I give in.

As the seconds drew on, I didn't make a move to stop him, at least I didn't struggle, perhaps I could have, perhaps it would've worked, I guess I'll never know. But as he whispered to me that "daddy knows how to do it right, not some teenage prick," I knew for sure he'd read my diary, quoting from it, and was acting on my fantasy.

I didn't know what to do. One hand I should have fought him, another was enjoying the closeness, the acting out of my fantasy. In the end even as his hand slipped beneath my bikini top to caress my breast, I gave him one final passionate plea to stop, knowing if he didn't, I was going to loose the battle with my hormones and give in to him.

He rolled me onto my back, the bikini top staying on the towel as my breasts sprung free, visible to him, pert little mounds topped by pert little nipples. He didn't dive into them as I'd thought, he began to massage my chest and belly, rubbing the lotion into my breasts and chest, like he wanted to finish that before he began anything else. His cock though, I could already feel a small drop of his pre-cum on my belly, a warm wet spot just below my belly button. I could glance down and see his erect cock, a man's cock, and I gave in. Gave in to the fantasy that was unfolding in front of me.