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 ï>¿My Daughter, The Nudist by Djmac1031

   A father must come to terms with his daughters new lifestyle.
Forward:

   "Leah!  What the hell???"

   My daughter had been home from her summer trip to Europe less than
twenty-four hours, and here she was, walking around the house, stark naked.

   "Didn't I tell you, Daddy?  I'm a nudist now."

   If this were a movie, this would be the point where the image freeze
frames, the record needle scratches, and the voice over comes in:

   "I bet you're wondering how this all started.  Let's rewind to the
beginning."

   When Leah had asked to go on the trip overseas several months ago, I'd
been hesitant.  She'd only just finished her first year of college, and I'd
barely seen her in all that time.

   I had no idea who she was going with, or where she'd be staying, and I
worried about her traveling abroad.

   Leah had grown up to be a very smart, independent young woman, but to me
she was still just my little girl, one I was very protective of.

   Her mother had already approved the trip with her usual casual, complete
dismissal of my feelings on the subject.

   We divorced two years ago because of it.  Well, that and the fact that
she'd been banging her aerobics instructor behind my back.

   But Peg and I had both spoiled our daughter growing up, and Leah had
become very accustomed to getting her own way.  It didn't take long to get
me to cave.

   And so I'd sent Leah the funds, and off she went.

   That was back in June.  It was now the third week of August, and Leah
had returned home to spend the remains of the summer at my place (Peg was
off on her own vacation somewhere, probably with that asshole aerobics
instructor) before going back to college in September.

   Her flight had arrived late last night, and while I could have just sent
a car, I'd decided instead to pick her up myself.

   I barely recognized Leah when she got off the plane.  The teenager who
wore baggy jeans and boy band tee-shirts had been replaced by a tall, curvy
young woman in skin tight leather pants and an even tighter white halter
top.  I was horrified when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her
apparently newly pierced nipples stood out quite clearly beneath it.

   Her usually long, natural brown hair was now short and bright pink. 
She'd also gotten a nose ring at some point.

   Still, she looked beautiful.  Her dark green eyes lit up when she saw
me. "Daddy!" I tried to ignore the feel of her breasts against my chest as
she hugged me.

   "Welcome home, princess." I'd been calling her that since she was an
infant.  I'd originally wanted to name her "Leia," after the Star Wars
character, but Peg insisted we spell it more traditionally.  I'd given in,
(as I would many more times over the years,) but the "princess" moniker
stuck.

   If the childhood term of endearment bothered her now as an adult, Leah
never said so.  "Thanks for picking me up.  I'm so tired after that flight.
Glad I didn't have to wait for an Uber."

   "Of course, it was no problem," I smiled, letting her go.  "Let's grab
your bags and get you home."

   We talked about her trip on the way.  She'd stayed at one of her
friends' summer place in France with a group of several others from
college, along with a few more local students.

   "I'm definitely gonna have to study my French harder this year if I
wanna go back again next summer," she said.

   I groaned inwardly, thinking about having to pay for that trip, too. 
But we had money.  Our family law firm goes back several generations, and
we've done pretty well for ourselves.

   Of course, I wanted Leah to be able to go out and experience the world
before she settled down into whatever career path she would finally choose.

   That said, I worried about just how much she'd "experienced" while away.
But while her looks had certainly changed, she still acted like the
daughter I'd always known and loved.

   Leah was half asleep by the time we got home.  "I'm so exhausted, I'm
just gonna go right to bed.  Goodnight, Daddy," she yawned, giving me a
peck on the cheek before retiring to the room I'd kept for her.

   I'd planned the next several days off to be able to spend some time with
Leah while she was home, but a lawyer's work is never truly done, and I
wound up sorting through and responding to several client emails before
finally retiring for the evening myself.

   Sleep, however, came slowly.  My thoughts were of Leah, and the drastic
change in her appearance since last I'd seen her.  She'd gone from sweet
and innocent looking to, well...  sultry.

   Neither Peg nor I were prudish when it came to sex, and we were both
very open and frank when it came to discussing those things with our
daughter growing up; teaching her not to be ashamed of her body, or her
sexuality.

   But of course a father naturally keeps a certain distance from those
things as their daughters get older, and we don't really wanna KNOW just
what they're up to, or with who.

   Still, I couldn't help but now wonder just who she'd been hanging around
with all summer, and what a villa full of young adults with money and
freedom from parental constraints would get into.  All I knew is how crazy
MY college years had been, and the multiple wild parties with plenty of
young ladies all just as willing to fuck and suck my cock as I was to give
it to them.

   I shook those memories from my mind.  Best not to dwell on it, or on the
idea that my own daughter could have...  "No, no, don't go there," I
thought.

   Eventually, I drifted off.  Although disturbing dreams troubled me
throughout the night.

   Normally I'm an early riser, but with the day off, I allowed myself the
luxury of sleeping in.  I awoke late, but still not entirely rested.  I
decided coffee was in order, stat.

   On my way downstairs, I passed Leah's room, and could hear her shower
running.  Apparently she'd slept in, too.

   I knocked loudly, then cautiously cracked the door.  "Leah?  I'm making
breakfast.  Want anything special?"

   "Got waffles and strawberries?" Leah's voice echoed from her bathroom.

   "Of course.  I knew you were coming, remember?"

   I could hear her laughter lilting over the sound of running water.  "You
know me so well.  Oh!  And coffee?"

   "On it!" Closing her door, I made my way down to the kitchen.

   The coffee was brewed and I was just finishing up the waffles when Leah
walked in.

   Completely naked.

   "Leah, what the hell???" I stood, stunned, for a full second before
turning my back to her.

   It wasn't fast enough.  I'd seen everything:

   Her full breasts swaying and bouncing ever so slightly with her steps.
Her nipples, pink and puffy, each with a matching adornment of silver
barbells.

   The small unicorn tattoo on her left breast, just by her cleavage.

   Her belly button sported yet another piercing.  And I was pretty sure
I'd seen something sparkling between her legs as well just before I'd
turned.

   "Didn't I tell you, Daddy?  I'm a nudist now." She said it as casually
as someone would mention what they'd had for breakfast.

   Breakfast!  The waffles were burning!  I needed to turn off the waffle
iron, but to do so meant turning to my daughter again.

