The phone vibrated in Del’s pocket in the middle of the staff meeting. It was just heading into the second hour of the meeting where half the management team was struggling to stay awake. It never failed. The weekly meeting every Friday after lunch took up to two hours to cover a half hour’s worth of business. Del was already thinking about taking off once the meeting was over when he slipped his phone out of his pocket to furtively check the message that just came in. The moment he saw the photo of Lauren the skin on the back of his neck went sweaty and he looked around to make sure no one else could see what was on his phone screen.
Lauren was Del’s nineteen-year-old daughter, and the selfie she just sent him wasn’t exactly risqué, but it was much more revealing of her heavily curvaceous body than she’d ever sent him before. She was sitting on her carpeted bedroom floor in front of the full-length mirror. Wearing a pair of form-hugging booty shorts, her knees were raised and slightly tilted to the side, showing off the thick, shapely undersides of her thighs. Her skin looked satin smooth and already tanned a light shade of cinnamon.
On top, Lauren was wearing a clingy, white T shirt that was cropped a couple of inches below her enormous, round boobs. The shirt was so tight and thin as to make it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her long, light brown hair was loose and flowing down over one shoulder but pulled aside to keep the conspicuous swell of her tits in the forefront of the photo.
The girl was normally highly self-conscious of her pneumatically voluptuous body so it was a rare occurrence to see her dressed the way she was in her selfie. And it was just on the edge of being suggestive enough to make Del wonder why she would’ve sent the photo to her own father. He suspected she must have meant to send it to someone else. But who? She wasn’t going out with anyone, as usual, so she must have meant to send the shot to one of her friends.
Del furtively scanned the conference room. No one was paying any attention to the fact that he was paying more attention to his phone than anything else. Taking one more long look at his ripe, curvy daughter, he tucked the phone back in his pocket. Less than a minute later the phone vibrated again.
Checking the new message, he found another selfie from Lauren. It was almost the same as the first one, except in this one she had her finger hooked under the bottom hem of her shirt and was pulling it up just high enough to expose the smooth, round undercurves of her extravagant tits. Del’s face felt like it was burning as he stared in awe at this rare view of his luscious daughter. Her pretty face had that usual look of uncertainty as she gazed at into the camera.
The second shot made it obvious she’d meant to send the pictures to some other number. Knowing his daughter, Del realized she’d most surely die of embarrassment the second she realized her mistake.
The meeting droned on for another twenty minutes. Del spent the whole time sneaking more looks at phone, fighting the urge to let his cock go hard and deciding how to reply to the messages. Even if the pictures were meant for someone else, he couldn’t just ignore them. He’d always tried to be open and honest with his only daughter. But then again, there was the possibility she might feel better if he just pretended he never saw them.