(this is a work of ddlg fiction. all characters are CONSENTING ADULTS. i do not condone kink in public places. this is fantasy!!!! tw: panty messing💩, this is gross!!!! written by a gross girl for gross girls!)
i laid out my three different swimsuit options on the bed: the plain black bikini, the turquoise one-piece, and the hot pink bikini with bows on the side.
i already knew which one daddy was going to pick, but i dragged him into the bedroom of our beach house anyway.
“daddy, which one? and then can you get me dressed so we can go to the beach?”
dad walked in, chuckling as i tugged on his t-shirt sleeve impatiently.
he picked up the hot pink one with hardly a second glance at the other options, and then said, “get nakey, please.”
i obeyed, dropping my pajamas on the floor and lifting my arms up so dad could put the bikini on me. he carefully tied the back straps, then had me step into the bottoms, which were very cheeky.
he gave my ass a playful swat once i was all dressed, which made me giggle.
“hey lil mermaid.” he said affectionately. “do you remember the potty rules about the beach? i’m not having you wear a swim diaper, so you really need to know the rules. what are they?” daddy asked me.
i nodded. “if i need to pee, i go in the ocean. if i need to poop, i tell daddy so he can take me back to the beach house to potty.”
daddy smiled. “very good, princess. and don’t peepee on the sand where everyone would be able to see you. make sure you’re in the ocean.”
i nodded, then pulled on dad’s sleeve again.
“i know the rules. can we go now?”
“so impatient.” dad teased, pinching my nose. “yes we can go now.”
we carried the beach bag, cooler, and chairs down to the beach and found a quiet spot far away from all the other beach goers.
i watched as daddy spread out a blanket on the sand and put some sand toys and a few waterproof dollies on it. he patted the blanket, signaling me to lay down on it.
i plopped down on my tummy, kicking my bare feet behind me. the sun felt warm on my back, and a light salty breeze ruffled my hair.
i watched, playing with my dollies as daddy set up his beach chair and took his t-shirt off.
i couldn’t help but admire daddy’s body. every inch and curve was absolute perfection. his strong arms, his squishy tummy, his chest hair…. it all drove me insane.
“sunscreen, girly. i don’t want you burning.” dad knelt down next to me, slathering some lotion on his hands and rubbing it up and down my back… slowly, sensually, almost like a massage.
i felt his strong hands dip below the waistband of my bikini and massage the skin there. then he playfully pinched my waist, causing me to flip over onto my bag, squealing and squirming.
dad wasn’t done though. he held me firm against the blanket while he finished sunscreening my back, ass, and legs. i squirmed, but secretly i loved the pressure of him holding me down.
“all done,” dad announced, giving my ass a playful slap, then leaned back in his chair.
daddy cracked open a beer, watching me play with my toys the way a dad would casually supervises his daughter.
i laid on the blanket, a beach toy in my hands, feet kicking up in the air besides my head like i was waiting to be changed. daddy admired my body, eyes moving along every inch of my skin.
“goddamn, you beautiful girl.”
i blushed and giggled, kicking my feet back and forth.
“dad, can we go swim?” i finally asked after getting soooo hot from being in the sun. i squinted up at the bright sky.
“yeah, baby, lead the way.”
i hopped up happily and ran into the ocean, daddy following behind me with a fond smile on his face.
the ocean water was crystal clear and pleasantly cool. i sank into the gentle waves, holding daddy’s hand as the water washed over me.
we floated and swam around like that for a while. after about twenty minutes or so, i felt the urge to pee.
it took a bit of focus, but i finally relaxed my muscles and started to pee in the ocean, looking down to see if there were any clues i was peeing.
“are you peeing?” dad suddenly asked with a chuckle.
“your face is all scrunched up and you’re looking down at your crotch, silly goose.”
i blushed. daddy knew me like the back of his hand.
“yeah i am.” i mumbled, finishing peeing and then crawling onto daddy’s back.
he swam around with me riding on his back, occasionally twirling around, making me giggle.
we swam together for what felt like hours. just soaking up the sun and enjoying the sparkling sea together.
“dad, can we make sandcastles?” i asked, leaning into daddy’s ear.
“of course, princess. maybe that’s where the mermaids can live!!”
my eyes widened, my heart soaring with excitement. “yes.”
i ran to the shore and knelt down in the sand, clapping my hands excitedly.
“oh, baby, i forgot the shovel and pail.” daddy said, frowning. “i’m gonna go run back to the beach house and grab it, okay? i’ll just be gone for a few minutes.”
i pouted, but nodded. “okay daddy. be quick!!!”
i watched as daddy made the walk back up to the house.
suddenly i felt the urge to go number two. oh no. daddy told me to tell him when i had to go number two, so he could take me back to the house to potty.
but now… dad was gone, and the house was so far away. and i couldn’t go number two in the ocean. that wouldn’t be fair to the other beach goers. or the poor fish!!!
i sat down on my knees on the blanket, playing with my sand toys while i tried to decide what to do. i could try and make it to the beach house, but i really didn’t want to walk all the way back by myself. i could wait for daddy to get back, but i didn’t know if i could hold it for that long.
i weighed my options, and then suddenly i realized it was going to be too late. i heard a muffled crackling noise followed by a fwump, as a warm squishy weight filled the seat of my bikini.
curious, i felt a hand reach to the back of my bikini bottom, feeling a big mess in the back.
“oops.” my cheeks burned with embarassment.
i plopped back on my tummy, my mess making my bikini bottoms sag and press against the back of my thighs.
i looked around the beach, but no one was paying any attention to my… situation.
“hmph.” i huffed. well, there was nothing to do now except wait for daddy to get back.
i carefully stood up, and decided to start clearing a spot for the sandcastle.
i bent over, using my hands to smooth out the sand and clear a good foundation for the sandcastle.
a few minutes later, i heard daddy’s voice. “i’m back, princess! oh damn, little girly. what did you do??”
dad was staring at the bulge in the back of my bathing suit, his expression both amused and aroused.
i blushed, standing up straight and looking over my shoulder at the mess in my bikini bottom.
“you um, went poopy in your bikini?” dad asked in a teasing tone.
i blushed and giggled. “sorryyyyy.”
dad tsked, then spun me around to take a better look at the damage.
“baby, you loaded this thing up.” he said, reaching a hand out to cup the seat of my bikini. he applied just a tiny bit of pressure, enough to make me whimper at the squishy, icky feeling. “i almost feel like you want people to see.”
“not people. just dad.” i said, shaking my ass slightly in dad’s direction.
“you sicko. i adore you, you know that?”
i giggled and squealed when daddy picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, messy bottom sticking up.
“stop squealing.” daddy said as he started to carry me back to the beach house. “you stink, you gross little girl. let’s go get you changed.”
