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Around 10,000 words, should be around 3 or 4 pages.
This is part 1 of what will probably be, at least, a three or four part series. Parts two and three will follow shortly. This first part is a scene setter with little sex, so if that's not your thing, and I know that for many it isn't, then you probably won't want to commit to starting this.
It will also be a full and frank exploration of my, harem, free-use, lesbian piss play fantasies. Again, I know many of you aren't into that (we can't all have the same kinks), and so to save you feeling queasy you should probably avoid these stories or skip those parts.
If neither of those two things has put you off, read on and enjoy.
As always, everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
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"Fifty-nine!" I shouted as they touched the poolside, turned and kicked for home, "Last one. Come On!"
I watched as Zoe, Charms and Amy pushed hard for that final length. All three swam with the grace, power and speed of a dolphin, side by side, none acknowledging that they were actually in a race, whilst still swimming like they were.
As they touched home I declared the finishing order in quick succession, "Zoey. Amy. Charms."
Zoey raised her arms in victory whilst Charms thumped the water in an exaggerated display of disappointment.
"It wasn't a race anyway." she declared indignantly.
She was nearly right. It hadn't started as a race, just a practice swim, but after fifty-five lengths, when they were still neck and neck, it rapidly became one.
"Of course it wasn't, Charmaine. It never is when you lose, is it?" I said chuckling at her pout.
Zoey and Amy laughed easily as Charms pushed off to the far end of the pool, flapping her legs and splashing the three of us in revenge.
I reached down and helped the still giggling girls out of the water whilst Charms climbed the ladder at the other end. They all retired to their loungers and I went to mine on the opposite side of the pool. I picked up my book although I had no intention of reading it.
I folded the book across my lap and shuffled expectantly as I watched Zoey and Charms, both stunningly beautiful young women, pick up their towels.
Our dance had begun.
They were very different looking, but both oozed sexual, sensual energy that was incredibly attractive.
Zoey was by far the slimmest of the two. Her long legs were toned from years of competitive swimming and she had a delicious gap at the top of her thighs which accentuated her slight build. Her stomach was swimmers tight and that led to her prominent rib cage and barely-there teen titties. Her skin was smooth and near porcelain white, a result of her Scottish ancestry. Her long brown hair cascaded to below her shoulders and it framed her youthful face, gorgeous pout and deep brown eyes. Despite her obvious beauty, she had a slightly boyish look about her, her jaw was cutely square, her full lips wider than most and her bum fairly flat.
She had a personality that bordered on slightly aggressive and I'd seen that push people away. She'd grown up in a house with four brothers so I suspected that she needed that ability to survive. At school, she had a bit of a reputation. According to the rumours, she was the first to lose her virginity and when she was in high school it was rumoured she'd had a thing for older men and had an affair with one of the male teachers. I was keen to see if those rumours were true.
In contrast, Charmaine would be considered buxom, not large, none of them could be considered large, but she was certainly better endowed. She was blessed with dusky brown eyes, smooth olive skin, and an almond-shaped face. The bridge of her nose was sprinkled with freckles, she had kissable full soft lips, full firm breasts that sat high and proud on her chest, a generous bubble butt and a pinched waist. She looked like she had a hint of South American somewhere in her gene pool.
Charms had a poise and an elegance and a detachment that made her seem almost aloof and that just added to her allure. She acted like she thought that everyone wanted to fuck her and that was because everyone that saw her did want to fuck her. At school, she gave off an air that no one was good enough, that they were all somehow beneath her and, in most respects, she was right.
It wasn't a coincidence that they were both wearing very similar bikinis. Charms' bikini was a white strapless affair, fastened in the middle with a pair of interlocking golden Gs. It exposed the glorious valley of her breasts almost to the edges of her aureoles. Her pants sat high on her hip and were tight in all the right places, they were designed to show the perfect curve of her ass and the gorgeous mound of her pussy.
Zoe's was very similar. Her tiny black bikini bottoms were cut high and tight and her matching Gucci swim top pressed her barely-there titties tight to her chest.
