My dad would get very brazen with molesting me to where he would actually do it in public places or otherwise places where we were alone but in the open, so there was still a chance that we could’ve been seen. These times mainly happened when I was 15, but there were at least two times I can remember when I was younger.

The earliest I can remember is when I was 11 and we were staying at a beach house with other relatives for Thanksgiving. The beach house had a hot tub that my dad and I were lounging in late at night. My mom and other family members were there too at first, but they eventually went back inside to go to bed, leaving my dad and I alone. He had me sit on the side of the hot tub and started going down on me, right outside of the large beach house that had plenty of windows where someone could have spotted us. My dad was aware of this and told me to watch the windows for him.

I kept closing my eyes like I always would when he’d give me oral because it felt good and I just wanted to enjoy it. He noticed this and would keep snapping at me to watch the windows. By the third time he told me, he said it angrily. I became scared and wasn’t enjoying it anymore. When I eventually climaxed, he apologized to me afterward and said he just wanted me to keep an eye out for him. One has to wonder why he even bothered if he was that worried about being seen. I don’t know if that was the first time he molested me out in the open, but that is the only time I remember him being so concerned about getting caught.

Another time was when I was 12. We were on another vacation, but this time, it was just me and my parents. My dad told my mom he was going to take me out on a walk to go sight-seeing. But all he did was take me out to somewhere secluded so he could molest me. I remember him having a good look around before he had me lay down on the grass and take off my jeans. He took one more look around before proceeding to eat me out. He didn’t ask me to keep an eye out this time, perhaps because of the previous time he did it in an open area and also made sure this time it was somewhere we were less likely to get caught.

When I was 15, when my dad started doing it just about daily, he molested me in public several times. Many of these took place on occasions where I would be wearing a bikini. When I was at the beach, at a pool or at my family’s creek. I would notice him eyeing me up, looking at my body. Then out of nowhere, he’d ask me to come with him where he would take me to someplace secluded and give me oral sex until I had an orgasm. Obviously, he’d get aroused looking at me and it got to where he couldn’t take it anymore, I guess, and “needed” to go down on me. Even if it meant risking getting caught.

The most brazen he got were two instances I can remember. Once was at a pool at some hotel we were staying at while traveling. I was by myself with just a few other strangers at first, but then my dad ended up coming down to sit by the pool. My mom was still in the room. He had actually eaten me out twice that morning while mom was out doing something so I immediately became anxious when I saw he was there. He ended up telling me I had swam enough and had me get out of the pool. But he snuck me away to some back room of the hotel where guests probably weren’t allowed. That didn’t deter him, of course and we were there a while because he took the time to have his way with my body before giving me oral.

Another time was at a beach with both my parents again. I was sun tanning in my bikini, no doubt my dad was checking me out because he said something to my mom about taking me to go find some tide pools. He took me straight to the women’s bathroom where he had me sit on one of their toilets so he could eat me out. He didn’t take his time with my body this time, probably because he knew he needed to be quick about it. I remember hearing people talking, passing by the bathrooms and my dad not seeming to care as he just went on until I came. But that’s how brazen my dad became with it and had the devil’s luck because he wasn’t caught.

At least he wasn’t successful every time he tried molesting me in public. Sometimes I was able to get away from him by telling him things like I had to go to the bathroom or that I was starting my monthly cycle, until the latter couldn’t work when my parents started having me take birth control which prevented that. The bathroom excuse wouldn’t work always either. My dad would sometimes tell me I could just go after “we” were done. That or he would just tell me “You can hold it,” in a very stern voice that would terrify me to where I wouldn’t protest anymore. Sometimes I was able to get away, sometimes I wasn’t.

I don’t know exactly how many times my dad molested me in public like that when I was 15, but if I had to guess, probably around twelve times. That’s not counting the times he tried to, but I was able to get away. Able to get away that time, anyway. There was no getting away from it with him and this just goes to show how he would create these instances so he could perform oral sex on me as often as he could. It went to show I was never safe from him when he was around.

Well, sex where you stand a chance of being caught can be quite the thrill. Been there, done that, almost got caught....

I think that, and yeah he just couldn't stand it after so long of ogling you.

I find the ogling predictable, but creepy. What decent father undresses their daughter with their eyes? It's one thing for me to see a cute 15 year old and notice they're cute because I have eyes, but ogling and wishing I had that young thing? Ew, that's creepy. I have a godkid and no dirty old man better eye them in front of me. Ew. Ew, ew ew ew.

Maybe that was part of the appeal, I don't know. And yeah, even when he wouldn't be molesting me, I still felt very dirty and uncomfortable with just him watching me. I hope you never have to catch anyone doing that yourself.