Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... victoriously as I turn around and lift up some of the skirt. "Wrong! They're just white this time!" I show him the full backside of the panties as he smiles with slight defeat written on his face.

"Okay, okay. You got lucky. So that's twenty for this pair. Go on and change into your next outfit, honey. I'm sure I'll get it right on the next one!"

I laugh as I make my way back to my room and strip out of all of the garments. Next, I put on a little black set; a lace thong and bra. The thong is itty-bitty, and is snug against my most sensitive areas. The bra is tight against my chest. I then pull over a little red dress. It's rather tight and short on me. Fairly low cut, showing a trace of the black bra underneath. The thong is mostly hidden, but the straps can be made out a little under the tight dress. The length is short, resting high up my thighs. I prance back out to the living room to find him in the same spot.

He thinks for a moment and says, "Really, you don't like that dress honey?"

I do a quick spin and answer, "Nope, I don't love the way it fits anymore. It's just a little too tight in some areas. Anything I wear underneath it can be seen so easily."

He inspects me again for a moment and smirks as he says, "Yeah, I did notice that. And I'm sorry to say, I do know it's black underneath, so nothing extra."

My mouth opens wide, playfully annoyed. "Hey! That's not fair, I can't help it! I shouldn't have even worn anything underneath for this dress, I ...

... guess."

His eyebrows raise at the mention of that idea. He seems to realize it isn't really fair as he suggests, "Okay, okay, maybe that wasn't totally fair. If you're sure you want the dress to go, let's just look at what's underneath. If we think they have to go too, I'll give you double for them. That way you aren't missing out."

Did he just ask me to strip down in front of him? Down to just my underwear? I mean, it is just underwear, but it's a thong, and a lace bra... and we're in the living room. And this can't be a normal father-daughter activity.

I look at him a little peculiarly, but then decide to call the bluff. "Okay, deal," I say as I reach down and lift the little dress up over my head, exposing the little black thong I have on, the little lace bra, and all of my warm, sun-kissed skin - areas typically only on display in bikinis. I drop the dress on the floor beside me.

After a few seconds, with my hands on my hips, I ask, "See how small they both are? These have definitely run their course."

He looks frozen in time as he stares at my exposed figure without as much as a peep. Finally, he speaks up and says, "No, I think you're right. I think they look great, but definitely too small. I'm sure the back is almost non-existent, huh?"

I turn around and show off the view from the back. The lace fabric is wedged between my round cheeks and can only be seen on my hips from that vantage point.

I add, "Yeah, which isn't bad if everything is the right ...