   Leah still stood there as if it were completely normal to be buck naked
in front of her own father.

   "What do you mean, you're a NUDIST now???" I barked as I pulled the
darkened waffles off the iron.  "That's not something you just spring on
someone, especially your father, in the middle of his kitchen!  Jesus!  Go
upstairs and put some damn clothes on!"

   To my shock, Leah simply laughed.  "Oh, Daddy, you're overreacting. 
It's really not a big deal."

   "OVERREACTING?" My voice rose in pitch as I struggled to avert my eyes
from her while still trying to salvage breakfast.  "Leah, you're my
daughter, for Christ's sake!  I really shouldn't be seeing you like this!"

   "Why not?" she shot back.  "Families in France go naked around each
other all the time, no one even bats an eye."

   "Well we're not in France," I snapped.  "Now, please, go put some
clothes on!  This is insane!"

   "No."

   Her reply stunned me.  I'd been doing my best to look at anything else,
but now I made myself fully face her.

   "What did you say?"

   "I said, no." She stood stubborn, defiant, her arms folded across her
ample chest.  It was the same pose she used to make as a child when she'd
refuse to go to bed on time.

   I could barely contain my rising anger.  "Leah, march your bare ass
upstairs RIGHT now and get dressed, or so help me, I'll..."

   "You'll what?" Leah smirked.  "Ground me?  Spank me?  Send me to bed
without dessert?"

   My jaw dropped.  "I'll...  I'll call your mother."

   Leah laughed.  "Go ahead.  I already told her about this weeks ago. 
She's okay with it.  In fact, she's probably on a nude beach somewhere
right now with her boyfriend.  Bet you didn't know that!"

   My mind was reeling.  "You told her???  But you deliberately waited to
spring it on me like this?  That's really not fair to me, at all.  Besides,
I bet your mother didn't think you'd remain a nudist around your own
father!"

   "Why are you so afraid to see me naked?"

   "Because...  because...  I just...  shouldn't!  It's not appropriate!"

   "Says who?" Leah spat.  "A morally repressive society that guilts women
into feeling embarrassed about their bodies?  That calls us sluts and
whores if we show too much skin?  That shames us for our sexuality while
simultaneously exploiting us for it?"

   "Says a FATHER who is really uncomfortable right now!  Now please, I'm
begging you; go get dressed.  We can talk about this over breakfast, but I
can't concentrate with you flaunting your body around like this!  Aren't
you the least bit embarrassed???"

   Leah's face went from smug to pouty.  "Flaunting?  Embarrassed?  Daddy,
are you body shaming me?  You and Mom always said a woman should never have
to feel ashamed about her body, or her sexuality."

   "I'm not trying to SHAME you, just..." I stopped mid-sentence,
completely flustered.  Why was she fighting me so hard on this?

   "Fine," I snapped.  "Breakfast is ready.  I guess you'll be eating it
alone."

   I was halfway upstairs when I realized I'd stormed out without even
getting my coffee, let alone food.

   Frustrated and angry, I went back downstairs, grabbed my keys and headed
off to a local coffee shop.

   *****

   I returned an hour later to a quiet house.  Leah was nowhere to be seen.
Which I was thankful for, given her sudden refusal to wear clothing.

   Not wanting to deal with her at the moment, I decided to distract myself
with work.  I settled in my office and spent the next two hours doing some
tedious paperwork I'd been putting off.  Anything to keep me from thinking
about Leah.

   The knock at the door startled me.  "Dad?  Can I come in?"

   I hesitated before responding.  "Are you dressed?"

   "Yes," came her soft reply.

   I sighed.  I really wasn't prepared for this.  "Okay.  Come in."

   Leah entered, clad in a long, fluffy bathrobe.  I suppose technically
one could call that "dressed." Still, I was wary as she sat down in the
chair opposite my desk.

   An awkward silence hung in the air for several moments before she spoke.
"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that.  I didn't think
of your feelings or your reaction, and I should have."

   "Yes, you should have," I agreed.  "Look, Leah, I've tried my best to
stay out of your personal life.  I let you make your own decisions on what
you do, where you go, who you see.

   "I don't know who you were hanging around with all summer, or what you
were up to.  But I can't imagine how you wound up with this crazy notion
that you could just walk around here naked and not even THINK for one
moment how it might affect me."

   "And how DID it affect you, Daddy?"

   I looked at her sternly.  "What do you mean, how did it affect me?  It
upset me terribly, couldn't you tell?"

   "I mean, how ELSE did it affect you?"

   I was very confused by her questioning.  "Leah, what are you getting
at?"

   Leah looked me dead in the eye.  "Did seeing me naked turn you on?"

   "What???  Of course not!  Why would you ever even THINK that?"

   "Then WHY are you SO upset by it?  Be honest."

   I sat back, utterly flustered.  "Because fathers aren't supposed to see
their adult daughters naked!"

   "And yet they do in other countries," she countered, "and the daughters
see their dads, their brothers, total strangers, all the time!  Nudity is
natural, not shameful!  But you're acting like you're ashamed of me!"

   "I'm not ASHAMED of you, It's just..."

   "Then WHAT???"

   "Because I'm afraid it WILL turn me on, Leah!" The words had left my
mouth before I could stop them.  Horrified, I dropped my head in shame.

   I thought Leah would be upset.  Instead, she responded softly, "See? 
Was that so difficult to admit?"

   I glanced up cautiously.  She was looking directly at me.  "Are you
afraid you'll get so turned on at the mere sight of a naked young woman
that you'd lose control?  Touch me inappropriately?  RAPE me?"

   "Leah," my voice cracked, "you know I'd never..."

   "Daddy, relax.  You may not have always been around, but when you were,
you were a good father.  And I know you've never so much as thought about
me...  that way.  So what makes you think you will now?"

   "Because..." Again my words halted.  I didn't know where she was going
with this, let alone how to answer.

   "Look, princess," I began again, "I've never sexualized you.  You're my
daughter, and I don't see you like that.  But if you're walking around
naked, I'm not gonna be able to help but look, and I'm truly afraid of
where my mind might go.  I'm also afraid of what YOU might think, if you
catch me staring too long.  That you'd think I was perving on you or
something."

   "Would you ever act on it if you DID think about it?" Leah asked.