Both of their ensembles looked expensive and that's because they were. They yalova escort (https://vipilanlar.net/) were far too expensive for them to have bought for themselves and so I had given them as a gift as each had turned 18. I say 'gift', but when a man buys a young woman a skimpy bikini to wear whilst they use his pool, it is more a statement of intent than a gift, and we had established early what my intent was.
Zoe stretched and smoothed her hands over her head, squeezing the water out and scraping her dark hair tight to the back of her neck. Her arched back and tight hair exaggerated her strong athletic shape. She saw me staring and smiled warmly and turned to face me so I could see her more easily. Approvingly I smiled back. She lifted one leg into her sunbed and carefully and deliberately dried it. Starting at her ankle she smoothed her towel along her smooth skin finishing high on her thigh with the edge of the towel brushing her bikini-clad pussy. She turned her back to me slightly as she dried the exposed skin of her ass cheeks. Then she repeated with her other leg, the same sensuous action, just slower more deliberate, more erotic. When she had finished, she smiled again, slipped on her sunglasses, and slid smoothly onto the lounger. In one final display, she made a play of getting comfortable, tossing her hair so that it no longer clung to her neck, adjusting her swimsuit so that it fitted her breasts perfectly, adjusting the crotch of her panties so that it was no longer stuck in the valley of her ass. She held my gaze as she lay down and crossed her legs at the ankles, we both knew that was the cue for me to look elsewhere.
We'd played this game many times and so, like a well-rehearsed ballet, my gaze drifted to Charms and that was her cue.
Charms' drying routine was every bit as erotic as Zoe's. She stood full frontal with her legs slightly apart and held my gaze. She held the pose for a few seconds to ensure she had my full attention before she used her towel to smooth and dab herself dry. She started with her breasts, pulling the cups down to the edges of her aureoles before padding at those soft rounds of gorgeousness. She lowered the waistband of her panties down her hips until her pussy was just hidden from view before moving on to her stomach and sharply legs. Every stroke, every touch drew the intensity of my gaze and, all the way through the process, she smiled invitingly, watching my every move.
They both knew that I was looking, they both knew I was turned on by having their tight young bodies so close, this was the well-rehearsed dance we performed and they knew their part well.
You see we had this arrangement, a mutually beneficial, but unspoken quid pro quo arrangement, they looked good for me and I had a good look. They knew I enjoyed watching, knew I enjoyed their displays and they knew that I would be whacking off later thinking about them. I suspected that they enjoyed the titillation of showing off to an older man, but I also knew that wasn't the main benefit to them.
I'd been born and grown up on the same council estate as Zoe and Charms. But my parents weren't the sort of people to let me get stuck in the poverty trap that seemed to hold everyone else down around us, and they'd managed to put me through university where I got a good degree in math.
I'd joined a city firm as an investment analyst and for ten years I did well for them, and for myself too. And when I say we'll, I mean very well, my final year's bonus was seven figures. Then, in very short succession my wife Kate died, my parents got ill and I grew tired of London and so I moved back to my beloved Newcastle.
I bought a rundown farm on the outskirts of Jesmond, sold most of the land and built an impressive house. I would have been about thirty-five when we moved back and Amy would have been about ten.
Amy loved Jesmond, the clean air, the open space, the house and the pool but it was important to me that she didn't grow up spoiled by my money. So from that young age, I made her work for her privileges, nothing too testing, just some light chores, but enough that she knew you had to work for the things you want. I also made sure she went to the local schools including the nearby comprehensive and that's where she met Zoe and Charms.
At the time, all three of them were swimming competitively and when they learnt that I had a pool they begged Amy to let them use it and I was only too happy to go along with that. It was a great way for her to meet new friends and it was obvious on first meeting, that Zoe and Charms were the popular kids at school and now, through association, Amy was too.
In those early days, the quid pro quo was different, I looked after them and they looked after Amy and, as a result, Amy had a great childhood. She had great friends, she had the freedom of the village but I'd made it clear to Charms and Zoe that they should keep her out of trouble, and, as far as I could tell, they had.
