Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... You don't remember?"

I giggle awkwardly and rub the back of my head as I respond, "Oh yeah, I do remember that now. I wasn't looking for all that attention. I didn't know there would be that many people there."

He sets his phone beside him and reaches out for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me a little closer to him. "Suuuure, you didn't," he says with a laugh. "Is that why, when you stepped foot on the beach, you pulled these little strings six inches higher?"

He takes the little bows on each side of my hips between his fingers and lifts them up. The fabric presses against my mound and goes deeper in between my bubbly cheeks. I look at him amusedly, trying my best to hide any expression from the sensation on my face.

"There, they were just like this," he says as he takes his hands away.

I giggle and refute, "Come on, I don't think they were this bad."

I pick up his phone next to him and look at the picture, realizing he has many more from that day in his gallery. All of me. Why does he have so many? Ones of me running into the water, standing and looking at the water, laying down on my towel. I have no memory of him taking all of them. And he definitely never shared them with me before. It was certainly curious. I hand him the phone back and say, "I never knew you took so many photos of me. I would have liked to have seen those! Maybe they would have made it on my IG?"

He smiles and says, "I don't want to see my daughter's ass on her IG page, ...

... Raya."

I half-jokingly respond, "No? So just in your phone?"

He chuckles again and says, "No, I never look at them. I just like taking pictures of you. A father can't enjoy taking photos of his daughter?"

I smile and respond, "I guess it's kind of nice, so it's okay. It's the last time you'll be seeing me in this, so make sure you get a good one!"

He laughs and says, "I don't know why you're getting rid of these, honestly. It all looks great on you, sweetie."

I giggle and say, "As much as I appreciate that, it's just a little too much. Too tiny." I point to my breasts, "See, the fabric is hardly even covering me here. My whole chest is exposed. One wrong move, everyone gets a show." I then point down to the front of the bikini, "and this is almost only string. Look at this little triangle cut-out of fabric. It barely covers everything."

He holds the phone up and takes a picture as I stand there with my hands on the strings of the bottoms. He then says, "Point taken. Go on, what else don't you like?"

As if he's cued me to show off the back, I turn around and showcase the back of the bikini. The little green and white string pressing against me, serving as the fabric divide in my smooth, round, heart-shaped butt.

I look back at him as he stares at my exposed cheeks and I say, "Just like, how much it shows, I guess. Or how little it covers. Look, when I bend over, I don't even know that it's covering everything back there."

I bend over at the hips, straighten my ...