Grabbing a towel, I take a seat under a shady tree off in the distance. Reclining on the pool chair in just a pair of blue swim shorts and sunglasses, I watch you as you do your laps. By the time I arrive, you're already almost done but it isn't really my intention to join you in the pool. I'm not here to swim, not today.

Besides the two of us, there is another couple on the pool side, happily browning like cookies under the sun. Two teenage girls, sisters by the looks of it, are splashing around in the shallow end. That was it. No lifeguard, no cleaners, no gardeners in sight. Not unexpected for a Sunday morning in this quiet neighbourhood.

Pulling out a book from my bag, I relax as I open it up. The cool morning breeze ruffles my short dark hair. Tinted lenses hide the gaze of my dark brown eyes as they fix on you instead of the page open before me. As you break the surface, the water ripples across the pool, the bright sun glinting off the surface, throwing shards of light across the walls nearby.

Patiently I watch you, keeping my hunger in check.

Finally, your hand shoots out of the water to grab the edge of the pool and you pull your goggles off, panting. Catching your breath for a few moments, I see you spot me and smile. I don't respond. Using the ladder at the side, you leave the pool and head for the locker room, presumably for a shower. We'd planned brunch after your swim after all.

Putting everything away, I slip on my slippers and get to my feet. There is a single entrance to the locker rooms which then split into mens on the left and ladies on the right. With a quick glance around to make sure everyone else was preoccupied, I go right.

Taking care to ensure my footsteps are as silent as possible, I follow the trail of wet footprints till I see you at the end of the last row of lockers. It is a dead end, surrounded by lockers on three sides with a long bench in the middle running the length of the section. I stand at the only exit.

You are facing away from me, the pink straps of your two piece swim suit crisscrossing your back sure to leave an interesting tan pattern on your skin. A towel is wrapped around your short hair and you are busy with something inside the open locker.

Quietly, I come up behind you. You must have sensed something because you start to turn just as I grab your arms, pulling them behind your back and pinning you against the locker beside yours with my body. Just in time, I manage to slap my hand over your mouth and whisper in your ear, "calm down, kitten." I can feel you relax slightly in my grip and exhale shakily through your nose.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?" I ask to which you nod. Slowly, I release the hand on your mouth. "Good. You've got to stay quiet, okay?" Again you nod. Spotting your panties in your open bag, I grab them, binding your wrists behind your back. Satisfied that the knot is tight, I unclip the clasp between your breasts. My fingertips trace lightly up your arms which sends a shiver through you. They slip under the straps on your shoulders and I slowly pull them down. The wet fabric peels off your skin until it's bunched around your wrists.

"D-daddy," you whisper your protest. I'd talked about it before, teased you with the idea, but this is the first time I'd actually bared you in such a public place. "Shh-shhh. Trust me, kitten," I reassure you. My hands slide over your wet skin, cupping your small breasts. Firmly, my fingers begin kneading your firm flesh and pulling your body against mine. Gently, I tug on your already hard nipples, eliciting a moan from your lips.

I can hear your breath quickening and your heart racing. As I begin rolling the hard nubbins betwen my fingertips. A louder moan escapes you. I am tempted to shush you but I must admit it turned me on so much hearing you. Between your plump ass cheeks, you'd be able to feel my cock filling, parting them as I get harder.

Keeping one hand on your nipple, I slide the other downwards. Between your breasts, down your sternum to your flat tummy. I pause to trace your little navel before continuing down to little bows on the sides of your swimsuit. Giving them a quick tug, the garment falls to the floor betwen your feet, baring you completely. "Daddy, no," you protest a bit louder.

"Hush, kitten. Relax. Try to enjoy it," I say in your ear as my fingers part your pussy lips. They are already slightly moist, and not from the pool. "Hmmmm," you almost purr as I find your favourite spot. I smile.

Leaning down, I nibble gently at your ear as I work the little nub between your legs, occasionally dipping lower to collect some of your own juices to smear against it. I lightly pepper kisses across your cheek, and down your neck as my fingers move faster, my other hand never leaving your nipples alone. Before long, I feel your legs begin to shake and I know you're close.

Abruptly, I stop. "Nooooo. Don't stoppp," you whine. It's as if you'd forgotten where we were. Reaching between us, I drop my shorts and kick them to the side.

