Megan was 11 when John and his wife dad split up.Megan was 11 when John and his wife dad split up. He had moved out of state, and even though he had really wanted to see Megan and he had visitation rights, there was just not enough money for a ticket. That wasn't a problem anymore, though, because his work had finally paid off. He had a beach front house at Malibu, a brand new 944 in the garage and, most of all, had sent Megan a first-class round trip ticket to come see him for three weeks over the summer break. As he waited nervously at the gate, the door finally opened and people started exiting the plane. It had been four years since he had seen his daughter -- what would she look like now? He wondered if she would blame him for leaving even though it was always clear that it was never his idea. He didn't have to wait long -- she was one of the first off the plane. She was really different than John had remembered. She was much taller, her pretty blonde hair had grown out, her figure was now that of a young woman. She wore a tight cotton blouse that accentuated her nicely developing breasts. It matched nicely with a very short levi skirt that presented her thighs as they gave way to her long, luscious female legs. He marveled at how she had grown and, at the same time, was feeling guilty about the way he was evaluating his own daughter but had little chance to reflect before her cries of "Daddy!" preceded her running up and throwing her arms around his neck. No worries about how she felt about him now, she thought. On the way from the airport, Megan chattered constantly. She talked about school and boys; her mom, boys, girlfriends, boys, how neat his car was and how neat some boys were. John could understand how boys would be crazy about her -- she was very pretty by anyone's standards. But Meg was definitely boy crazy - - something she had, no doubt, picked up from her mother. "I can't wait to get to the beach, Daddy!", Megan said as they pulled into the driveway, "I bought a new bathing suit just for here." It wasn't long until Megan was standing before him is what had to be the scantiest bikini that he had seen... and he lived at the beach. A string bikini, it was almost the same color as her skin and it didn't take much imagination to visualize her without it there at all. |