For Zoey and Charms, it was more than just being able to use the pool, they got to sample yalova escort bayan (https://vipilanlar.net/) the luxuries that my money allowed. They both came from one of the most deprived housing estates in Newcastle. They were from solid families, good families really, similar to mine when I was young, but they were surrounded by drugs and crime and squalor and I knew they hated it.
Zoey had it particularly hard. Her father had died when she was young and her mother had struggled to bring up four rowdy boys and a girl. Her family life must have been chaotic and unstructured and she seemed permanently skittish, it took her an age to relax around me.
However Charms was very different, and she quickly took to the lifestyle my wealth enabled. She always felt superior to the other kids on the estate and here, in my house, in my pool, she got to pretend that this was the life she was born into and that she was the lady of the manor. That initial nervousness of meeting someone new very quickly evaporated and she would strut around the pool with the confidence of someone who knew they were where they belonged.
What they did have in common though was that they both quickly realised that the nicer they were to me, the more I seemed to enjoy their company and the more I enjoyed their company, the more often they would be invited. Over the years, that niceness, that politeness, morphed into a little flirting and that was how our intricate dance started. Charms in particular was a natural flirt, every man who spent time with her would have felt the same. When she talked to you she would flick her hair, hold eye contact longer than felt appropriate and laugh and giggle infectiously, even at my terrible dad jokes. For Zoe, it had come less easily but she knew how attractive she was, she knew the power of her girly charms and knew how to use it to get what she wanted.
And so that's why every weekend, most nights and every day in the holidays they would spend their time at my house, using my pool, eating my food and drinking my booze, and afterwards, they got to return to the rundown tower block they both lived in.
As I wistfully reminisced, my eyes drifted to my beautiful Amy. Amelia was very much her mother's daughter and she'd grown into a beautiful woman and very much reminded me of how her mother looked at the same age. She was a full-on English rose of a beauty. Slightly wavy strawberry blond hair that she wore loose and floaty around her shoulders. Her pale skin tinged with a hint of pink made her look permanently flushed. Her body was every bit as tight as the others, her breasts like half oranges sat high on her chest and, as pretty as Charms was, Amy was prettier.
As she started to dry herself I found myself glancing across. Of course, there was no suggestion that the game I played with Charmaine and Zoe would ever extend to Amy but, as my eyes naturally drifted to her, she gave me a knowing but loving smile. She raised a questioning eyebrow and in response, I shrugged and nodded towards the other girls as if to say 'this is how it is', she nodded back secretly acknowledging the arrangement.
Amy knew all about the game that Zoe, Charms and I played and she'd given enough indications that she didn't hate us for it. In fact, the opposite was true, and she seemed to actively encourage it at every turn. She invited them to our home whenever the opportunity arose and once they had gone she would openly talk about how attractive they both were. She seemed to be trying to push us closer to encourage me to see them as more than just her friends, and I did nothing to dissuade that.
Whilst we had never actually spoken about the dynamics of our dance we all understood the expectations. We all understood that when they'd turned eighteen, once they were women, things might move on to more than just furtive glances and teenage flirtation. That had been a few months ago and whilst that had turned the flirtation up a couple of notches, nothing else had changed.
But change was definitely in the offing and Amy was the catalyst for that change.
All three of them had finished the sixth form in June. Zoe and Charms had got local jobs but, in a week's time, Amy was moving 100 miles away to study at university, and that was going to change everything. Suddenly there was no reason for them to be here, no Amy to hang with, no excuse to stay and flirt with her middle-aged dad and so, if this wasn't going to come to an end, something would have to change, and quickly.
At work, I was used to analysing risk and reward and this situation was no different. If we did nothing, the obvious risk was that this would all stop and I'd lose my source of titillation and fantasy and instead I'd have to rely on masturbating to internet porn. For the girls, other than when Amy returned from university, they would lose their pool privileges and spend the rest of their evenings and weekends in their run-down flats with their bonkers families. I don't think any of us would be happy with that scenario.
On the other hand, escort yalova (https://vipilanlar.net/) given a bit of gentle nudging and some nurturing, perhaps this relationship could blossom and we would become more than just flirtatious partners in a poolside dance. Of course, that meant me making the first move and that risked my penchant for young women being exposed and the shame that it would bring. A complex balance I'm sure you can agree.
