A day at the beach

The pair arrived to find the beach moderately busy. It was a Friday morning, but school had been let out and summer had arrived. Those trapped in their 9 to 5 cycles would have to wait another day before being able to properly enjoy sand and surf. It was the younger generation that populated the beach. College students who had yet to return home and high school grads enjoying their first true tastes of freedom.

"Really?" Heather raised her sun glasses and bawked at the sight just down the hill. Below, just at the edge of the sand, a line of young women curled around the small building used as a change room. It would be a half hour at least by the time they had all filed through and changed into or out of their swimsuits.

"You could always change in the car."

Dean watched his daughters face as thoughts, ideas and plans ran through her mind. She grinned her devious grin and took a quick look around the lot.

"I mean, there aren't many people around up here..." She pulled her tank top up and over her head. Modest breasts, perky and already sporting stiff nipples, bounced delicately free. "...I could just change here."

She followed up by dropping her shorts. Dean couldn't take his eyes off her as she hooked her thumbs into the band of her thong and slid the diminutive garment down her smooth young legs. The teen bent down and took her time rummaging through her bag in search of her swim suit. She swayed her hips and slowly spread her legs as her fathers eyes ran across her naked body. Heather could feel his gaze work it's way from her back to her firm butt and down along the lengths of her toned legs. It came back up to rest on her groin. His eyes focused on her ass, then drifted down to her virgin cunt. She grew hotter and hotter as her fathers gaze burned into her eager young pussy.

First came her bikini top; a bit of teal fabric with black edges. It was small, but not enough to be called skimpy. The garment was just enough to cover her modest breasts.

Then came her bottom.

Heather beamed with joy as she checked the area and stepped away from the car. Dean could do nothing but stare as his daughter skipped bottomless into the lane. They weren't completely alone; there were cars and people moving in the other sections of the parking lot. Through the windows and over the hoods of vehicles the sporty girl could be seen from her waist up. She took her time pulling the bikini bottom up her legs. It matched its partner in fabric and coverage. Teal on black, small but not skimpy, somewhere between a traditional bikini and a thong cut. Not enough to fully cover her firm cheeks. The teenage girl turned from her father and slapped her rear before bolting for the beach.

"Last on in's a rotten egg!"

Dean didn't stand a chance. He was taller than her, stronger and possessing a longer stride, but even without a head start she would have left him in the dust. Years of track and field reared their head as the eighteen year old fell into perfect form and pace. By the time he hit sand she was already in the surf.

Later

Father and daughter held hands as they walked down the beach. Nobody knew what they were to eachother, they barely acknowledged it themselves. Instead they had played and romped on the beach like a new couple. Now they enjoyed sun on their skin and sand between their toes.

"Hey dad..." Heather smirked as yet another guy turned his head to follow her. "...it doesn't bother you that guys check me out, does it? I mean, aren't dads supposed to get angry about that?"

Dean placed his hand in the small of his daughters back.

"I'm not so naive or insecure to be bothered by that sort of thing. If you're attractive they'll look and there's nothing I can do about that other then put you in a burka. Even then they'd still look, just for different reasons."

Dean slid his hand down to grope one of his daughters firm ass cheeks. It was an obvious move that several beach goers took note of, just as he had intended.

"If there's nothing I can do to keep people from looking then I should just accept and embrace it. Besides, there's nothing wrong with showing off."

Heather skipped ahead of him and spun on her heel. She grinned wide as her hands landed on her B cups.

"I agree."

The teen pulled the fabric of her bikini top to her sides and proceeded to bounce up and down for a few moments. Though he knew what was coming Dean was still pleasantly surprised by the sight. So too were the half dozen or so beach goers who caught a good look at the eighteen year olds perky tits. The girl could hardly contain her joyful laughter as she covered up and rushed her father along.

"Let's not stick around to get in trouble."

"Have you gotten in trouble for flashing before?"