   "Of course not!  You know I'd never lay a finger on you."

   "Then stop worrying about it so much."

   With that Leah stood.  "Maybe you just need to get it out of your
system."

   "Get what out of my system?"

   Leah began taking off her robe.  "Sexualizing me."

   "Leah, please, don't," I objected, but it was already too late.  She was
again nude, fully exposed in front of me.  I turned my head away
instinctively.

   "Daddy," Leah said firmly, "look at me.  LOOK at me."

   Slowly, reluctantly, I faced her, trying to look only at her face.

   "Look at my body," she said, pointing, "Look, these are my breasts. 
They have nipples, right here, see?  And this is my stomach.  And my hips.
And down here?  These are my sex organs.  My vulva, my labia, my clitoris,
my vagina."

   I wanted to tear my eyes away, but couldn't.  I felt hypnotized.

   "Oh, I almost forgot," she continued, spinning around.  "This is my ass.
My glutes, my buttocks." She bent forward.  "And in between there?  That's
my anus."

   "Okay, enough," I snapped.  "No need to be a wiseass.  I know anatomy."

   She turned to me again, grinning wickedly.  "So, what do you think?"

   "I think you've been far too busy at the piercing parlor," I quipped.

   She ignored my criticism.  "Do you like what you see?  Does it turn you
on?"

   "Jesus, Leah, stop it, you're my..."

   "If I wasn't your daughter," she interrupted, "if I was just a woman you
met on the street.  You'd think about me sexually, right?"

   I shook my head.  "But you're not some stranger, Leah.  You're just
not."

   "Admit it, Daddy," she smirked.  "You're turned on by looking at me,
aren't you?"

   My cock was throbbing in my pants.  "No," I lied.

   Leah looked doubtful.  "Well, okay then.  If that's true, show me."

   Part of me wanted to.  Some deep, dark voice, cackling like Emperor
Palpatine in my ear.  "DO IT."

   My cock agreed, struggling desperately to break free from its cloth
prison.

   I reached for my belt buckle.  I froze as her face twisted in
apprehension.

   Then the good angel perched on my other shoulder spoke up.  "Look at
her. For all her talk, she's frightened.  Are you really about to flash
your own daughter?  Show her what a monstrous pervert you are?"

   No.  No, of course not.

   "Please," I pleaded, "just go."

   A flash of relief crossed her face and, nodding, she left the room
without a word.

   I hung my head, ashamed at how close I'd come.

   I waited for several minutes before exiting the office.  Leah was
nowhere to be seen as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom.

   *****

   "Phil, just relax.  You're making far too big a thing over this."

   I'd finally managed to get my ex on the phone and as usual, Peg was
blowing off my feelings.  "She just wants your attention.  Spend time with
her, do something with your daughter for a change.  Get her out of the
house.  At least that will force her to put some clothes on," she laughed.

   "How can you LAUGH at this?" I barked.

   "Because I enjoy the idea of your neglect of your daughter growing up
coming back and biting you in the ass," Peg snipped.  "You can't buy your
way out of this one, Phil.  You're gonna have to deal with her on your own.
I'm certainly not cutting MY vacation short to rush home to your rescue."

   "I certainly wasn't expecting it," I grunted.  "Enjoy yourself, Peg. 
That's always what you've been best at." I hung up before she could reply.

   I sat on my bed, frustrated.  I'd hoped Peg would at least have a talk
with Leah about all this, make her understand how inappropriate she was
being, and how uncomfortable it was making me.  Instead, she was taking
Leah's side.  Or at the very least, staying out of it so she could enjoy my
suffering.  I was on my own, with no idea how to proceed.

   Peg did have one good idea; getting Leah out of the house.  Maybe we
could start by going out to dinner.

   I left my room and went down the hall.  Tentatively, I knocked on Leah's
door.

   She was, of course, still naked when she opened it.  "Yes?" Her eyes
fixed on me, wondering if she was about to receive another scolding.

   "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner.  I was thinking
maybe The Lacroix?"

   Leah stood there, her hand on the curve of her bare hip.  My eyes
drifted lower, and noticed for the first time the natural tuft of pubic
hair that matched her normally brown locks.  And that I'd been right about
a piercing down there.  A small silver ring hung from her clitoral hood,
looking like a tiny door knocker.  In a way, I suppose it was.

   "Don't you need a reservation?" My eyes quickly jumped back upwards to
find Leah grinning at me.  I'd been caught staring, but she didn't seem to
mind.

   "I...  I know the owner.  I'm sure he can squeeze us in."

   Leah looked sideways as if thinking it over and, while she thought,
stretched her arms upwards, her firm, ripe breasts jutting out as she
arched her back.  They bounced ever so subtly with her movements.

   "Sure," she finally spoke, finishing her stretch.  "When did you wanna
leave?"

   "Whenever you're, you know...  ready."

   "Guess I'll get dressed." Leah turned away, but didn't close the door. I
stood transfixed, watching the sway of her ass and hips as she walked to
her closet.  She paused from rifling through her outfits to catch my gaze
yet again.  "You going like that?"

   "Oh, um, no.  I'll...  go change too."

   She gave me a knowing smile then returned her attention to her wardrobe.
Reluctantly, I tore myself away and went to change into some dinner attire.

   *****

   We spent most of dinner chatting about her summer.  Leah filled me in on
all the places she'd visited, sights she'd seen, foods she'd tried etc.

   I had a tough time focusing, to be honest, because my mind was
elsewhere. Specifically, it dwelt on the little black dress she was
wearing, sexy yet classy, and the fact that I now was far more familiar
with exactly what she looked like underneath it.

   Over dessert, I finally brought it up.  "Leah, look, I don't want to
fight over this anymore, but I really need to know.  What got you started
on this whole nudism thing?  And why is it SO important to you that you
insist on doing it at home despite my objections?"

   Leah mused over her answer while finishing a bite of Red Velvet
cheesecake.  "It started simply enough I guess.  All the women at the beach
we frequented were at least topless if not fully naked.  When my friends
and I finally got up the nerve to shed our suits, the only guys to really
make a thing over it were the American ones.  But they certainly weren't
complaining," she smirked.

   "From there, we started sunbathing nude back at the villa as well, guys
and girls.  After a while, people just stopped putting their clothes back
on, even inside."

