Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Judy eyed the position of the sun carefully. It was nearly overhead. Lunchtime.

Judy's stomach rumbled complainingly. She gave little thought to the fact that, since breakfast, she had had the most incredible experiences of her short life.

Instead, she concentrated on wishing she had a peanut-butter sandwich and a glass of milk. Her mouth watered at the thought, and she again pulled against her ropes. There seemed to be a tiny bit of slack. She tried to increase her freedom by carefully working at it.

All of Judy's straining and tugging resulted in a tiny, fraction-of-an-inch slack in the tight ropes binding her to the tree. The angle of the sun slowly shifted as she worked, moving the patches of sunlight across her naked body, making her bare skin gleam in new areas. A shaft of sunlight speared down on one of her naked breasts and felt like a heat lamp on the sensitive, normally protected skin. Judy felt her nipple loosen and relax, going soft in the gentle warmth of the sun.

Taking a breather from her work on the ropes, Judy looked down over her strained, naked body. She was glad that in spite of her blonde hair she didn't sunburn easily. In fact, most of her body was already well tanned to a golden hue, but there were areas of skin being exposed to the sun today that normally were completely shielded. By straining forward, Judy could see the area normally covered by the bottom half of her two-piece swimsuit. The white area ran from a line an inch or so below her navel to high on her thighs. Splotches of sunlight admitted by the gently stirring leaves drifted over this area, highlighting it. She couldn't see her slit, but she could feel the warmth of the sun on it and hoped that it was not getting sunburned.

Higher up, Judy studied her breasts. The pink-capped mounds gleamed almost like ivory in the patches of sunlight. Where one beam was spotlighting her nipple, Judy studied the little peak, now nearly flat in relaxation. She remembered how it had felt, all hard and tense, and shivered slightly at the memory. The skin around the nipple was un-tanned in sort of a triangular pattern, stenciled on her skin by her swimsuit top. Her nipple was nearly in the center of the triangle. There was a narrow band of white connecting the triangle over her left breast with the one over her right one.

There were no white lines from the straps of Judy's bikini because when she stretched out in the sun, she always undid them. On her back there was no stripe either, since when she lay on her stomach, she unfastened that strap, too. Some strange quirk of Judy's mind led her thoughts back to the previous weekend, when she had been sun-bathing after a dip in the pool. She'd been stretched out on a towel on the pool deck, lying on her stomach. She had been feeling all warm and nice, concentrating on how the hard concrete felt through the towel and her suit, mashing her newly burgeoning breasts flat against her chest. Then her father had asked her a question, and she had sat up quickly.

She'd nearly forgotten about having the back of her suit unfastened as she raised up, but remembered just in time and stopped her rise before her nipples came up off the deck. As she answered her father, she'd seen that he was looking not into her eyes or her face, but down to the twin bulges of her breasts. There had been a sudden glow deep down in his eyes, and Judy had caught a glimpse of a sudden movement inside his swimsuit before he put his magazine over his lap. Experimentally, Judy had raised up a fraction of an inch more, until her nipples were barely pressing against the deck. Nearly all of her swelling breasts had been visible, and her father's face had flushed suddenly. For some reason Judy had not understood at the time, she had felt pleased with this reaction, and felt a tremor in her guts.

Judy's mother, stretched on her back on a lounge chair, her eyes closed against the glare of the sun, had been totally unaware of the exchange.

Judy's reverie was disturbed by the sound of someone plowing through the dry leaves in the surrounding woods. A surge of hope that it was Jimmy and Billy returning to free her was quickly dashed when she realized that the steps were coming from the wrong direction. A chill racked her body and she prayed desperately for the footsteps to pass the hollow by. She could hear two people talking now, and her heart stopped beating as she held her breath, hoping whoever it was would go away. To her relief, at least both of the voices sounded like women's-even if the two people did come down into the clearing, they were her own sex. Just the same, Judy hoped that she would be passed by.

She felt certain now that she could get the ropes undone, given enough time.

The steps ceased just outside the hollow, and there was a long silence, then the sound of a kiss. Judy's heart lurched. If that was a kiss, then one of the people was a man after all. The steps resumed, and feet appeared. Still tugging at her ropes, Judy watched the approaching feet warily, wondering what was in store for her this time. A wave of relief poured over her when she saw that it was two women after all.

The women were silent as they approached. They were holding hands, and one of them was hanging back slightly and being pulled along by the other. Judy didn't recognize the woman in the lead, then jerked against her ropes in surprise. It was Miss Franklin, who would be Judy's math teacher next fall. And the second woman was Miss Clark, a new English teacher in the school.

"See, I told you it would be deserted and private," Miss Franklin said.

"Why, how charming," Miss Clark enthused. "How utterly charming and secluded.

Just like the Garden of Eden!"

Judy hung quietly against the tree, unsure of the reception she would get if she revealed her presence. A sudden, unbearable itch developed in her nose, and Judy wriggled her face desperately. The itch grew, and with it an urge to sneeze that made Judy's eyes water. For long, painful seconds Judy managed to fight down the urge. Perhaps for that reason the explosion, when it came, was all the more violent. Before the echoes of Judy's sneeze had begun to die away, the two teachers were staring at her, their eyes wide with surprise.

"Excuse me," Judy said lamely, wrinkling her nose in the aftermath of the sneeze.

"Not quite as secluded as I thought, is it?" Miss Franklin observed calmly. She was a tall, lean woman, handsome rather than pretty. Her hair was streaked with blonde and cut short, with bangs down over her forehead. She was wearing sandals, white shorts and a sleeveless white blouse with the top three buttons unfastened, baring a well-tanned vee of skin to below the level of her small breasts. Obviously she was not wearing a bra.

"Let's get out of here," Miss Clark said, tugging at the other woman's wrist.

Judy had seen Miss Clark only fleetingly in the halls at school. She had come in the middle of the year to take over an English class. She was a very pretty, petite woman, with flowing black hair. She was wearing a short, pleated white skirt, almost a tennis skirt, and a white, sleeveless blouse. She had a fuller figure than Miss Franklin, more curved and feminine.

"No, wait, I'm curious," Miss Franklin said, resisting her friend's tugging and walking over to study Judy carefully. Judy's skin rippled strangely as the woman's eyes raked over her naked body. She tried to be nonchalant about the close scrutiny she was receiving, then dropped her eyes in shame.

"You're Judy, aren't you?" Miss Franklin said.

"Y-yes, Miss Franklin," Judy answered.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Miss Clark said.

"No, this may be interesting," Miss Franklin answered, refusing to be pulled away.

"Could you untie me, please?" Judy asked hopefully.

"But what if she should tell someone?" Miss Clark protested.