Heather removed and fumbled with her sunglasses. She tried not to tell her father for fear of letting him down, but previous promises **** her honest reaction.

"Yes."

Dean stayed quiet and kept walking, waiting to hear the rest of the story. His daughter stayed silent.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What did you do to get in trouble? How much trouble was it?"

"I- well- You know I like it when guys look at me.. "

"Yeah."

"...and you know I always struggled to stand out next to Stacy..."

"Yeah."

"...so sometimes if I want guys to notice me over prettier girls I'll try to show off. I was never too bold about it, not until I met you. I'd usually just stretch in suggestive ways."

Heather stretched her arms up and back to push her modest chest forward. She then bent over at the waist to show off her flexibility and butt. Dean didn't notice the looks his daughter got, he was too busy staring at her rear.

"But during grad week I straight up flashed my tits a couple times. It was fun, liberating. I, umm, I felt pretty."

The man could see his daughters face redden at the memory. She put her sunglasses back on in a feeble attempt to hide.

"All the boys and men looked at me like a woman. They all saw me sexually and it felt amazing. There was no attention left for the pretty girls, the girly girls. All eyes were on a tomboy."

"All the boys and men? Where exactly were you flashing?"

"Well, the first two times I flashed my tits were at house parties. The time I got in trouble was at the last track meet of the year."

"You flashed someone at your last highschool track and field day?"

"I flashed everyone at my last highschool track and field day."

"Wait, everyone?"

She nodded.

"My sports top had a zipper in the front. I undid it half way just before doing my last run on the pole vault. I barely gave it any thought and, well, it popped open just as I was driving my pole into the ground. The zipper was only really secure when done up all the way and all that motion pulled at the tab. So I went up, over and down with my tits out." She laughed. "It was such a great run that I didn't even remember what I had done to my top. I just got up off the mat and started jumping with joy."

Dean's jaw dropped. He wasn't angry or disappointed with his daughter. Rather, he was somewhat impressed she had the guts to do what she did.

"Coach pretty much tackled me with a towel before kicking me off the field. I played it off as an accident and didn't get into too much trouble."

"I wish I could have been there to see it."

She again took his hand in hers.

"Me too."

Later Still

The pair had carried on along the warm sands of the beach and come to rest upon a set of lounging chairs. Heather layed on her stomach, pulled her short hair to the side and undid her bikini top. Dean preferred to kick back and relax.

"Heather, I've been giving it some thought and I think I can help you stay out of trouble."

The girl rested her head on her arms. Hazel eyes stared at their progenitor in anticipation.

"I could use my power to make people notice you more. Or if you want to keep flashing without worry I could make your nudity normal."

"No!"

Dean was taken aback by the immediate reaction.

"I mean, no, not that. Normalization is, well, it'd be great for a nudist, you know? Being able to walk around naked without everyone else making a big deal out of it. That'd be great for a nudist."

"But you aren't a nudist."

"Exactly. I enjoy casual nudity, sure, but clothes are comfy and can look cool. I'm... I'm an exhibitionist..."

She hadn't really thought about it before, but the word felt right to say. It fit her like a glove and rolled off her tongue in such a natural way.

"...I'm an exhibitionist. I do what I do to get a look. It's for the shock value, the arousal. Mine and theirs. If my nudity was seen as normal I'd never get reaction again. Without risk, without an element of danger or the thrill of breaking the rules then there would be no fun in flashing my bits."

She came up onto her elbows and crossed her arms beneath her. Dean could spot a hint of nipple from where he sat and he suspected others were paying more attention to the topless teen now that she wasn't fully laying down.

"And I don't need your help getting people to notice me. I know I'm not a pretty girly girl, but I have my methods for drawing attention and I enjoy using them. I appreciate the offer, but I have to turn it down."

Dean was proud of his daughter. It would have been easy to use his power to let her get away with anything, but she refused. She wouldn't accept the quick and easy method.

"I understand Sweety. Just try not to get into trouble."