I'd been mulling on this for a couple of days and I'd hit on the idea of signaling my intentions by 'upgrading' their bikinis from sexy to downright filthy. It seemed like a fairly low-risk approach to escalation, one that gave me plausible deniability should they react badly. I mean, I could always feign surprise and shock. "Oh I'm sorry," I could say, "I didn't realise that it showed off your nipples when I saw them on the internet."
So that night after Amy had gone to her room, I fired up my computer and searched for the sexiest bikinis I could find. There was quite a range and as I browsed some incredibly erotic sites and I started to respond as I imagined what the girls would look like wearing them.
After a while I knew I would have to relieve my growing need and tend to my almost painfully engorged cock and, whilst the young women on the underwear sites were attractive and had got my libido humming nicely, I have a rather esoteric taste in porn. I logged onto a specialist subscription-only site that specialises in women pissing on each other that I frequent rather more than I would want to admit.
I was absentmindedly pleasuring my cock, flicking between the swimsuit sites and the lesbian piss-porn and so didn't hear Amy until she was nearly upon me. Just in time, I managed to get my cock away but I didn't manage to close the page of bikini-clad beauties before she walked in.
"Hi Dad," she said brightly.
"Hi Amy," I responded rather nervously.
Attracted by the bright sea and sand she leaned closer to the screen for a better look. "Oooo Dad, what are you looking at?"
I don't know what she thought I was doing, planning a holiday or buying her a present perhaps, but as soon as she realised what I was looking at, there was an awkward silence.
"I err... I," I mumbled as my eyes flashed between the main screen full of semi-naked beauties and the tab at the top for VIPissy, hoping beyond hope that she didn't look at that. I was desperate to close it down but I knew there was no way of doing that without it flashing on the screen and revealing my dirty secret.
Slowly the penny dropped as she realised what I was doing.
"Are you looking for a new bikini for Charms and Zoe?"
"Err, yes" I replied, emphasising my surprise that she'd guessed right and hoping that might satisfy her curiosity and let her leave.
I cursed my luck as the exact opposite happened and her interest piqued and she moved closer for a better look.
"Which ones are you thinking of buying?", she asked as she scanned the page.
"Err, this one for Zoe," I said, as I clicked on an image of a tiny black thing made out of string, "and this one blue one for Charms."
"Mmm, really?" she mused.
"What, you don't agree?"
"No, not really," she said as she took the mouse from me and clicked back to the black stringy thing, "look at the model she's got a massive pair of tits, that's why this looks so good on her, and this one," she clicked on the blue one, "blue just wouldn't work with Charms' skin colour."
"Err, OK, what would you go for then?"
"Well not these, they wouldn't be comfortable in these."
"I wasn't going for comfortable," I laughed, trying to make a joke to hide my embarrassment.
"I know you weren't," she flatly acknowledged, as if this was the most natural conversation in the world, "but they need to be right and these aren't, not for those two. I mean look at them, they're £15 each, can you really see them getting comfortable in cheap bikinis after what they're used to."
She dismissively nudged me sideways and slid her chair in front of the computer and started scrolling through the various images.
"Look, this one would be much better for Charms." She clicked on an image of a model wearing a cream crochet bikini.
"Yeah that's nice, but not really what I was going for," I said, the disappointment in my voice was obvious.
"Really?"
She zoomed into the image and I suddenly realised just how much was revealed by the wide knit material. "Charms has really dark nipples, they'll show up great through this top, and" she scrolled to the bottom of the picture and zoomed into the model's pussy, "these bottoms won't hide much."
She clicked on another image and a picture of a tall skinny girl popped up wearing a cream microkini.
"And this one, this one is much better for Zoe. You see how narrow the gusset is, Zoe has quite a wide gap between the top of her thighs, and this thin strip of material probably won't fill it. It will just about cover her vagina but not much else."
Hearing my daughter talk this way had an unexpectedly powerful effect. The shock of nearly being caught had shrunken my ardour and my cock, but the casual way she discussed their sexes was incredibly erotic and I felt myself responding.
