“Why did they get like that?” she asked.
“Remember, I told you that can happen when you're excited?” I reminded her.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, running her fingers gently across them. “It feels good when I touch them.”
“Guys like to touch them too,” I said. What the hell made me say that?
“Do you want to touch them, Dad?”
The rational part of my brain was screaming “NO!” but other parts of me were yelling, “Hell, yeah!”
I struggled to get the words out, “I don't thinkt I should.”
“Why not? If guys like to touch them, and you're a guy, why don't you want to touch them?”
“I'm your father, baby.”
“Yes, and I feel safe with you. I love you.”
“But it wouldn't be right.”
“Why?”
“Because you're my daughter.”
“Are you saying this is another thing fathers and daughters don't normally do?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I don't care. I want you to touch them. Please, Dad, I swear I won't tell.”
The excited little voice in my head that was controlled by my crotch was saying, “Play with her tits, man! What's wrong with you? She asked you to!”
Jamie pulled away from me for a moment, long enough to pull her tank top off. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to me. I had seen them often enough before, but not after having shared some passionate kisses with her, and not with my cock straining in my pants. Seemingly of its own will, my hand moved up to surround her one breast. When my fingertips passed over her erect nipple, Jamie gasped and kissed me hard.
“Oh, Dad,” she sighed as I caressed and fondled her firm, young tit. “That's making my vagina tingle. I'm getting wet.”
“Do you like that, honey?” I asked, still massaging her nipple.
“Yes, I do,” Jamie sighed. “Play with the other one, too.”
I started fondling both her breasts, kissing her from time to time. My God, I was holding my topless teenage daughter, making out with her, and fondling her nipples. I was going to need some quality time with my right hand when we were done.
Jamie moaned into my mouth when I began to roll her one nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger.
“Dad,” she breathed, “I want to touch myself.”
“Go right ahead, honey. If you're turned on, now is the perfect time to do it. I'll just go and ….”
“No, stay here and kiss me some more. I don't care if you see me do it.”
She stood up and pulled off her skirt, and then sat down next to me again, her heels on the edge of the seat cushion and her legs apart, and began to stroke herself over her damp yellow bikini panties. I had no idea my cock could get this hard.
Between kisses, I watched her play with her little pussy through the fabric. She started out slowly, rubbing her fingertips over her lips, and gradually speeding up, pressing her middle finger into the cloth and forcing it a little way into her opening.
“Play with my boobs again,” she said.
I was happy to. It kept my hands occupied, hands that wanted to play with both her and myself.