   "And you didn't feel...  weird about it?" I asked.

   "I did at first," she admitted.  "But I was also, well...  excited by
the idea.  Not sexually, really.  Although several of the American guys
were, it was tough for them to hide it.  And I won't lie and say it NEVER
got sexual, because of course it did.  But I'm sure you don't really want
to hear the details, do you?"

   I shook my head, even as a dark voice inside cried out, desperately
wanting to hear her sordid details.  "No, of course not.  As long as it
was, you know, safe.  And consensual."

   Leah nodded.  "I appreciate your concern.  But I'm a big girl now, I can
handle myself.  And I choose my friends wisely."

   "I can respect that," I said.  "What I'm having a tough time with is why
you can't respect my feelings.  I mean, if you want to be naked in the
privacy of your own room, or when I'm not home, that's fine.  But can't you
at least cover up around me?"

   Leah sighed and rolled her eyes.  "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal.
Forty-eight hours.  Give yourself forty-eight hours to get used to it.

   "Over the next two days, you let me walk around however I wish without
objections.  You can look, not look, get naked too, stay clothed, whatever
you want, I don't care.

   "If after two days you're still so uncomfortable you can't deal with it,
I promise I'll at least wear a robe or some kind of cover up when I know
you'll be around me.

   "I can't guarantee you'll never see me naked after that of course; maybe
coming out of the shower or whatever, but I'll do my best to be mindful
about it.  Deal?"

   Sullenly, I contemplated her offer.  "And if I refuse?"

   Leah sighed.  "Then I'll find somewhere else to stay until school
starts."

   "Depending on who you stay with, you'll probably have to remain clothed
there, too," I pointed out.

   "Mom already said I can stay at her place while she's gone," Leah
stated. "I'd have the house to myself.  But I came here to see you, Dad. 
I'd rather stay, spend time together.  But only if you're at least willing
to give it a try."

   "Fine," I sighed.  "Forty-eight hours.  I can't make any promises, but I
will try my best to be accepting."

   "Thank you, Daddy," Leah beamed.

   As I paid our bill and we left the restaurant, I couldn't help but
wonder just what I'd gotten myself into.

   *****

   "Can you unzip me?  I can't wait to get out of this thing."

   We'd only just arrived home and already Leah was about to strip.

   To my surprise, Leah left the dress on as she turned to face me.  While
it had slipped somewhat from her breasts, she remained fully clothed as she
kissed my cheek.  "Goodnight, Daddy.  Thanks for dinner.  Our forty-eight
hours starts tomorrow."

   With that she turned and went upstairs.

   I sat on the couch, my thoughts a storm.

   Could I really spend the next two days with my daughter walking around
naked without getting aroused?

   I guess I was about to find out.

   *****

   I awoke late the next morning, and even from the second floor I could
smell the scent of coffee and bacon.

   Leah must already be up.

   Sluggishly I got out of bed.  Making my way to my bathroom, I emptied my
bladder, splashed some water on my face, ran my fingers through my
disheveled hair, and studied myself in the mirror.

   I'd slept only in my boxers.  I looked over my middle aged but not
entirely out of shape body with a critical eye.  I could probably use more
time at the gym, but I wasn't appalling to look at.

   I already knew what I would find when I went downstairs; my attractive
young daughter, fully nude in my kitchen, making breakfast.

   I'd walked around the house in my underwear countless times before, even
less on more than one occasion.

   But never with company, and certainly never around my daughter.

   But we'd made a deal.  And if she was able to be relaxed in her nudity,
why shouldn't I be allowed to be comfortable in my own house as well?

   Besides, it would be just as good a test as any as to whether or not she
truly didn't mind seeing her own father less than fully dressed.

   Although I certainly wasn't about to go completely nude.

   Trudging downstairs, I was greeted by the sight of Leah at the stove,
her bare ass openly facing me.  She wore an apron over her chest, tied at
the back.  Probably a smart thing, considering she was frying bacon.

   Her smile was bright as she turned to greet me.  "Good morning. 
Coffee's done, breakfast will be ready in a minute."

   She made no comment at all about my state of undress, and despite my
desire to simply stand there and admire her perfectly rounded bum, I
instead merely returned her greeting and poured myself a cup of fresh
coffee.

   "Take a seat in the dining room," she instructed, "I'll bring the food
out shortly."

   When she joined me a few minutes later, the apron was gone.  I tried not
to focus on the jiggle of her naked breasts as she approached with the
plates.  "Hungry?"

   "Yes, thank you for cooking." My voice was much calmer and steadier than
my nerves.

   But I'd promised to try, so instead of looking away, I met her eyes as
she sat across from me.  "So, what would you like to do today?"

   I was hoping she'd suggest something that would get us out of the house
and of course force her to put on clothes.

   My hopes were dashed when she answered.  "I'm still a little jetlagged,
don't really feel like going anywhere.  But it's a beautiful day.  I was
hoping to spend it by the pool."

   "That sounds...  nice," I mumbled.

   "You should join me.  Fresh air and sunshine will do you good."

   "I dunno," I shrugged.  "I really have some work I need to..."

   "Work?" Leah pouted.  "I thought you took time off to spend with me!"

   "I did, but..."

   "Already trying to avoid me," Leah grumbled.  "Maybe I should just pack
my shit now, go stay at mom's."

   "Okay, fine," I sighed, my face in my hands, "I'm sorry.  You're right.
I'll try harder.  The pool sounds lovely."

   We finished breakfast and Leah helped me clean up in the kitchen.  I
surprised myself by how well I was handling things, frankly.  Despite being
in such close proximity to her, watching her nude body move around as she
wiped down the countertop, my penis was behaving itself and was only mildly
aroused.

   That changed when we eventually made our way out to the pool.

   I had put on a swimsuit, of course, and Leah immediately called me on
it. "Still don't trust yourself to just let go around me, huh?"

   "Hey, I'm doing what you asked; not making a fuss about you being
naked," I frowned, "but there was nothing in our agreement that said I HAD
to be naked too, so I'd appreciate it if you stopped pressuring me."

   "Of course, I'm sorry." Leah took a seat on her lounge chair and started
applying suntan lotion.  "I just thought this would be a good opportunity
for you to get used to the idea.  But I'm not going to push you into it if
you're not ready."

