The Adventures of Poppy - By Daddy John

Poppy’s Day at the Beach

Poppy was very excited. Daddy had promised to take her to North Palm Beach for a swim and a picnic if the weather was good, and the sun had risen over a glorious sunny day. Daddy had packed everything; swimsuits, sunhats, sunscreen, sandwiches, lemonade, some fruit and some surprises to give Poppy if she was good. It was still very early, with lots of people still on their way to work when they headed off in the other direction. Daddy had taken the day off especially to be with his favourite little girl. Poppy got to sit in the front seat, so long as she promised not to fiddle with stereo controls (although she did play with them a bit, to turn it off the boring news station daddy was listening to). They sang Wiggles songs as they drove, and in no time were at the beach.

Poppy loves North Palm Beach because it has a calm-water side as well as surf, and a big lighthouse on top of the hill. The dunes and bushes are great for hide and seek. Daddy carried everything in his backpack, except the bucket and spade set, that Poppy carried, as they walked the long track from the car park. "Can I put my swimmers on?" Poppy asked when they got to where they would set everything up, right at the base of the hillside. "Sure thing sweetie" replied Daddy. Poppy lay down on the towel so Daddy could change her. She had been a good girl and her pull-ups were still dry, so they got saved for later. Daddy admired the beautiful form of Poppy as he put her floral swimsuit on (she may have acted like a little girl, but her body was seriously hot), then insisting on putting on a T-shirt until it was time to get wet. Poppy protested "But I wanna get freckles" she cried and ran away up the sand dune.

Daddy chased her and soon caught up. He slung her over his shoulder in a fireman carry, and gave her mock spanking on her bottom as he carried her back down. The T-shirt on and sunscreen and sun hats protecting Poppy from the harsh sun, the two went down to the waters edge, with bucket and spade, and built a great sandcastle, the biggest ever, fit for a Princess Poppy. As they dug a moat to go around the castle and down to where the waves came to, the water began to stream in. The water streaming in got Poppy thinking about doing wee-wees, as she hadn't gone since she woke up. "Daddy!" she cried as she realised too late she needed to go. She sat up, her bottom just above the sand, as her swimmers dampened and then a fast-flowing stream flowed out of them, straight onto the sand. A bit got absorbed by the sand, but soon rivulets of wee flowed down to the moat. Daddy didn't mind. "That's a lot of wee for a little girl" he said, wondering to himself how such a little bladder could hold that much fluid. When she finally finished, Poppy looked a bit embarrassed. A dark stain was clearly visible on her swimsuit, and when she sat down on the wet sand it stuck to her swimsuit. "It's OK said Daddy, you can go for a quick swim and nobody will ever know." so he carried her into the water and helped her in the waves. Sure enough, there was no sign of Poppy's accident once the swimsuit was all wet.

They stayed in the water for a bit, Daddy cuddling Poppy to keep her warm, then decided to go for a bushwalk up to the lighthouse. For the walk, Daddy changed Poppy out of her swimmers, and back into a short skirt, T-shirt and the pull-up from before (just in case). Her skin was still cool from the water, and her nipples stood erect against her tight T-shirt. "My beautiful Princess" Daddy thought out loud. Poppy shrugged shyly. Up the hill they went, Daddy carrying everything, while Poppy drank from a large water bottle. Soon Poppy complained that she was too tired to walk. "But we're almost there" said Daddy, but Poppy refused to go another step, and held her arms up for a cuddle. Daddy sighed, and lifted Poppy up. With the backpack on his back, Poppy wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He held her up with his hands under her padded bottom.

They paused, enjoying the sensation of closeness the position created, before Daddy continued walking. A short distance was covered before they reached a nice spot to rest. Daddy gently sat down, while Poppy, who seemed half-asleep, stayed wrapped around him. Daddy sat, leaning on the backpack and stroking Poppy's hair, back and bottom while gently kissing her cheek. Poppy, half-asleep, enjoyed the sensation and felt completely relaxed, so much so, that although she could feel her bladder straining, she didn't feel any need to hold it in. As she sucked her thumb, a warmness spread throughout her pull-ups, which quickly filled to capacity (the pull-ups not really being designed for anything but show). Warm wee flowed out of her pull up onto Daddy's lap. But Daddy, far from being cross, just held her tighter to him, his hand find its way under her pull-up and stroking her bottom and ‘Jenny’. Poppy could feel Daddy's ‘Johnny’ straining in his long shorts, that were now thoroughly soaked from her. She sat up a bit, and Daddy undid the buttons, releasing his hard ‘Johnny’ from the constraints of his pants. She pulled her pull-ups to one side, and Daddy's ‘Johnny’ began to rub against the outside of her ‘Jenny’. They kissed deeply as she lowered herself onto his ‘Johnny’, which disappeared deep inside her, their wet clothes squelching as they ground into each other.