This is part 1 of what will probably be, at least, a three or four part series. Parts two and three will follow shortly. This first part is a scene setter with little sex, so if that's not your thing, and I know that for many it isn't, then you probably won't want to commit to starting this.
It will also be a full and frank exploration of my, harem, free-use, lesbian piss play fantasies. Again, I know many of you aren't into that (we can't all have the same kinks), and so to save you feeling queasy you should probably avoid these stories or skip those parts.
If neither of those two things has put you off, read on and enjoy.
As always, everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
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"Fifty-nine!" I shouted as they touched the poolside, turned and kicked for home, "Last one. Come On!"
I watched as Zoe, Charms and Amy pushed hard for that final length. All three swam with the grace, power and speed of a dolphin, side by side, none acknowledging that they were actually in a race, whilst still swimming like they were.
As they touched home I declared the finishing order in quick succession, "Zoey. Amy. Charms."
Zoey raised her arms in victory whilst Charms thumped the water in an exaggerated display of disappointment.
"It wasn't a race anyway." she declared indignantly.
She was nearly right. It hadn't started as a race, just a practice swim, but after fifty-five lengths, when they were still neck and neck, it rapidly became one.
"Of course it wasn't, Charmaine. It never is when you lose, is it?" I said chuckling at her pout.
Zoey and Amy laughed easily as Charms pushed off to the far end of the pool, flapping her legs and splashing the three of us in revenge.
I reached down and helped the still giggling girls out of the water whilst Charms climbed the ladder at the other end. They all retired to their loungers and I went to mine on the opposite side of the pool. I picked up my book although I had no intention of reading it.
I folded the book across my lap and shuffled expectantly as I watched Zoey and Charms, both stunningly beautiful young women, pick up their towels.
Our dance had begun.
They were very different looking, but both oozed sexual, sensual energy that was incredibly attractive.
Zoey was by far the slimmest of the two. Her long legs were toned from years of competitive swimming and she had a delicious gap at the top of her thighs which accentuated her slight build. Her stomach was swimmers tight and that led to her prominent rib cage and barely-there teen titties. Her skin was smooth and near porcelain white, a result of her Scottish ancestry. Her long brown hair cascaded to below her shoulders and it framed her youthful face, gorgeous pout and deep brown eyes. Despite her obvious beauty, she had a slightly boyish look about her, her jaw was cutely square, her full lips wider than most and her bum fairly flat.
She had a personality that bordered on slightly aggressive and I'd seen that push people away. She'd grown up in a house with four brothers so I suspected that she needed that ability to survive. At school, she had a bit of a reputation. According to the rumours, she was the first to lose her virginity and when she was in high school it was rumoured she'd had a thing for older men and had an affair with one of the male teachers. I was keen to see if those rumours were true.
In contrast, Charmaine would be considered buxom, not large, none of them could be considered large, but she was certainly better endowed. She was blessed with dusky brown eyes, smooth olive skin, and an almond-shaped face. The bridge of her nose was sprinkled with freckles, she had kissable full soft lips, full firm breasts that sat high and proud on her chest, a generous bubble butt and a pinched waist. She looked like she had a hint of South American somewhere in her gene pool.
Charms had a poise and an elegance and a detachment that made her seem almost aloof and that just added to her allure. She acted like she thought that everyone wanted to fuck her and that was because everyone that saw her did want to fuck her. At school, she gave off an air that no one was good enough, that they were all somehow beneath her and, in most respects, she was right.
It wasn't a coincidence that they were both wearing very similar bikinis. Charms' bikini was a white strapless affair, fastened in the middle with a pair of interlocking golden Gs. It exposed the glorious valley of her breasts almost to the edges of her aureoles. Her pants sat high on her hip and were tight in all the right places, they were designed to show the perfect curve of her ass and the gorgeous mound of her pussy.
Zoe's was very similar. Her tiny black bikini bottoms were cut high and tight and her matching Gucci swim top pressed her barely-there titties tight to her chest.