   I was thankful for the sunglasses I'd worn that allowed me to watch her
without being totally obvious as she slathered the coconut scented oil on
her silky skin.  I felt like a pervert, a creepy old man, as my cock began
to twitch.  Despite my best efforts, I could not help but be aroused by the
sight as her hands moved over her body, rubbing her shoulders, breasts, and
stomach.

   I had to cross my legs when she reached her pubic mound, then down along
her legs, parting them as she lotioned her inner thighs, giving me an even
more intimate look at her clit piercing as her vulva opened slightly.

   "Can you get my back?" Her look was so casual, so innocent.  Did she
truly not understand how she was affecting me?  Or did she simply not care?

   Reluctantly, I got up from my lounge.  Leah rolled onto her stomach, but
that did nothing to ease my torment.

   She must have felt my hands shaking as I rubbed the oil on her back,
desperately trying not to enjoy the feel of her skin and failing miserably.

   As I ran my hands along the small of her back, I had to fight to keep
them from traveling lower, over her round, firm bottom.  I wanted to grab
her ass, kneed it, run my fingers down the crack, explore the treasure
hidden beneath it.

   For the first time ever, I didn't trust myself around my daughter.  And
it made me sick to my stomach.

   Instead I pulled away.  "I think you can handle the rest."

   If Leah noticed the erection jutting out in my suit as I stood, she said
nothing.

   Needing to clear my head, I dove into the pool, the chilly water easing
my ache.

   I'd never molest my daughter, I knew it in my heart.  My arousal by her
nudity couldn't be helped.  But my actions could.  I'd just have to find
other outlets to relieve my tension.

   It was time to contact Madison.

   I swam for several more minutes until I was sure I had my body under
control.

   Leah had turned on to her back by the time I stepped out, giving me a
full frontal view of her incredible body, but I refused to allow my gaze to
linger too long.

   Instead, I returned to my lounge, found my phone, and sent the text.

   "Hey Maddy.  I realize this is short notice, but I was wondering if you
were available tonight?  Whatever time works best for you.

   The reply came several minutes later.  "Sure thing.  I'll be available
7pm if that's ok."

   "Perfect.  The usual location.  I'll make the arrangements."

   "Who are you texting?" Leah asked.

   I sighed, pretending to be aggravated.  "Sorry, princess.  Work stuff.
Client wants to see me tonight to go over a case, something about a 'new
development' that can't wait."

   Leah frowned.  "I thought you were on vacation."

   I offered her my most apologetic smile.  "I know, and I'm sorry.  But
look, I don't have to rush, the meeting isn't until tonight."

   I made a show of turning my phone off and putting it aside.  "Until
then, I'm all yours.  Let's just enjoy our day together, okay?"

   Leah nodded, still unhappy.  "Okay.  But you can make up for it by
taking me to the beach tomorrow."

   "Of course, I'd be happy to.  I have no plans at all for tomorrow."

   We spent the rest of the day swimming, sunning, and catching up.  After
lunch, we both decided we'd had enough sun and, after our showers, we wound
up playing some chess, something we hadn't done together since she was
still in high school.

   Once my penis had realized it wasn't going to see any action from the
buxom beauty parading herself around so openly all day, it settled into a
much more relaxed state during our time together.

   At least, that is, until Leah decided it was time to do some yoga.

   She of course set up her yoga mat right in the living room, streaming a
routine on video to the TV so she could exercise along to it.

   "You should join me," she encouraged, "the exercise will do you some
good."

   "I'm not that flexible, and never will be," I declined.  "Besides, I
work out at least three times a week, just not yoga."

   "Hey, don't knock it till you try it," she replied, "it's great for mind
as well as body."

   Leah sat stretched out on the mat, her long legs parted slightly as she
leaned forward to grab her feet, groaning softly with the effort.

   I sat on the couch, watching as she ran through several more poses, each
more complex, and revealing, than the last.

   When she spun around, planted both feet firmly on the mat and bent at
the waist in a pose the instructor on the screen described as "Downward
Facing Dog," I'd decided I'd had enough.

   "I need to get ready for that client meeting."

   I'd already showered earlier, but I decided another quick one was in
order, as well as a fresh shave.

   Leah was still stretched out on her yoga mat when I came back downstairs
about thirty minutes later.

   "Look at you," she grinned.  "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you
were headed out on a date, not a client meeting."

   I decided the best reply to that was none.  "I'm not sure how late I'll
be.  You can have dinner delivered if you don't feel like cooking, I'll
leave you some cash.  Just try not to give the delivery guy a heart
attack."

   "Oh, you're no fun," Leah laughed wickedly.

   "Well, speaking of 'no fun,' I'm off.  Not sure how late this meeting
will run.  Don't wait up."

   *****

   "What's wrong, hun?" Madison lay beside me, her hand caressing my chest.

   "Nothing," I sighed.  "Just been a tense week."

   "Well, you've had tense weeks before.  But it's never affected your...
performance.  Anything you wanna talk about?"

   Sitting up, I reached for the bottle of brandy I'd picked up on my way
to the hotel and poured two snifters.  Madison accepted hers with a
grateful nod.

   "My daughter's home for the next few weeks, and there's just some... 
drama."

   Since my divorce, I'd been seeing several 'escorts,' but Madison was
always my favorite, the one I felt most comfortable around.  She wasn't
just easy on the eyes; she was easy to talk to.

   And so I did.  Madison sipped her drink while listening to my troubles
in rapt attention, and I took a moment to appreciate the humor in telling
her about my discomfort with my nudist daughter as she lay there wearing
only a sheer nightie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

   "Well," she said, head tilted in thought, "I've heard some... 
interesting family stories in my time, but this is certainly a new one!"

   Madison declined my offer of a refill.  I topped off my own glass then
settled back beside her on the bed, slipping my arm around her as she
rested her head on my shoulder.

   "So do you actually want to fuck her?" she asked suddenly.

   "What?  No!"

   "But her being naked makes you think about it."

   I hesitated before answering.  "Yes."

   Madison moved over me, straddling my lap.  Her soft womanhood settled
over my still limp penis as she leaned in and kissed my neck.  "So pretend
I'm her."

