Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... the panties a little small too, baby?"

Still facing away from him, I think for a second and say, "I mean, yeah. They are a little tight, you know?"

I pull up the bottom of the dress to show off my plump cheeks barely hidden by the little bit of cotton covering them. He looks at them a little bit longer this time. It's hard to tell what precisely he is thinking.

Finally, he says, "Well, we did say that was part of it. So what, sixty for the dress, ten for your... those..."

Giggling, I cut him off and ask, "My panties?"

He chuckles and says, "Yeah, those. Wasn't sure what you girls like to call them these days."

He is acting somewhat strangely. Likely just seeing too much of his daughter. Dad's are always a little weird about their daughters growing up. It's probably just something along those lines.

"Okay, well, perfect! I will run and get changed again!"

I run back down the hall and strip off the dress and the pink and white panties. Next, I find a pair of seamless, white panties. Once again, they are a size too small. I then pick up a pleated, light denim skirt and pull it up. Next, a matching denim halter top. The skirt is extremely short from being older, and the halter top can barely contain my cleavage from spilling out. My long legs and midriff are exposed as I return to the living room. Dad laughs as soon as he sees me.

"You look like a Barbie doll, sweetie! Go on, let's see it all."

I do a quick turn around to provide a three hundred, ...

... sixty degree view.

Dad smiles at me and says, "I think I owe you even more money, Raya. These are obviously too small for you, too. If you wore this out, guys would be on you like piranhas. So, what's that, eighty?"

I nodded my head and added, "yeah, but also underneath, remember?"

It is so awkward, showing off the panties. I try to give him an out, in case it's too uncomfortable.

I cross one ankle over the other as I suggest, "Actually, I can just tell you how many pairs I have that need to go, and we can just add up the total."

He chuckles again and playfully says, "Yeah, nice try. Then I'll just be buying you everything on display at Victoria's secret. I'm onto you!"

I giggle and say, "noo, I wouldn't do that!"

He smiles back at me and sarcastically says, "Yeah, sure." He pauses for a moment and adds, "Seems like you're trying to get a little more money, huh? Maybe we can turn this into some kind of game. Make it interesting. How about this: if I can guess the color of your panties correctly, you get nothing except the ten. But if I get it wrong, you get twenty. How's that?"

I laugh, considering the ridiculousness of the offer, but see it as a no-lose scenario for me. I smile and say, "All right, deal! Sooo.... what color do you think I have on?" I place my hands on my hips and move them back and forth slowly as I await his guess.

He smirks and thinks for a few moments. "Let's see... denim set... short skirt. I'm going to guess... gray?"

I smile ...