Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... and shabby material. I couldn't have paid more than a few dollars for it. The twenty would be a great return. I pull it up and adjust it in place, then yell back out through the door.

"Okay... ready? The next one is plaid but is mostly one color... what do you think it is?"

There is silence for a moment, and then he says, "Well, well... plaid, eh? My gut is telling me it's red. But I can't always trust my gut..." A few more seconds go by when he finally guesses, "I don't know, Raya. Is it... pink?"

I swing the door open and look playfully annoyed as I exclaim, "How are you guessing all of these right?! Do you have a camera in my closet? How are you doing this?"

I walk out to him and show off the front of the little garment. He laughs and observes as he says, "Just father's intuition. It's my job to know what you're up to at all times. Twenty-four hour surveilance. You'll get it when you have a kid one day."

I certainly hope he isn't always watching. There are plenty of things I do in this room that would be embarrassing for him to see.

I smile and concede as I say, "Well, you did it again, then. Pretty impressive!"

He laughs and says, "Not as impressive as these ones you're wearing! Those are cute, Raya. I mean, why are you getting rid of them?"

I pause for a second and answer, "Honestly, they're just kind of cheap. I don't know what brand they are, but they just don't feel the best."

He smiles and says, "Well let's make sure you don't get them ...

... again then. Come here, let me see."

I walk towards him to where he sits on my bed. As I get within arms length, he spins me around again and pulls my hips a little closer to his lap. I almost sit out of instinct, but stop myself, realizing how weird that would be. I feel him again reach into my waistband and fish out the tag. He holds it there for a second, mumbling curiously.

"Never heard of it, sweetie," he says as he tucks the tag back in and adjusts the waistband on both sides, lifting it slightly higher than it was before. I'm so happy my face is away from his as I feel my front teeth bite down gently on my lower lip. We need to be done with this already. The odd intimacy is inspiring very foreign emotions I know it shouldn't be. It almost seems like he's intentionally messing with me. But there's no way. He would never.

I take a step forward as I say, "Okay, so... the bathing suit?"

He chuckles and says, "Finally the last one right? Wait, I need a picture of these ones."

I turn around and face him as I wait for him to take the photo.

"It's a little hard to tell what kind they are from the front. I think the back shows what type of panties they are a little better, honey."

I turn back around with a smile as I comply.

He then adds, "Well, maybe not. Now I can hardly even make out the color of the fabric. Maybe try leaning forward a little?"

I do as he says, bending at the waist and arching my back. I was certain this pose was giving him a thorough ...