   I pushed her back from me.  "What???"

   Madison fixed her dark green eyes on me, and I was suddenly struck by
just how much she resembled Leah, not just in the face and eyes, but her
body as well.

   "Pretend I'm your daughter, " Madison repeated.  "You find her
attractive, but don't want to cross that line.  That's why you called me,
isn't it?  To get out your sexual frustrations?  But it's obviously not
working; you're too focused on her to be with me."

   Madison cupped my face in her soft hands.  "So stop fighting it. 
Imagine I'm your daughter, right here, right now.  In bed with you and
willing to do whatever you want.  Indulge your fantasy, get it out of your
system."

   "Wouldn't that be, well...  weird?  I mean, for you?"

   Madison laughed softly, shaking her head.  "Oh come on.  This wouldn't
be the first time I've called you 'Daddy.' Or the first time I've role
played someone's daughter."

   Words failed me.  All I could do was stare as she pulled the thin
nightie up over her head, her breasts jiggling as she rocked her hips
slowly over my lap.  "Come on, Daddy," she purred.  "Look at me.  Look at
your daughter.  I'm here, naked and horny, just for you."

   Something in my brain finally clicked.  Madison was right.  This was
exactly what I needed.

   "You look so beautiful, princess.  So curvy, so damn sexy."

   Madison brought my hands to her breasts.  "I know I do, Daddy.  Now
touch me, I need you, so bad."

   I could feel myself swelling as her hips moved over me, the heat of her
warming the sensitive skin of my rapidly expanding cock.

   "You're getting hard for me, Daddy," Madison cooed, her voice a mix of
innocence and seduction.  "I feel it, under my tight little pussy.  You
wanna fuck me, don't you, Daddy?  Fuck your naughty daughter, teach me a
lesson, make me pay for torturing and teasing you with my hot, sexy body,
flaunting it in front of you, making your cock ache for me."

   My cock was indeed aching.  Taking a fistful of hair, I pulled her up
off of my lap and flipped her over.

   Madison, ever the professional, instantly understood my intent.  Getting
on her hands and knees, she arched her back, presenting herself to me. 
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "are you going to punish me for being such a bad
girl?"

   "Oh, yes," I grunted, smacking her ass as I positioned myself behind
her. "You've been driving your Daddy crazy, and now you're finally going to
get what you deserve."

   One of the other things I loved about Madison was how naturally wet she
got.  Her arousal was just as real as mine, and I plunged into her easily.

   Our coupling was aggressive, frantic, but never utterly out of control.
Rough sex normally didn't appeal to me, and as invested as I'd become in
our role-playing, I certainly didn't want to actually hurt her.

   I did give her quite the pounding, though, and to her credit, Madison
took it quite eagerly, never once breaking character.  "Yes, harder, Daddy!
Fuck me harder!  Spank my ass!  Oh, yes, do it again!  Harder!  Oh, that's
it, Daddy, fuck me with your big Daddy dick!"

   In a blink, all my anger and frustrations melted away.  I found myself
laughing uncontrollably.

   Madison looked back at me with an adorable toss of her head.  "What's so
funny?"

   "Nothing," I answered once I'd managed to catch my breath.  "It's
just... 'Big Daddy Dick' was a little over the top, don't ya think?"

   Madison grinned widely.  "Hey, it was working though, right?"

   "It was," I said, my tone calmer, more caring, "but I think I've gotten
my aggressions out now."

   Rolling her on to her back, I lay over her and kissed her gently.

   "You wanna make love to me now, Daddy?"

   "Yes, princess.  I would love that."

   *****

   "You sure you can't stay?" Madison was still cuddled up under the
blankets when I came out of the shower.

   "Tempting," I replied as I finished dressing, "but I told Leah I'd be
home tonight, and I'm supposed to take her to the beach tomorrow.  I'm sure
she'll want to get an early start."

   "Well, thanks for dinner.  And for letting me keep the room."

   "Of course, darlin'," I smiled, kissing her forehead, "the least I could
do.  Anything you want, room service, drinks at the bar; just put it on my
tab."

   Madison got out of bed, still naked, and slipped into my arms.  "How
long is Leah home for?"

   "At least two more weeks."

   "So I should expect to be hearing from you again soon?"

   I chuckled softly, and, grabbing her bare bottom, gave her a more proper
kiss this time.  "Probably."

   *****

   I arrived home shortly before midnight to find Leah still awake, on the
couch, watching TV.

   And of course, she was still naked.

   "Hey, you're home earlier than I thought," she greeted me.  "How was
your...  client meeting?"

   I was beginning to suspect she didn't believe my cover story.  "Fine. 
Boring.  Nothing that couldn't have waited.  But hey, billable hours."

   Leah patted the seat next to her.  "Well, I'm glad you're home.  Come,
sit, watch TV with me."

   Despite having released all my sexual frustrations with Madison, I was
hesitant.  Still, I'd promised her to try.  "What are we watching?"

   "It's called 'Room In Rome.' Spanish film, lesbian romance, you'll hate
it."

   I did not, in fact, hate it.  Although it wasn't exactly the kind of
thing I normally watched.

   While the two lead actresses spent a majority of the film nude, the sex
scenes were relatively tame, especially compared to porn.

   It was awkward of course, sitting next to my naked daughter while
watching two nude women roll around on the bed.  But at least I wasn't
sporting an erection, or imagining either of them as Leah.

   When it was over, Leah excused herself to bed, reminding me of our plans
to go to the beach the next morning before kissing me goodnight.

   I retired to my own room, and it was only then, now alone with my
thoughts, that I again struggled to control the sexual images that kept
jumping unwarranted to the fore.

   I tossed and turned for some time before finally reaching for my phone.

   "Hey, Madison, you still awake?"

   "Yes, hun, why?  What's up?"

   "I know it's late, but would you be up for a quick Zoom session?  I can
Venmo you the funds."

   To her credit, Madison understood the situation immediately.

   "Sure, Daddy.  ðŸ~0/0 Couldn't get enough of me, huh?"

   *****

   "I still don't understand why we couldn't just go to the beach closer to
home," I grumbled as I trudged along the long, sandy pathway between the
dunes.

   "Oh, stop complaining," said Leah.  "Trust me, this beach is so much
nicer, and far less crowded with kids and tourists."