Both of their ensembles looked expensive and that's because they were. They yalova escort (https://vipilanlar.net/) were far too expensive for them to have bought for themselves and so I had given them as a gift as each had turned 18. I say 'gift', but when a man buys a young woman a skimpy bikini to wear whilst they use his pool, it is more a statement of intent than a gift, and we had established early what my intent was.
Zoe stretched and smoothed her hands over her head, squeezing the water out and scraping her dark hair tight to the back of her neck. Her arched back and tight hair exaggerated her strong athletic shape. She saw me staring and smiled warmly and turned to face me so I could see her more easily. Approvingly I smiled back. She lifted one leg into her sunbed and carefully and deliberately dried it. Starting at her ankle she smoothed her towel along her smooth skin finishing high on her thigh with the edge of the towel brushing her bikini-clad pussy. She turned her back to me slightly as she dried the exposed skin of her ass cheeks. Then she repeated with her other leg, the same sensuous action, just slower more deliberate, more erotic. When she had finished, she smiled again, slipped on her sunglasses, and slid smoothly onto the lounger. In one final display, she made a play of getting comfortable, tossing her hair so that it no longer clung to her neck, adjusting her swimsuit so that it fitted her breasts perfectly, adjusting the crotch of her panties so that it was no longer stuck in the valley of her ass. She held my gaze as she lay down and crossed her legs at the ankles, we both knew that was the cue for me to look elsewhere.
We'd played this game many times and so, like a well-rehearsed ballet, my gaze drifted to Charms and that was her cue.
Charms' drying routine was every bit as erotic as Zoe's. She stood full frontal with her legs slightly apart and held my gaze. She held the pose for a few seconds to ensure she had my full attention before she used her towel to smooth and dab herself dry. She started with her breasts, pulling the cups down to the edges of her aureoles before padding at those soft rounds of gorgeousness. She lowered the waistband of her panties down her hips until her pussy was just hidden from view before moving on to her stomach and sharply legs. Every stroke, every touch drew the intensity of my gaze and, all the way through the process, she smiled invitingly, watching my every move.
They both knew that I was looking, they both knew I was turned on by having their tight young bodies so close, this was the well-rehearsed dance we performed and they knew their part well.
You see we had this arrangement, a mutually beneficial, but unspoken quid pro quo arrangement, they looked good for me and I had a good look. They knew I enjoyed watching, knew I enjoyed their displays and they knew that I would be whacking off later thinking about them. I suspected that they enjoyed the titillation of showing off to an older man, but I also knew that wasn't the main benefit to them.
I'd been born and grown up on the same council estate as Zoe and Charms. But my parents weren't the sort of people to let me get stuck in the poverty trap that seemed to hold everyone else down around us, and they'd managed to put me through university where I got a good degree in math.
I'd joined a city firm as an investment analyst and for ten years I did well for them, and for myself too. And when I say we'll, I mean very well, my final year's bonus was seven figures. Then, in very short succession my wife Kate died, my parents got ill and I grew tired of London and so I moved back to my beloved Newcastle.
I bought a rundown farm on the outskirts of Jesmond, sold most of the land and built an impressive house. I would have been about thirty-five when we moved back and Amy would have been about ten.
Amy loved Jesmond, the clean air, the open space, the house and the pool but it was important to me that she didn't grow up spoiled by my money. So from that young age, I made her work for her privileges, nothing too testing, just some light chores, but enough that she knew you had to work for the things you want. I also made sure she went to the local schools including the nearby comprehensive and that's where she met Zoe and Charms.
At the time, all three of them were swimming competitively and when they learnt that I had a pool they begged Amy to let them use it and I was only too happy to go along with that. It was a great way for her to meet new friends and it was obvious on first meeting, that Zoe and Charms were the popular kids at school and now, through association, Amy was too.
In those early days, the quid pro quo was different, I looked after them and they looked after Amy and, as a result, Amy had a great childhood. She had great friends, she had the freedom of the village but I'd made it clear to Charms and Zoe that they should keep her out of trouble, and, as far as I could tell, they had.