She smiled. It was a warm smile, loving. Not just the smile given to a parent, but also to a friend. To someone who understands and accepts.

"Sweety? Wasn't I Pumpkin the other day?"

"I'm still trying to find a pet name that suits you."

"Well, maybe keep looking." Heather rolled onto her back. "While you give pet names a thought, I'm going to even out my tan."

Dean didn't think about pet names.

He watched his daughters modest breasts slowly rise and fall with her breath. Her nipples had stiffened in the cool breeze. They suited her perfectly. Larger than normal but not so large as to look out of place. Enough to make nip slips far more likely to be happen. Then there was their color, a soft, light brown, that too was perfect. Anything to light would blend in with her skin. No, this color stood out. It could be seen as a shadow through any light fabric the girl wore. Enough for people to know exactly what they were looking at without being too obvious. They were nipples that didn't like to be hidden.

Dean wasn't the only person on the beach to stare at the topless teen. Both men and women slowed to a crawl as they walked past. Some gave looks of surprise, others disapproval and a few of disgust. Most looked intrigued. Dean could overhear some of the comments being made. If he could make them out he knew Heather could as well.

A small, knowing smile crossed her face. The girl put her hands behind her head and rubbed her legs together. Her shades hid her eyes but Dean knew she was watching the onlookers and enjoying everything they had to say about her. Even the negative comments, the prudes calling her a whore and the girls insulting her to hide their own insecurities, even those reactions were welcome. She loved it when they called her a slut. Because that's all Heather wanted, their reactions. The only people passing by who bothered her were the ones that didn't seem to care.

"Excuse me, miss?"

A looming shadow crossed over the half naked teen. Some who had been staring left, others watched more intently. The figure was dark, blue on blue with red stripes on its legs. A shining shield sat upon its chest.

"Miss?" Twice it snapped its fingers to ensure it had the girls attention. "This isn't a nude beach."

Heather flipped her sunglasses up and stared daggers at the interloper.

"Well officer, then it's a good thing I'm not nude now isn't it?"

Dean's stomach dropped. He never expected his daughter to show such an attitude to a cop. His mind raced to think of ways to use his power to get Heather out of her situation. He trusted her, yes, but he wanted to be certain nothing would go horribly wrong.

"You know what I mean. Put your top back on or I'll have to book you."

Heather pouted as she stood up, bikini top in hand.

"Oh fine, I guess I'll put my clothes back on." She took her time with it and made no attempts to cover her tits. First she put it on backwards and tied the bottom string off in front of her. Then she slid it around and brought up the top string. The garments teal fabric was out of place as she seemingly struggled to tie a knot behind her neck. Each frustrated attempt shook her upper body and exposed chest. Once her top was finally tied she slowly adjusted the front. First one breast, then the other.

The officer played at professional unamusement, but despite his own shades Dean could tell where his eyes had rested through Heather's entire performance.

"Well alright then. Consider this a warning. If I find out you've been exposing yourself on this beach again the least you'll get is a ticket, understand?"

She rolled her eyes. "I understand."

Dean could see more of Heather than before. With him, alone, she was a fun and flirty girl. But that didn't change her past or how she was raised. The disrespect for authority figures, the snide comments, the ever present sarcasm, all signs of a person with a less than stellar childhood.

"Come on Dad, let's go."

She nearly dragged him away before he could catch up.

"Are- are you ok? Should I-"

"I'm good!" She was back to her playful, perky self. "That was mostly an act. I resisted him just enough to let him know for certain I was opposed to him and what he stood for, then caved on his demands to make him think he won. People like winning. The slow dressing was just me milking the situation for what it's worth."

Dean was stunned by his daughters play. He had never expected the sporty tomboy to be manipulative. Especially not to a police officer.

The two carried on with their beach day. An afternoon of surf, sun and ice cream and an evening by a fire. It was their first excursion together, but it wouldn't be their last.