   As we crested the dune, the pathway opened up to a view of the beach,
the bright blue of the ocean off in the distance.

   Just at the end of the path was a sign: "ATTENTION: CLOTHING OPTIONAL
BEACH.  BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY SEE NUDE SUNBATHERS."

   I should have known.

   Leah caught my look before I could open my mouth to object.  "Look, just
give it a chance.  It's not what you think.  There's no orgies, no
swingers, no sex.  It's just a beach, like any other beach.  Except here,
people are allowed to be naked."

   I sighed in frustration.  "Yeah, but I didn't agree to this, Leah.  I've
indulged your desire to be a nudist at home, but now you're putting me in a
position where..."

   "Relax," she interrupted.  "You don't HAVE to get naked if you don't
want to.  But maybe once you see how it's not a big deal here, you'll be
more comfortable with the idea."

   Leah continued walking, turning back to me when she realized I wasn't
moving.  "Look, I'm sorry.  If I told you ahead of time, you wouldn't have
agreed.  But you're here now.  So I suppose you need to decide if you're
coming, or gonna go sit in the car all day.  Your choice."

   Resigned, I followed her lead.

   Leah was correct; the beach was far less crowded than the usual places
we'd frequented.  No screaming kids, no noisy families.

   The few people I spotted as we made our way towards the water were
older, many appearing around my age.

   Everyone was spaced out with a respectful distance from each other,
which I was happy about.  Although we did pass several along the way as
Leah searched for our own spot to claim.

   The first people I saw up close were an elderly couple, both heavy set,
both prone on their blanket.  They looked like any other couple one might
see on a beach, except of course that their asses were fully exposed.

   Opposite them were another couple, perhaps in their forties at a glance.
While the man was on his stomach on a towel, the woman beside him was
sitting in a beach chair, reading a book.

   Her breasts were spectacular.  Whoever her plastic surgeon was, he'd
earned every penny.  I had to tear my eyes away so as not to be caught
gawking.

   Leah finally chose a spot and I gratefully plunked down the cooler and
beach bag I'd been carrying our supplies in.

   The day was still early, but already hot.  Leah quickly removed the
light coverall she wore over her bikini.  But of course that didn't stay on
long either.  She was naked in moments.

   "Such a beautiful day," she chirped happily.  "The water looks amazing!
Gonna go for a swim.  Wanna join me?"

   "Maybe in a few."

   I tried not to stare at Leah's swaying bum as she jogged off to jump in
the surf.

   Instead I spread the blanket out, then found the sunscreen.  I'd kept up
with my tan at our pool enough to not worry about burning too much, but
wanted to be cautious.

   Peeling off my shirt, I lotioned myself thoroughly.

   I felt awkward being the only person still wearing a suit.  Several
people wandered by, of various genders, shapes and ages.  None of them so
much as looked my way, and I tried to return that favor.  Still, it was
difficult not to look directly at the variety of genitalia.

   Leah returned a few minutes later, and I found myself again grateful for
the sunglasses I wore, because I couldn't help but stare as she approached;
nude, dripping wet, a vision of pure beauty and, I realized, innocence.

   She was my daughter.  Not some stranger, not some female friend or
coworker I might secretly harbor sexual thoughts about or imagine what they
might look like under their attire.

   For the first time since she'd walked into the kitchen naked three days
ago, I started to think that I'd not just be able to tolerate her nudity,
but fully accept it.

   Leah sat beside me, her smile as bright as the sun above as she toweled
herself dry.  "The water is perfect!  You really should try it!"

   I returned her smile.  "I will soon.  Think I'm just gonna enjoy the sun
and fresh air for a moment."

   Allowing my eyes to again wander the area, I watched as the other
nudists would pass us by.

   Again, most of them never so much as looked our way.

   I did catch a few of the men stealing glimpses at Leah as they passed
by. And I suppose I couldn't blame them, really.  She was the youngest and
most attractive woman on the beach.

   I was only offended as much as any father would be at seeing a man check
out his daughter.  But I also realized they'd be doing the same thing on a
regular beach with her in a bikini.

   Men are men; we can't help but look sometimes.

   But no one leered.  No rude or suggestive comments offered.

   As one couple passed us by, the woman, who was quite fit and curvaceous,
glanced my way and offered a friendly smile and nod.

   While I of course admired her naked beauty, I impressed myself by merely
returning her silent greeting and not lingering on her body as she
continued along with her man.

   Everyone around me looked so relaxed, so comfortable, so completely free
of self conscious worry about their appearance, or their complete exposure.

   Feeling inspired, I decided it was time to truly test myself.

   I stood and untied the strings of my suit.  I hesitated only a moment,
taking a deep, calming breath, before sliding them down and kicking them
off.

   Leah watched from the blanket, grinning up at me as I stood there, naked
to the world.  "How's it feel?"

   I considered her question a moment before answering.  "Liberating."

   Feeling impulsive, I ran off towards the water.  It was cold,
refreshing, and glorious.

   I splashed around for several minutes, enjoying my newfound freedom.

   My self consciousness kicked in again slightly once I left the water to
return to our blanket.  The chill had left my penis rather withdrawn and
shriveled, and I suddenly felt like everyone on the beach was secretly
laughing at how tiny it currently appeared, despite the fact not one person
was actually looking at me.

   I quickly pushed those fears aside.  This wasn't about sex, and I had
nothing to prove to anyone.  I was confident enough in my manhood, and it's
not like I was there to impress women anyway.

   Rejoining Leah on the blanket, I reapplied the sunscreen, making sure to
get the bits and pieces normally covered by my bathing suit as well,
although I did keep the towel over me as I did so.

   But once lotioned, I put the towel aside and lay on my back beside her,
enjoying the feel of the sun on my naked body.

   Later, I joined Leah when she again wanted to cool off in the water.

   We swam together, talking and playfully splashing, and despite the
bounce of her breasts and hardness of her nipples from the chill, I no
longer looked at her nudity as a sexual thing.

   Nor did I worry about her seeing my penis.  It was just another body
part, one that meant nothing to her in the context of our relationship. 
Other than it being the thing that helped create her, I suppose.

   By the end of the day, I wasn't thinking about being naked at all.

