[MF] My daughter’s gorgeous college friend wore the sluttiest one-piece bathing suit I’ve ever seen in my backyard pool. And then it got crazier…

…but I’ll warn you now, there’s no sex. Still, I had to make a throwaway to get the whole experience off my chest.

My daughter has a smoking hot friend from college—I’ll call her Alice. My daughter (“Sam”) goes to college close to home and has brought Alice to dinner a few times, so we’re on a friendly basis. And she is a total knockout. Slender, dark-haired, long legged, and with an hourglass waist and an absolutely incredible set of big, perky tits—D-cups at least. She’s always friendly to me and of course I’m alway thrilled to see her, but I try to keep my cool and just be her friend’s dad. I mean, c’mon… she’s half my age.

But still, when my daughter told me Alice was staying over last Saturday night so they could have a “pool day” on Sunday my mind began racing for excuses to be out back near the pool. I decided that would be a great day for me to organize the tool shed. (Hey, judge me if you want—this is a confession.) Until then I’d only seen Alice wearing jeans and cute tops and my mind was racing with visions of her in a bikini.

I went to work in the shed mid-morning. My daughter is a late sleeper (and slow to get up) and so apparently Alice decided to get started by herself because she strolled out the back door and up to the pool by herself. I was expecting a cute little bikini but what she was wearing took my breath away.

Okay, first off, it was a one-piece. One-pieces are tame, right? Not this one. If Jessica Rabbit wore a bathing suit, this would be it. Brightly-colored, and open down the middle all the way to her smooth tummy, it showed a tremendous amount of cleavage and just barely covered enough of her (perfect, round) breasts to hide her nipples.

Even with my sunglasses on I’m sure it was obvious I was staring. She sees me, smiles and waves. “Hey, Mr G!” (She always calls me that.) I wave back, and she strolls around the pool, dipping her toes in. As she turns away from me I learn that this bathing suit has a thong backside. I also learn her ass is perfect as well (which I had already guessed from how she rocks a pair of jeans.)

I try to focus on “working” but I can’t help sneaking glances. After a minute or two, she still hasn’t gotten into the pool. I ask her, as casually for I can, if the water is an okay temperature. She laughs and says, “oh yeah, it’s fine, I’m just waiting for [my daughter] to come down so she can take some shots of me before I get wet.” I laugh and tell her it could be a long wait. She rolls her eyes, “I knowwww.”

Then her eyes widen. “Hey Mr. G, would you mind taking them for me?”

“Um, sure,” I stammer. “I just need your phone.”

“Oh right. Ugh, I left it upstairs.” She looks up at the upstairs window, as if her phone might magically fall down to her, and then back at me. “Hey… you have a real camera, right?”

“Yes, I do,” I manage to stammer.

Her eyes light up. “Can you take some shots and send them to me?”

“Um. Sure.”

I’m sort of in a daze at this point. I step inside, get my Nikon (I’m an amateur photographer), and come back out. She looks excited.

For the first shot, she poses in front of the pool, one hand on her thigh, the other behind her. What a fucking angel, I think to myself.

Click.

Then she sits cross-legged on the edge of the pool, her hands holding her ankles, gazing at the camera with the serene confidence of a woman who knows she’s a goddess.

Click.

Still sitting, she dips one long leg into the water in a single graceful motion. She’s mentioned her dance background before, now I’m seeing it in action.

Click.

Then she asks for a close up. I move in, and she leans forward, her arms squeezing her tits together. She’s looking into the camera, which means it feels like she’s looking at me. Her expression is innocent, with just a hint of a smile.

Click.

Next she smoothly lowers herself into the water, still facing me. At this point, I have the most enormous hard-on of my life, and I pray she doesn’t notice.

Click.

She says, “okay, hold on” and pushes my daughter’s donut-with-sprinkles inner tube into the middle of the pool. Then she launches herself onto it, face forward, back arched, perfect ass tilted up to the sky.

Click.

Just as I’m lowering the camera, my daughter Sam walks out into the backyard.

Shit, I think to myself. I freeze.

“Oh my god! Is he showing you his camera?”

Alice laughs. “Only because I asked him to.” She flashes me a grin.

“Dad. You’re such a dork.”

Alice giggles.