For Zoey and Charms, it was more than just being able to use the pool, they got to sample yalova escort bayan (https://vipilanlar.net/) the luxuries that my money allowed. They both came from one of the most deprived housing estates in Newcastle. They were from solid families, good families really, similar to mine when I was young, but they were surrounded by drugs and crime and squalor and I knew they hated it.
Zoey had it particularly hard. Her father had died when she was young and her mother had struggled to bring up four rowdy boys and a girl. Her family life must have been chaotic and unstructured and she seemed permanently skittish, it took her an age to relax around me.
However Charms was very different, and she quickly took to the lifestyle my wealth enabled. She always felt superior to the other kids on the estate and here, in my house, in my pool, she got to pretend that this was the life she was born into and that she was the lady of the manor. That initial nervousness of meeting someone new very quickly evaporated and she would strut around the pool with the confidence of someone who knew they were where they belonged.
What they did have in common though was that they both quickly realised that the nicer they were to me, the more I seemed to enjoy their company and the more I enjoyed their company, the more often they would be invited. Over the years, that niceness, that politeness, morphed into a little flirting and that was how our intricate dance started. Charms in particular was a natural flirt, every man who spent time with her would have felt the same. When she talked to you she would flick her hair, hold eye contact longer than felt appropriate and laugh and giggle infectiously, even at my terrible dad jokes. For Zoe, it had come less easily but she knew how attractive she was, she knew the power of her girly charms and knew how to use it to get what she wanted.
And so that's why every weekend, most nights and every day in the holidays they would spend their time at my house, using my pool, eating my food and drinking my booze, and afterwards, they got to return to the rundown tower block they both lived in.
As I wistfully reminisced, my eyes drifted to my beautiful Amy. Amelia was very much her mother's daughter and she'd grown into a beautiful woman and very much reminded me of how her mother looked at the same age. She was a full-on English rose of a beauty. Slightly wavy strawberry blond hair that she wore loose and floaty around her shoulders. Her pale skin tinged with a hint of pink made her look permanently flushed. Her body was every bit as tight as the others, her breasts like half oranges sat high on her chest and, as pretty as Charms was, Amy was prettier.
As she started to dry herself I found myself glancing across. Of course, there was no suggestion that the game I played with Charmaine and Zoe would ever extend to Amy but, as my eyes naturally drifted to her, she gave me a knowing but loving smile. She raised a questioning eyebrow and in response, I shrugged and nodded towards the other girls as if to say 'this is how it is', she nodded back secretly acknowledging the arrangement.
Amy knew all about the game that Zoe, Charms and I played and she'd given enough indications that she didn't hate us for it. In fact, the opposite was true, and she seemed to actively encourage it at every turn. She invited them to our home whenever the opportunity arose and once they had gone she would openly talk about how attractive they both were. She seemed to be trying to push us closer to encourage me to see them as more than just her friends, and I did nothing to dissuade that.
Whilst we had never actually spoken about the dynamics of our dance we all understood the expectations. We all understood that when they'd turned eighteen, once they were women, things might move on to more than just furtive glances and teenage flirtation. That had been a few months ago and whilst that had turned the flirtation up a couple of notches, nothing else had changed.
But change was definitely in the offing and Amy was the catalyst for that change.
All three of them had finished the sixth form in June. Zoe and Charms had got local jobs but, in a week's time, Amy was moving 100 miles away to study at university, and that was going to change everything. Suddenly there was no reason for them to be here, no Amy to hang with, no excuse to stay and flirt with her middle-aged dad and so, if this wasn't going to come to an end, something would have to change, and quickly.
At work, I was used to analysing risk and reward and this situation was no different. If we did nothing, the obvious risk was that this would all stop and I'd lose my source of titillation and fantasy and instead I'd have to rely on masturbating to internet porn. For the girls, other than when Amy returned from university, they would lose their pool privileges and spend the rest of their evenings and weekends in their run-down flats with their bonkers families. I don't think any of us would be happy with that scenario.
On the other hand, escort yalova (https://vipilanlar.net/) given a bit of gentle nudging and some nurturing, perhaps this relationship could blossom and we would become more than just flirtatious partners in a poolside dance. Of course, that meant me making the first move and that risked my penchant for young women being exposed and the shame that it would bring. A complex balance I'm sure you can agree.
