Friends Daughters Beach Trip w/Us

After many years as neighbors, the couple next door became close friends with me and the ex. When we moved in next door, their son Jeff was 15 and their daughter Kristy was 14. Our families spent a lot of time together, going out to dinner, cookouts, cheering on their son at his baseball games... typical things friends and neighbors do.

As the years went by, our families grew very close, with their kids spending as much time hanging out at my house as they did their own. When spotting me hooking my boat up to my truck, they were quick to ask to go fishing with me. More often than not the answer was yes, as I enjoyed their company and treated them like family. My ex and I were planning a beach vacation, and they begged us to let them go with us. We agreed, as did their parents, without a second thought. We would be leaving in a couple of weeks.

A week or so before our scheduled vacation, Jeff, who was now 19, was preparing to leave for college. Seeing me fiddling around with my boat one afternoon, he asked if we could go out fishing one more time before he left for school. I quickly agreed. He then informed me that he would be unable to go on our beach trip. He mentioned that Kristy still wanted to go and was hoping to bring along her friend Cassie, who like Kristy, had recently turned 18. We planned to head out fishing the next morning with Kristy tagging along, as usual.

This would be the day that I began to see a change in Kristy.

It should be said that Jeff was very protective of Kristy around the neighborhood boys, especially as her body began maturing. When seeing a boy giving Kristy any attention, he often intervened in a way to show he disapproved. I sensed that she was eagerly anticipating the freedom she would have once her brother left for school.

When they arrived the next day, I quickly noticed that Kristy was wearing a quite small white bikini, which displayed her body in a way previously unseen. The only suit I ever saw her wear before was a conservative one-piece with a skirt-like fringe that hung low on her thighs. Since her parents had a pool, we often had neighborhood cookouts/pool parties, so I had seen her in swimsuits many times... but this one made me look twice.

She must have noticed my doubletake glances, as she quickly mentioned her desire for new tan lines prior to our beach trip. This made perfect sense to me. As I nodded in agreement, now looking up to her face, we made direct eye contact. The way Kristy looked into my eyes created instant confusion, quickly leaving me wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. Her eyes locked on mine, in what I perceived to be flirtatious in a way that challenged me to acknowledge that I had noticed and appreciated her current appearance. I forced myself to look away in confusion, quickly heading to the truck to go launch the boat.

The boat was launched, and we idled away from the dock. I was seated behind the steering wheel, Jeff in the left passenger seat, leaving Kristy seated on the edge of the slightly raised front deck, only a couple of feet away. This left her facing the rear of the boat, her body slightly angled towards me.

Looking forward, I immediately noticed that the way she was perched on the edge of the deck, her new bikini was pulled snugly against her crotch, clearly outlining every detail of her young womanhood that had previously been hidden by her old swimsuits. Being only a couple of feet away, I could even see a few stray blond hairs leaking from the elastic of her bottoms. Happy to be wearing mirrored glasses, I found it difficult to peel my eyes from this glorious sight before me.

I dropped the throttle, the boat quickly hitting 70mph, bringing laughs and smiles to all. Suddenly I realized something I had either previously been unaware of or had never really paid attention to. The speed of the boat produced strong winds which cascaded against any of those facing forward. This sustained wind had created a billowing effect to the legs of the wide-legged swimsuit I wore. Based on her gaze, Kristy had also noticed.

I made a habit of removing the mesh lining that came with men's swimsuits, preferring for my cock to feel free and unrestrained. With my swimsuit legs gaping open, an unobstructed view of my loose cock was now being presented right before her curious eyes. My first instinct was to try to close my legs and end the inadvertent view without having to acknowledge it. This proved to be ineffective, the relentless wind keeping my shorts wide open to her steady gaze. Up until today, I had always considered Kristy just the child of a friend. Now, the realization that she had become a young woman, with the same curiosities everyone has at her age, caught me off guard.

Face flushed, I felt a familiar stirring begin in my exposed cock as it started expanding to her gaze. With her brother seated so close by, but as of yet, completely unaware of what was transpiring, I decided to end this before her unwavering stare was noticed. Quickly slowing the boat while pulling closer to shore, Jeff stood up and jumped onto the rear deck, eager to begin fishing. As the boat drifted into place, I prepared to slide from behind the wheel... and was instantly stopped in my tracks.

