Driving Heidi Home - Sex Stories

Driving Heidi Home

... question than a statement. "Now I doubt that," I said. "Don't you ever get a funny feeling in your tummy around boys, or even when a grown man looks at you in a certain way?" She nodded, slowly. "That's feeling 'sexy'. I bet you felt kind of sexy today, walking around with no panties!" "Yeah, I guess I did. Especially around you, Mr. Johnson, er ... Daddy. Is that weird?" "No baby, that's perfectly natural. See, you are old enough to feel sexy. The fact that a grown man makes you feel 'kind of weird' just because you don't have panties on proves it. Just like those college girls--they sometimes go panty-free just to get that feeling. Now, if you think about it, that funny feeling is kind of nice, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is. So that's why grown up girls don't wear panties sometimes?" "Exactly. They just like to give themselves that sexy feeling. There's nothing wrong with it Heidi, it's very healthy." "So, you think I'm like a college girl? Cool! But I'm not sexy or anything; I'm just a little k**. Look how small my breasts are!" "They'll grow honey, and besides, I think your breasts are very sexy, just like they are. But the best way to tell if you're growing up is this: do you have any pubic hair yet?" "Umm, ... I'm not sure." "What do you mean?" I asked, thinking I knew exactly what she meant. "Well, I'm not sure it's really pubic hair." "There's only one way to know for sure. I'll check it for you." Phase five. She started a bit as my hand reached into her lap, but ...

... apparently remembering that this sort of trust was supposedly "normal" for any girl who actually had a daddy, she said nothing. In fact, she parted her legs a little bit more for me. I placed my palm on her inner thigh. It was so soft, so tender. I slowly slid it up her leg, approaching her heated crotch. I slid my fingertips along the crease her slender leg made where it joined her torso, across her lower belly, and then down to the patch of peach fuzz above her junior high slit. My cock actually hurt as it strained against my jeans. I could feel it drooling pre-cum as I let my fingertips circle gently through the pubescent "bush". As her skirt covered my hand and her treasure, I couldn't see to say, but from the fine lightness I'd noticed of hair along her forearms, I guessed that the down of her sweet puss would still be very light-colored as well. I suspected that even up close, in good light, her wispy fuzz it would be nearly invisible. Of course, I p-lanned to verify that at the first opportunity, but unfortunately not yet. She closed her eyes. I let my fingers drop just a bit, to lightly brush across her tight outer labia, and then back up to her tiny little clit. I heard a gasp escape her lips. I brushed my fingers back down along the slit, pausing near the bottom, pressing in a bit. I then removed my hand and sat back up in my seat. She opened her eyes, slightly surprised at the sudden stop, and looked at me expectantly. "Yep, that's pubic hair on the way. It will grow in ...