"Wouldn't you like to know!" Paula laughed, her young femininity asserting itself. "Besides, I don't have white shoulders. Look – I've got a really good tan!"

Her father looked. As the precocious girl pushed down the top of the scanty material that encased her taut young buttocks, she revealed a strip of snow white, girlishly taut belly. But more than that she also displayed her fringe of golden pubic hair for her father's eager eyes to gaze upon. He looked amused, but Paula was quick to notice he was undeniably aroused as well. She could see his excited cock was making a considerable bulge in the front of his trousers. The thought that she had caused that gave Paula a sense of power – and confidence.

"Sure, honey, you have a beautiful tan," her father replied in a low, intimate voice that made Paula feel weak and wonderfully warm in the pit at her belly. "But you didn't answer my question – what were you thinking about? Your boyfriend, maybe…"

Paula shook her head, her golden hair flouncing about her shoulders, and smiled up at her handsome father in a provocative way. "You guessed wrong."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No!"

"You're a very beautiful girl. There must be all kinds of boys wanting to be your boyfriend."

"Well… sure! I could have a boyfriend if I wanted one." But Paula suddenly didn't want to talk about boys, or even think about them, and she quickly changed the subject. "After all, I am eighteen. But you wouldn't know it around here, where you get treated like a kid all the time."

"I don't treat you like a kid, do I, honey? I don't think of you as one."

Paula was aware of her father's eyes running over her voluptuous, golden tanned figure in an intense, meaningful way. She forced herself to meet her father's direct, oddly exciting gaze. Tremors of arousal teased her already swollen pussy, which she'd been gently caressing just before he came out to the poolside and sat with her. She didn't quite know what was happening but she followed the instinctive wishes of her sensuous flesh. She parted her pretty mouth in a half-smile as her firm-fleshed hips gave a subtle deliberate wriggle on the blanket on which she lay.