me or just… bother me?

Of course, I can’t tell him any of that. It’s too weird to think about. “We need to go someplace more secluded.”

“Hey, it’s your vacation time. We’ll do what you want.” He tilts his head,

his cut jaw jutting to the side as he thinks. “Just down the road, there’s a small inlet. Hard to see from the road, so it’s usually pretty empty. I used to go there when I was a kid.”

I chuckle. “When you were a kid? That must have been a long time ago.”

He mocks and frowns. “Hey.”

“You sure the last ice age didn’t swallow it up?”

I jump to my feet, gathering my stuff quickly in my arms. Daddy’s prodding fingers swipe in. I tuck my hips in and away, his fingers skimming across my bare midriff. I stumble to the side as I avoid his efforts to tickle me. I laugh, scampering away as he gives light chase. He surrenders promptly, having to return to gather his things.

I jog to the car, breathing deeply as I try to regain my composure from laughing while running. Daddy follows behind, smirking as he challenges me from afar. “I’m gonna get you next time!”

“No fair!” I shout back, “Not in the car. I can’t escape.”

He just smiles as we pack up to head over to his special spot. We arrive

at a wooded path just five minutes from the beach, parking a little ways away

and walking to the edge of the woods.

“Through there?” I ask. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “Yes, it’s not very far in.”

He leads the way and I follow, having quite a bit of difficulty crossing the

brush in my flip-flops. But it takes only a minute of walking to exit the other side, where we’re met by a large rock face. Daddy waves me to continue following, and he turns into a hidden corner between two large stones.

When I approach the corner, I feel my heart give out a little.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Holy shit.” Through the crevice between the rocks, I can see the beach, glorious in its pristine beauty. The sand is bright, free from all the normal garbage you’d see along the beach, and from the small crack, I can tell there isn’t anyone around for a distance.

I chastise him. “Why didn’t you take me here first?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t remember it was here. I haven’t been

here in a long time. I forgot about this too”-he gestures downward

-“There’s a little bit of climbing here. You think you can handle it?”

Through the crevice, the rocks lead downward ways, giving us a good fifteen feet of climbing. Not difficult in the least, just stepping along the stones until you reach the sand, but difficult enough to deter the average family from making their way down here.

I scoff. “For that beach, I’d rappel down a mountain.”

Daddy holds his hand out and guides me slowly down the steps. It looks

easier to descend than it is, what with my flip-flops having little to no traction, but Daddy keeps me secure as his hand clasped in mine holds me steady.