As Kristy looked towards her brother, in hindsight I believe she was confirming which direction he was looking, she allowed one hand to drop between her legs to make an adjustment to her suit bottoms. Casually, she slid one finger under the elastic at the side of her crotch and pulled her bottoms upward and outward. Her tight young pussy came into view right before my unbelieving eyes! Pretending to struggle a bit, she widened her thighs while looking down between them and used two fingers to slightly open her outer lips briefly before repositioning her suit. She acted nonchalant, as if nothing had just happened while rising to stand on the front deck.

Now in shock, there was no way I could stand up, my suit fully tented from my raging hard-on. Reaching behind me I grasped a tackle box, placed it on my lap and began rummaging through it, needing time for my engorged cock to deflate. Kristy then asked me if she could have the tackle box to select a lure while looking at me with a mischievous grin. Barely able to respond, I squeaked out that she could have it as soon as I chose my own bait. A few minutes later, with my lure selected and my cock mostly deflated, I passed her the box, as if unaware of what I had just witnessed.

Though we managed to finish our fishing trip without any further "accidental" exposures, there was no doubt in my mind that her flash was intentional. Maybe she believed that mine was intentional as well, so she just wanted to return the favor? That night, the thoughts of what had occurred, and the opportunities the upcoming beach trip may provide, kept me fully erect, even after jerking off to the vision of her exposed sex, now forever clearly locked away in my memory.

The next day Kristy stopped by the house with her best friend Cassie, asking if it was okay that she go with us on the trip. We knew Cassie and her parents well and told her it was fine with us as long as they agreed to it. Even though she was 18, she still lived at home so that would be necessary for us to agree. A quick phone call confirmed that they approved. Now, two blossoming young ladies would be going to the beach with us. My thoughts began to wander in ways I had previously not considered... and my anticipation of our trip increased greatly.

Vacation day had arrived! As always, I would drive, the ex would mostly doze off in the passenger seat and our guests would be seated behind us. Before leaving, I advised everyone to make sure they were comfortable, as the drive could take up to 8 hours. The girls had snacks and pillows, both dressed in beach-themed skirts and t-shirts. After fueling up, we hit the road.

I was singing along to my favorite tunes, as I always do, while the ex was quick to lay her head against the doorframe to nap, as she always did. At first, the girls chatted excitedly about the trip, giggling about the "hot boys" they would surely see. After the initial excitement wore off and the monotony of the trip set in, I noticed that Cassie had slid over in her seat a bit and began to doze. As I glanced in the rearview mirror, I observed that, in her new position, her knees had parted slightly, allowing a clear view up her skirt. Her firm legs and light-yellow panties were easily visible to my discreet gaze. As I indulged in this unexpected treat, her neatly trimmed, dark landing strip became quite apparent through her thin panties.

As my cock began expanding, I smiled to myself, my thoughts occupied with what the next week may provide, with such a great start to this trip. Forcing my gaze away from her crotch to focus on the road wasn't easy, but necessary in the traffic, although I continued my furtive glances as frequently as I safely could.

A couple of hours in, I needed to fuel up again and take a leak. I pulled into the pumps, announcing a quick break before we continued. As I swiped my card at the pump, Kristy opened her door to climb out, right next to me, placing one foot on the ground. As if forgetting something, she leaned back in, searching for her purse in the packed truck. In the process of doing so, her skirt slid way up her thighs and her legs parted wide. What was revealed took my breath away... she had no panties on!

Her amazing young womanhood, now fully exposed and spread before my lustful gaze, was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Although the vision of her exposure on the boat was still vividly locked in my memory, the view now presented before me was on another level. Finding myself unable to look away, I was fortunate that my ex was already on her way inside the store, unaware of the situation. As I continued looking on, completely transfixed, Kristy's eyes turned my way, making direct eye contact with mine, as she allowed a knowing smile to cross her lips.

Slowly she slid out of the truck, only ending her exposure when standing fully. Her staring eyes said it all, this flash was no accident... she was happy that I had noticed. No words were exchanged as none were necessary. She had returned the favor of "accidental exposure" again, without any effort to pretend it was unintentional. I now am convinced that she had believed that my exposure on the boat had been on purpose, even though, in truth, it began as an accident. No matter how she perceived it, I am just thankful for how she decided to respond.

I am quite certain that the goofy look on my face reflected both my approval and excitement of what had just been shared between us. This is going to be the best trip ever!

To be continued