Mike stepped down from the truck. Kathy was scrambling eggs over the camp stove. Her titties jiggled with her rapid stirring motions. "Didn't I tell you about wearing more clothes? I don't want you running around like that today," Mike said sternly. His groin had the familiar heaviness of a beginning hard-on.
Kathy spooned eggs onto a plate and handed it to him. "I can't wear that bra anymore, Daddy." she put her hands under her breasts and squeezed upward. "It's too tight around here. I'll put it on if you really want me to, but I'll show you the mark it leaves.”
"Humph! All right, but you'd better change your skirt. I can see your panties when you bend over. I don't want every guy at the strip looking up your skirt.”
"Honestly! I do know how to be ladylike, Daddy. Don't worry about me, worry about how you're going to win today. Besides, all the men will be watching Mary Jackson, the same as they always do.”
Mike sputtered on his eggs. "Little pitchers have big eyes, too." He grabbed Kathy's wrist and pulled her to him. "I give up. You'd be a lot easier to raise if you weren't such a smartass.”
Mike felt warmer toward his daughter on the short drive to the gliderport. He shoved his bothersome attraction to the back of his mind and enjoyed her company. Her obvious affection pleased him.
When Kathy stooped to kiss him just before takeoff, Mike pecked her lips quickly and said, "I knew you should have changed you skirt.”
The mounting wind had flipped the faded denim up over her waist and the clear white of her panties blazed in the sunshine. Her long legs and rounded buttocks framed her pussymound lewdly. Kathy dragged the skirt down and turned red. She was still blushing after the glider was airborne.
Kathy wandered around the field, scuffing her shoes in the dust. People were everywhere watching the aerobatics or preparing for flights. Over her head, different pilots dropped rolls of toilet paper, competing to see who could cut them into the smallest pieces before the roll hit the ground.
Kathy wished she were old enough to be flying. She loved the exciting feeling of being pressed into the seat in a pullout.
The little blonde thought of hanging, apparently motionless, in midair while the horizon swung around the plane. She heard Mary Jackson call her name and Kathy turned the other way.
Bob William's huge transporter was in front of her. Only one of his three gliders was on the ground, and a jowly, heavyset crewman lounged under a six-foot umbrella. The man followed her with his eyes as she approached.
Kathy nodded, her serious look firmly planted on her thin face. She looked into the cockpit of the lone sailplane as she passed and turned up her nose. A serial number plate shined on the dashboard. She thought of the long hours her father had spent calculating, designing, and building his glider. She wondered what other toys the wealthy young man owned.
Kathy walked past the diesel tractor, out into the brush, She sat down where the greenery muffled the sounds of the glider fans and toyed with pebbles.
I wish Daddy were here. It's really lonesome when he's flying. None of the grownups want to talk to me, and there aren't that many kids. They're dumb, anyway.
No, I guess he might as well be flying. It makes him happy, I'd like to have him win, and he can't do that without going up. Maybe we can go up together next week.
He sure couldn't get very far away from me in a glider! Too bad there's no way to touch him while we're flying.
Kathy lay back on the ground. She unbuttoned her skirt and put a comforting hand on her pussy. A dark dot overhead was a hawk, probably wondering why all the huge new birds were hunting in his territory.
The little blonde girl slipped her hand under the elastic of her panties. The short, fine hair was still dry, and Kathy toyed idly with the soft flesh of her labia.
The sun climbed higher in the sky. Kathy began to feel warm. She pulled her skirt off and lay on top of it. She drew her feet up and her knees went out to the sides.
The sun felt nice on her smooth-skinned thighs. Kathy felt lewd warmth steal over her. She sat up briefly and looked over the tops of the bushes. No one was anywhere near her.
Kathy lay back down. A lascivious tingle of naughtiness swept through her. Goosepimples popped up on her limbs as she took off her panties.
Her shirt went a few minutes later. The sun warmed her titties. Kathy's pink nipples relaxed, flattening out under the hot rays.
The slender blonde rested with her eyes closed. She imagined her father lying naked beside her. She pouted her lips, offering her tender mouth for a kiss. She covered her breasts with her hands. She wanted Mike's calluses to raise her nipples into hot spires.
The pink buttons stood up under Kathy's palms. Lying dreamily in the leafy quiet, Kathy slowly kneaded the firm tissues of her bosom. She turned in to the wind sounds that stirred the bushes. Kathy concentrated on the soft changes inside her as her body gently warmed.
She spread her thighs a little wider. Her labia grew puffy, with the little bud of her clitoris lengthening in the soft nest. The feminine moisture in her vagina increased. Her cuntal juices thinned and began flowing grom the intimate crevice.
Kathy aroused herself with delicate touches on her young breasts. The internal link between her erogenous zones strengthened. Each caress on her bosom heated her cunny a tiny bit. She brought her thighs together and squeezed. A bloodwarm drop of creamy dew trickled from her vagina.
The thrill of vulnerable nudity, lying where she could be discovered by the first person who walked near, raised her pulse rate. It had slowed again as she lay almost motionless in the sunlight, but now Kathy heard her blood accelerate. Her cheeks and breasts flushed pink.
Kathy still didn't want to touch her pussy. She enjoyed the lingering of each gradual stage of excitement. She opened her long thighs again. With her heels up, her slender legs marked out a diamond. With the pink line of her labia at the top corner.
The blush spread down from her breasts to her abdomen. A rosy glow increased on her belly, broadening slowly to cover all the fair skin. Even with her eyes closed, Kathy knew the pinkness was there. Her skin warmed more with every heartbeat.
Kathy breathed deeper. A tiny spot of coolness budded and grew in her slit. The wind caressed the triangle of labial flesh as he clitty pushed it upward. Her lips parted. They were glossy with her saliva.
She moved her hands. Kathy circled her conical breasts with her fingers and squeezed. She offered her nipples to the sky. Kathy imagined her father bending over her, about to kiss the berry-pink dots.
Kathy rolled her hips. She rocked her pussy upward, unshading the dampness at the mouth of her vagina. The sun warmed the tender flesh. More nectar gathered inside Kathy's orchid-soft channel.
Cool air moved under Kathy's buttocks. She had begun to sweat, baking slowly in the sunlight. The denim of her skirt stuck to her skin, then peeled down under it's own weight.
Kathy released her titties. She stroked her ribs. Each bone showed separate under her skin, arching high. She trailed her thin fingertips up from her waist, along each side, then across her nipples. The rubbery little peaks bent with the passing touch, then sprang upright again.
Her wrists turned. Each fingertip brushed over her nipples, curving up to her outlined collarbones before sliding sensuously down again. Kathy flattened the arch of her fingers and slid her open hands over her belly. The blush paled under the pressure, then reappeared, slightly hotter, behind her thumbs.
Kathy stopped her wrists at her waist and fanned her fingers out to her hipbones. She stretched her long legs straight, slowly, and caressed the soft skin along the inside of her thighs. Kathy rolled her hands across the firm roundness of the long muscles. She drew her hands upward and her knees came together. She dug her fingers into the asscheeks. Kathy pushed her cunny upward.