I'd been mulling on this for a couple of days and I'd hit on the idea of signaling my intentions by 'upgrading' their bikinis from sexy to downright filthy. It seemed like a fairly low-risk approach to escalation, one that gave me plausible deniability should they react badly. I mean, I could always feign surprise and shock. "Oh I'm sorry," I could say, "I didn't realise that it showed off your nipples when I saw them on the internet."
So that night after Amy had gone to her room, I fired up my computer and searched for the sexiest bikinis I could find. There was quite a range and as I browsed some incredibly erotic sites and I started to respond as I imagined what the girls would look like wearing them.
After a while I knew I would have to relieve my growing need and tend to my almost painfully engorged cock and, whilst the young women on the underwear sites were attractive and had got my libido humming nicely, I have a rather esoteric taste in porn. I logged onto a specialist subscription-only site that specialises in women pissing on each other that I frequent rather more than I would want to admit.
I was absentmindedly pleasuring my cock, flicking between the swimsuit sites and the lesbian piss-porn and so didn't hear Amy until she was nearly upon me. Just in time, I managed to get my cock away but I didn't manage to close the page of bikini-clad beauties before she walked in.
"Hi Dad," she said brightly.
"Hi Amy," I responded rather nervously.
Attracted by the bright sea and sand she leaned closer to the screen for a better look. "Oooo Dad, what are you looking at?"
I don't know what she thought I was doing, planning a holiday or buying her a present perhaps, but as soon as she realised what I was looking at, there was an awkward silence.
"I err... I," I mumbled as my eyes flashed between the main screen full of semi-naked beauties and the tab at the top for VIPissy, hoping beyond hope that she didn't look at that. I was desperate to close it down but I knew there was no way of doing that without it flashing on the screen and revealing my dirty secret.
Slowly the penny dropped as she realised what I was doing.
"Are you looking for a new bikini for Charms and Zoe?"
"Err, yes" I replied, emphasising my surprise that she'd guessed right and hoping that might satisfy her curiosity and let her leave.
I cursed my luck as the exact opposite happened and her interest piqued and she moved closer for a better look.
"Which ones are you thinking of buying?", she asked as she scanned the page.
"Err, this one for Zoe," I said, as I clicked on an image of a tiny black thing made out of string, "and this one blue one for Charms."
"Mmm, really?" she mused.
"What, you don't agree?"
"No, not really," she said as she took the mouse from me and clicked back to the black stringy thing, "look at the model she's got a massive pair of tits, that's why this looks so good on her, and this one," she clicked on the blue one, "blue just wouldn't work with Charms' skin colour."
"Err, OK, what would you go for then?"
"Well not these, they wouldn't be comfortable in these."
"I wasn't going for comfortable," I laughed, trying to make a joke to hide my embarrassment.
"I know you weren't," she flatly acknowledged, as if this was the most natural conversation in the world, "but they need to be right and these aren't, not for those two. I mean look at them, they're £15 each, can you really see them getting comfortable in cheap bikinis after what they're used to."
She dismissively nudged me sideways and slid her chair in front of the computer and started scrolling through the various images.
"Look, this one would be much better for Charms." She clicked on an image of a model wearing a cream crochet bikini.
"Yeah that's nice, but not really what I was going for," I said, the disappointment in my voice was obvious.
"Really?"
She zoomed into the image and I suddenly realised just how much was revealed by the wide knit material. "Charms has really dark nipples, they'll show up great through this top, and" she scrolled to the bottom of the picture and zoomed into the model's pussy, "these bottoms won't hide much."
She clicked on another image and a picture of a tall skinny girl popped up wearing a cream microkini.
"And this one, this one is much better for Zoe. You see how narrow the gusset is, Zoe has quite a wide gap between the top of her thighs, and this thin strip of material probably won't fill it. It will just about cover her vagina but not much else."
Hearing my daughter talk this way had an unexpectedly powerful effect. The shock of nearly being caught had shrunken my ardour and my cock, but the casual way she discussed their sexes was incredibly erotic and I felt myself responding.