   And it was with some reluctance that I put my suit back on to leave.

   After an early dinner at an outdoor cafÃ(C), we arrived home.  Sweaty,
more than a little sandy, but happy.

   "Thank you for a lovely day, Daddy." Leah kissed me on the cheek. 
"Gonna go shower.  Maybe after, we can play some chess, if you're
interested."

   "I'd love to, princess."

   As I washed myself off in my own bathroom, I thought back on our day. 
My mind wandered as it often did in the shower, images flashing through my
mind.

   How clear the sky had been.  How the sun reflected off the water.

   How happy Leah had looked as we swam together, bouncing playfully in the
surf.

   The beautiful tits on that brunette sitting across from us.  But not
nearly as beautiful as my daughter's full, natural ones.

   Leah's tight, round ass, as she lay on the blanket, her legs kicking in
the air while she texted a friend.

   The quick glance I'd taken at her plump vulva peeking out from between
them, her delicate labia glistening with lotion and...

   My cock was hard.  I'd been stroking it without realizing it.

   "Fuck!  What am I doing?"

   I was angry and disgusted with myself.  I'd managed to go the whole day
without once thinking about my daughter sexually, but now here I was,
jerking off to my mental images of her.

   I'd thought I'd gotten past that.  But apparently, it wasn't so easy.

   Determined, I shunted my taboo thoughts aside.  My cock fought me for a
few minutes, refusing to go soft, but eventually gave up when it understood
I'd no longer feed its fantasy.

   Finished my shower, I returned downstairs to find Leah in the family
room, setting up the chessboard.

   She looked confused as I entered.  "You're dressed?  I kinda thought
you'd gotten past your discomfort."

   I joined her at the table.  "Look, Leah.  I really did enjoy myself
today.  I understand it a little more now, so thank you.  But I still, I
don't know...  now that it's just you and me, alone, it still feels a
little weird to me.  Not you being naked, I can handle that now.  And maybe
at the pool, or if we go to the beach again, but..."

   "Hey, it's okay," she smiled.  "I understand.  Baby steps.  Go at your
own pace."

   We chatted amicably during our game, Leah telling me more about her
adventures overseas, and about her classes and plans for the upcoming
semester.

   During a break while we enjoyed some snacks, Leah looked suddenly
nervous.

   "Um, I wanted to ask you about something.  I have a...  friend.  Elise.
We met at the villa in France.  She's in town, and wanted to come by to
visit tomorrow, if that's okay?"

   "Of course, your friends are always welcome here."

   "She's..." Leah blushed furiously, struggling to speak.

   Call it intuition, but I suddenly understood.  "It's okay, Leah.  Just
say what's on your mind."

   "She's more than just a friend, Dad," Leah managed.  "She's my... 
we're..."

   I took her hand.  "Leah, you don't have to explain.  I understand.  I
look forward to meeting her."

   "Really?" Leah let out an audible sigh of relief.  "Thank you, Daddy.  I
was so worried about what you'd think of me.  That you'd...  disapprove."

   "Oh, Leah," I smiled.  "Look, I know I haven't always been the best
father.  But don't ever think I won't accept you for who you are.  Hell,
I've learned to accept your nudist lifestyle.  What makes you think I
wouldn't be able to accept your girlfriend?"

   Leah looked close to tears.  "I just...  I didn't think you wouldn't
accept it.  But I...  worried."

   "Seriously?" I chuckled.  "You didn't think twice to worry about me
accepting your nudism before walking into the kitchen, but you worried
about me accepting your sexuality?"

   That brought a smile back to her face.  "You're right.  And I'm sorry
about that.  It was pretty...  drastic.  But I've been wanting to tell you
I'm gay for a long time.  I think maybe it was my way of, I dunno, testing
the waters or something."

   "Oh, I'm far less shocked about you being gay than being a nudist," I
laughed.  "And it certainly won't be as difficult an adjustment for me."

   "Well, it might be," Leah grinned.  "Because, I hate to break it to you,
Dad, but Elise is a nudist too."

   My smile remained, even as I shook my head softly.  "I suppose I
shouldn't be the least bit surprised by that.  It's fine.  I'll deal with
it.  And I promise to try not to leer at her.  But just do me one favor.  I
understand she's your girlfriend.  Just try to keep any...  physical
displays of affection...  to a minimum around me, okay?"

   Leah smiled knowingly.  "I understand.  And I promise, we won't torture
you that way."

   We both stood at the same time.  I hugged my daughter tightly, and
despite her nudity, my thoughts remained fatherly.

   "Thank you again, Daddy.  For everything."

   "Of course, princess."

   *****
Epilogue:

   Leah and Elise splashed playfully in the pool together as I watched them
through the kitchen window.

   For the most part, I'd given them their privacy, enjoying the sunshine
with them earlier for a short while before volunteering to step inside and
fix us all some lunch.

   The girls were naked, of course.

   I, however, still remained clothed.  As far as I'd come in my views on
nudism, I wasn't quite ready to flash my wares around my daughter's
beautiful young girlfriend just yet.

   As promised, I'd been respectful.  Elise had stripped almost immediately
after arriving, Leah having already informed her it was okay.

   I didn't really get a good look at her body until she and Leah had come
downstairs from the bedroom to head out to the pool.

   She was taller and thinner than Leah, her frame slender when compared to
Leah's more prominent curves.

   Still, she was lovely.  And apparently made my daughter very happy.

   I watched as they embraced in the pool, their lips meeting, kissing
playfully but with a hint of their, for now, suppressed desires.

   At least they had waited for a moment when they thought I wouldn't see
them.

   I turned away, wishing to respect their privacy, and made a show of
struggling loudly with the patio door before stepping outside to bring them
lunch.

   We ate together at the patio table, and I chatted amicably with them,
getting to know Elise a little better, before eventually excusing myself to
go back inside, with the excuse that I needed to tidy up the kitchen, then
handle a few quick emails.

   In my office, it wasn't my computer I reached for, but my phone.

   "Hey, Maddy, it's Phil.  Are you available this evening?

   Her reply, as usual, was prompt:

   "Sure thing, hun.  Same time, same place?"

   "Perfect.  See you then."

   I hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to send another message:

   "You wouldn't happen to know a friend who might join us, would you?"
   END.