It was a normal Friday evening, Mom was out with her Canasta group and I had stopped over to have a dinner and movie night with my Daddy.
I came over right after work and was still in my dull professional clothes. I yelled hello to my father as I dashed upstairs and grabbed one of his old button down flannels to change into. I so hated my regular work clothes and was looking forward to a quiet comfortable evening. The shirt was nice and long so with just my panties and shirt I stared to head back down stairs. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stopped to fix my hair up a bit. Looking at myself in the mirror I got a little bit of pride, I had recently started swimming during my lunch break and the work was really paying off. At 21 I'm only 5 ft 3 and have full C breasts. My legs were looking nice and slender and I turned, picking up the shirt, to check out my now very tight ass. Turning back I flipped my long brown hair back and undid some of the buttons on the shirt. My cleavage was quite impressive and just looking at myself I stared to get a little turned on. I'd always liked being watched, even if it was just me doing the watching. My nipples stood out through the now thin with ware flannel and I thought, damn if I had a boyfriend at the moment I could really drive him nuts teasing him with this big old shirt on at the moment. I pulled myself back to reality though, I had always had trouble finding a good enough guy, I was very specific in my taste, and I headed back down stairs while buttoning the shirt back up.
"Hi daddy" I said as I came into the kitchen. He was sitting at the table going through the days mail, he looked up when I came in.
"Hi princess, what movie did you pick for tonight, nothing too sappy I hope, I get enough of that with your mother" he joked.
"Don't worry, I got a nice blood soaked one, something about a summer camp slaying or some such non-sense" I said "the sort of movie you would love" I winked
He got up, gave me a peck on the cheek and went to the fridge.. He pulled out a beer for each of us and suggested a chicken salad for dinner.
We discussed the week while he grilled the chicken and I cut the veggies. After the second beer dinner was ready and we sat at the table joking about the boy my sister had brought home last weekend. She really did have a knack for finding the highly dorky ones.
Daddy got up and started to put the dishes away. I watched him. For a man his age he was in great shape, even in dull old sweats and a T you could see he had a great body. He was graying and his hair line wasn't what it used to be but he had this look of maturity and compassion about him. He had rough strong hands and a sun worn face but this twinkle in his eye that made him seem so young. Really what I wanted in a boyfriend was someone like him, which was probably why I was single I laughed at myself, not many real men like that around anymore and let's face it, no one can compare to my Daddy.
"ok princess, ready for the movie?" he said grabbing two more beers and heading toward the living room.
"Sure thing" I said as I grabbed the movie and came in after him
He sat on the sofa and popped his feet up on the coffee table (something he only did when Mom wasn't around to nag him about it). I flicked the lights off and came to sit next to him.
My legs started to feel a little chilly so I grabbed a blanket, curled up with my head on his lap and waited for the teens at the camp to get splattered.
It was your typical slasher flick, lots of blood and lots of tits. But there was this one girl who, before she was spiked right through the middle with a broken boat oar had the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen. Even Daddy had made some sort of noise at the sight of them.
"Damn " I said taking the blanket off and sitting up "Those were some seriously nice tits"
He nodded, then remembered who he was talking with and said "That's not a very appropriate comment given the present company is it?"
"Daddy" I said more softly "It's just that I was thinking of having mine worked on, maybe making them a little bigger,, sort of like hers so I guess I was just looking for the opinion from a man's point of view if those were really nice"
"Sweetie" he sighed "All breasts are nice as far as men are concerned, you are just fine the way you are, don't worry about such silly things"
"I don't know" I said and I undid the top few buttons on my shirt. Without even thinking I pulled my shirt aside and held my breasts. "Don't you think they could be rounder or something?"
He looked over, eyes bulging, with his mouth open. He tried to maintain his Daddy calmness but as I saw him looking longingly at my breasts I realized then just how much I wanted him to keep looking at me and how badly I wanted his strong rough hands touching me. Immediately turned on I had to have him. I had to get my Daddy off.
"Princess, um, your breasts,, are just fine" he stammered and tried to look away "don't you go thinking about surgery or anything, now let's watch the rest of these kids get slashed"
But it was too late, I knew what I wanted and I wasn't leaving until he gave it to me.
"But Daddy" I said in my most innocent voice as I took his hand and placed it on my breast "Feel how they isn't as full as they could be, I'd like mine to be fuller, rounder." I moved his hand across my nipple "Don't you think they could be better, you know just from a man's point of view" I said, acting as innocent as possible. The nipple he had just touched got hard almost instantly and as casually as I could I started to play with my other one to make it hard to. The look on his face told me that he was scared but that he didn't want to take his hand off of me.