"I think it's my turn, kitten," I say turning you around and pushing you to your knees. You drop down before me but I catch you hesitating for a moment, looking around, listening. The only sound is from the fans above us.

"Yes, daddy," you say obediently as you shuffle forward slightly on your knees, hands still behind your back. You surprise me when you lean a little further, using your tongue to lick at my balls. Taking one into your mouth, you suck on it gently before repeating the action with the other side. A little groan rumbles in my throat when I feel the slight sharpness of your teeth against my tender skin. It made me feel so vulnerable but somehow is such a turn on.

You release them with one last lick. Slowly the tip of your wet tongue makes its way up my shaft, tracing the thick veins just under the skin. Once at the tip, your soft lips quickly wrap around it and you suck gently just like I'd taught you. As your lips slide down, the foreskin peels back and your tongue circles my sensitive head. A drop of precum oozes out the tip and you lap it up with a smile. You knew how that just drove me crazy. "Urghh."

Your head begins bobbing rhythmically as you work more and more of my shaft into your mouth. Eventually, I feel my head bump against the back. Without missing a beat, you make a little adjustment and swallow my whole length entirely as your lips slide down to rest against my base. I'm unable to keep it in any longer as I moan, "oh, fuck."

I wrap my hands in your hair and begin thrusting my hips, fucking your warm, wet throat. You just sit on your heels and allow me to take control. "Mmphh, look at you being such a little slut for me in the middle of the locker room. Hmm?" I hear you gag a little and moan in response, the vibrations and tightening of your throat sending pleasure shooting through me. I speed up as I feel my climax approaching, the wet slurping sounds getting louder. But I am past caring.

But I'm not ready to end it yet. I pulled out at the last moment, gripping my balls tightly as I hold back my orgasm. You fall back onto your ass, leaning against a locker panting. A mixture of salive and my precum dripping onto your chest. "Up," I growl.

Reaching behind, I released your hands before shoving you a little more roughly than I intend onto the bench. I pushed you onto your back and your thighs naturally fell apart. Positioning myself over you, I rubbed my slippery cockhead between your young pussy lips, teasing you. As I bumped your clit, you moaned. "Tell me what you want, kitten," I tease her. "P-please, daddy. I want you inside me."

With that invitation, I position myself at your entrance and push. "Fuck. So fucking tight," I groan. I can feel every fold, every ridge of your walls squeezing me. "Daddyyy!" you cry out. "Mmmph. Just relax, kitten," I tell you between breaths.

With how wet both your pussy and my cock are, slowly but surely I sink in until I'm buried to the hilt. "Daddy you're so deep," you groan as our hips meet. I give you a minute to adjust to me.

"Mmm, okay daddy," you give me the green light. Slowly, I begin pulling out till just the tip is left inside before sliding all the way in again. Resting my hand on your mound, I rub your clit with my thumb as I quicken the pace. Before long, we're both moaning loudly, not caring anymore if anyone hears us. Your legs begin shaking as your orgasm nears. I can tell you are holding it off as best you can, waiting for me.

"D-dad-dy. C-can. I. Please. C-cum?" your voice quivers. "Not yet, baby. Not just yet?"

"O-okay, daddy."

My hips are pounding into yours, driving my hard rod deep into you with short, quick strokes. "Daddyyyy. Pleaseee, I n-need to cummm. Cum with me, dadyyy. Fill me uppp," you beg. I can feel myself right on the edge too. "Cum for me, kitten," I command.

I have to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your scream as your body stiffens. Your back arches as your cunt clamps down on me as the orgasm washes over you. I tense, my hips buck as I my cock shoots my cream deep inside you. Your walls keep milking me until every drop is spent. I collapse on top of you, panting. I can feel your still hard nipples against my chest as we slowly come down from our high.

Out of nowhere, I feel you shaking and suddenly you burst out laughing. Smiling, I chuckle too. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?" I ask. "Mmmm. Yes, daddy." With a kiss on your lips I tell you, "we better get a shower if we're gonna make that reservation."

We get off the bench and you grab the towel that had long fallen off your head. I watch you run naked to the shower, a little stream of my cum trickling down your thigh to your calf as you round the corner.

"We're definitely doing this again," I think to myself.