Sam sighs. “Anyway, don’t get him started on lenses. Jeeezus…”

I retreat hastily to the tool shed, where I basically hide for the rest of the afternoon.

Later, after they’ve both left, I open up my laptop (which I left sitting on the kitchen table) and find a handwritten note inside: “Don’t forget to send me the you-know-whats :)” Next to it is her number.

I’m well aware that it might be an extremely bad idea, but I feel powerless not to. So I pull the RAW files off the camera and adjust the levels/balance/etc in photoshop. Just seeing the images turns me on all over again. My god, she’s gorgeous. I can’t help it, I pause for ten minutes to do something I’m not proud of. Then I text her the jpegs.

A few minutes later she responds: “Wow, these look amazing. They never come out this good when I do them!”

I reply, “That’s what a real camera will do for you!”

Her response: “Um, AND a real photographer. I need to get you to do all my selfies :)”

Me: “Haha. About that. It might be weird if you posted those.”

Her: “Don’t worry. Sam will never see these. They’re for my [popular amateur site which shall not be named].”

Me: “Really?”

Her: “Yup. I’ve had it for a while now. I blur out my face and pretend I live in [different country].”

Me: “Jesus. Why are you telling me this?”

Her: “Because I trust you. And I want you to take more pictures of me.”

I don’t reply, because I’m not sure what to say. It seems like a great idea and also a very bad one.

Her: “Think about it, okay?”

Me: “Okay.”

Her: “Cool. I think it would be really fun :)”

And that’s where we left it, just two days ago.

I’m terrified and very excited. No idea what I’ll do.

I’ll keep you all updated if there’s interest.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y8493y/mf_my_daughters_gorgeous_college_friend_wore_the

194 comments

  14. Oh wow. Your next-to-last line sums it up. She’s teasing the crap out of you and you both know it, and please tell us what happens!

  25. Can you take erotic photos of her without daughter and wife finding out? You’ll need excused to be out of the house, but where can you take the photos in private?

  29. The one time I got professional photos done to share online was a blast. Would love to do it again. Sounds fun , super jealous of her.

  33. She’s making bank if she’s really posting these photos on such a site. Sounds like she’s leading you on simply for the free photos. Make sure you’re getting a cut as well if things continue!

  38. Yeaaaaa this might be one I’m gonna have to check back on. 🤣🤣 I don’t have a daughter but these stories are always fun and sometimes hot to read!

  49. Dude, you’re paying with us 🤣🤣 what is the dam website 😆 or blurr the face and give us something!!!

  50. AHHHHHHHHHHHH

    OMG. ok as a woman, she’s putting out feelers. Just do be careful cause of your daughter. Like PLSSSS be careful. But dang, this is quite the scenario!!

  59. We have to hear more. I just wish you could share the link to her [popular amateur site we already know the name of]. DAMN.

  79. Budy if she is legal and you are single, just go with the flow and who know.

    Maybe your cock cuming on is beautiful face will be one of is next vid…….

  83. Interesting situation. If you’re not married more pictures shouldn’t be a problem. Might want to get some sort of acquiescence from your daughter up front so you’ll have at least a flimsy defense when the focal matter hits the rotary blades.

  114. Congratulations. I was expecting an unbelievable Penthouse letter, but actually this is pretty believable and a good story.

  134. You’re taking the pictures.

    If nothing else, sex work is real work, and you’ll be doing her a solid.

    Just keep your hands to yourself unless she asks you not to and everything will be fine.

  164. If you don’t you’ll regret that on what you could of seen and shoot

  168. There’s probably barely any interest…

    Has your inbox exploded yet? ;)
    !subscribeme

  175. 1. You have to share at least 1 picture
    2. if you don’t want to be her Peter Parker I will

  194. Ok. A couple of things.

    I would do it. But i’d keep it professional. You will have lots of fun just in that space. Perhaps it’s an opportunity for you to explore scenarios in photography that you haven’t before. Share suggestions with her. This could be creatively new/fun/interesting.

    Ask her plainly what sort of content she posts in her (shall not be named) account. I think we can guess. She will likely want you to go a lot further. Be prepared to handle that like a professional.

    Don’t feel guilty about what you fantasize about. I’m tired of society thinking they have any business in your own private thoughts.

    This is an opportunity for something interesting if you can avoid blowing it.

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