Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... what else I had to try on.

"I think that might be it. There's only a few other things in my closet I haven't gone through yet. It's... let's see... sixty for these two things. Not the undies..."

He swiftly hops up from the couch, towering over me, and says, "Fine, sixty it is there. Now why don't we go take a look and see if there's anything else you need?"

I watch him bend down and pick up the little black thong I tried on, and hold my hand out as he gives it back to me.

"Oh! Thank you! We don't need my underwear laying all around the house." I pause for a second and command, "Come on!"

As he follows along, I hear him chuckling, still likely amused by that display back on the couch. I can't believe he made me do that. And then just to tap my butt like that. I was lucky he didn't seriously take the money back...

I lead us down the hall to my bedroom. It's bright, and pink, and smells like cotton candy in the room. Everything is neat and tidy except for the piles outside my closet with the different articles I've shown Dad. He shows himself into my closet and looks around. It's nerve wracking having a parent in my space. He is only several feet away from a little stash of weed, and a drawer of lingerie and toys. I was silently praying he wouldn't do too much exploring.

He looks at me and says, "Everything else in here looks pretty modern, Raya. Did we do it? Should we just tally up everything you showed me?"

I look around as well and respond, "Yeah, I ...

... think that might be everything, honestly. I have like two more pairs of panties, and a bathing suit. Do you want to just give me ... what would that be... like sixty dollars? Then we can be done."

He thinks for a moment and says, "We could do that, if you just want sixty. If you want more than that, we could play guess the color again. If I guess wrong, double the value."

I look at him curiously and ask, "And if you guess right?"

It feels so strange that I'm almost anticipating something dirty will be coming from his mouth. It's all felt so intimate to me and I can't imagine he hasn't had an intrusive thought. I, of course, didn't want him to have any abnormal thoughts or feeling about me by any means. I just almost expected he might, given how much skin he's been privy to.

He laughs and answers, "If I'm right, you can still have double. You just have to act amazed. Maybe bow at my feet. We'll see how I'm feeling."

I laugh at the silliness he consistenty exhibits. It reminds me of how weird I am for thinking about all of this as anything but a dad helping his daughter.

I answer, "Okay, deal. As long as I don't get spanked again." I laugh and add, "Sit on the bed, I'll change in the closet!"

I walk over to the walk-in closet and shut the door, leaving it only slightly cracked. I strip off the little skirt and sports bra, placing them into the discard pile. I then pull down the little black thong, smiling as I think about trying to lie to him, him making me ...