It was late Wednesday evening and 18-year-old Victoria was in her frilly, girly, pink and white bedroom preparing for bed. She was feeling quite naughty as she looked at the items lying on the foot stool that she was planning to dress up in tomorrow when daddy left to play his regularly scheduled golf game – items that she had "borrowed" from her mother's closet. From the time she was a toddler she had loved playing dress up in mummy's clothes and shoes, but lately she had begun to feel an almost overwhelming and somewhat confusing compulsion to shed her young girl clothes and dress in the luxurious, sophisticated clothing seeming to call to her from her mum's closet. She especially loved mum's high heels – the higher the better, and the unexpected discovery she had made of the incredible shoes hidden way in the back of her closet was a temptation she couldn't resist. She gasped when she first saw them, surprised that her very reserved mother even owned, let alone ever wore such wickedly sexy shoes. They were black leather with the tallest, skinniest heels she had ever, ever seen – at least 6 inches. The toes came to wicked points and they had very thin little ankle straps. She didn't understand and couldn't begin to explain the delicious feeling that washed over her body when she thought of wearing those shoes, of strutting around in front of her mirror in them, oooooohhhhhh she couldn't wait!!! Along with the shoes she had pilfered a glorious thin, black wool crepe pencil skirt; a red, Italian wool and cashmere cap sleeve, back zip sweater with corset-inspired stitching and boning at the nipped in waist to create an amazing figure hugging fit. Mmmm, she just knew she was going to love the look and feel of those sophisticated pieces on her teenage body.
Because her nubile young body more closely resembled that of her tall, curvy, voluptuous Auntie Vivienne, as opposed to the slimmer, petite figure of her mother, from about age 15 she had been able to fit into her mum's clothes and shoes. With her recent growth spurt mum's clothes might now even be too small for her – something she would excitedly be testing tomorrow. She was already 5'6" – all leg, as her father would often say – to her mother's 5'4" and her family told her that if she continued to take after Auntie Vivienne she could expect a last and final two to four inch growth. Victoria had initially been concerned about her height and weight, worried that she was far more curvy and developed than her schoolmates, until her adoring daddy told her that she was just perfect. That he was so pleased for her that she was developing the curvaceous, sexy body of a real woman – not the stick figures her girlfriends all wanted to emulate. Of course, daddy didn't use the word sexy when he cuddled her on his lap and dried her worried tears, but she knew that's what he meant. She so loved it when daddy sat her on his lap and tickled and teased and cuddled her, whispering silly little secrets in her ear. Of course she loved her mum, but she always was and always would be her daddy's girl.
Lately though those times spent cuddled on daddy's lap had taken on a new twist. She had begun to feel the unaccustomed sensation she sometimes felt when she and her friends secretly watched their parents' "R" rated movies.
-Even though she had recently celebrated her 18th birthday, she was a bit behind the kids her age as she had had to repeat one of her early grade school terms because of her family's frequent moves as her daddy climbed the ladder of success at his firm, going wherever he was most needed and learning everything he needed to be the high level manager that he now was. When they did finally settle for good in their current home, her overprotective mother decided Victoria should be home schooled, which further curtailed the normal socialization process. Leaving her, to her mind, much more naïve than her new high school friends – her mum finally capitulating and letting her have one year in "regular" school before heading to university. –
She couldn't admit to anyone that sitting on daddy's lap now created the wetness and throbbing between her legs that she experienced when watching the movie characters kissing and touching and..... fucking....ooh, that made her feel naughty. She thought that maybe daddy was having some of the same issues, as there seemed to be a new stiffness to his body when she sat on his lap and he cuddled her, and he seemed ever more frequently to "accidentally" brush her in private places when he tickled her. He never got annoyed anymore when she squirmed on his lap and had begun to increase his tickling of her, which increased her squeals and squirms. There seemed to be a new quality to his voice when he whispered in her ear and the way he almost seemed to rub himself against her when he held her against him. For her part, while not fully understanding why, Victoria was thrilled with this and found herself coming up with excuse after excuse to plop herself on her daddy's hard lap. Of course, her mummy had told her recently that she was too old to be doing this anymore, so Victoria was thrilled that her mum's new job required her to do quite a bit of travelling, which would allow Victoria to indulge herself when mummy was away – as was the case this week.
Pushing these somewhat disturbing thoughts away, Victoria rose from the settee where she was currently sprawled to head down stairs to say goodnight to her dad. Glancing at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror across from her bed she thought briefly of pulling on shorts and a top as she was currently wearing her customary night outfit of tiny white cotton panties and matching spaghetti strap tank top; however, since it was such an unseasonably warm night and, after all, it was just her daddy, she decided she would go down just as she was.
Reaching the door to the family room, Victoria saw that her dad had had the same thought about the heat, as he was sitting on the comfy over-sized sofa in just a pair of boxer shorts. As he hadn't noticed her arrival yet, Victoria took a moment to admire her gorgeous 44 year old father. While many of her friends' dads seemed old and paunchy, her father kept himself in impressive shape. He had the hard sculpted muscles of a man half his age, with thick dark hair and piercing dark eyes, and as he was quite the sports fanatic, he spent oodles of time outside and his skin was a deep dark bronze. She knew why all her friends always wanted to hang out at her house....so they could ooh and ah over her adorable daddy. She had to admit that she did a bit of that herself in secret, and couldn't suppress a little sigh, which finally had her daddy looking over at her. He seemed momentarily stunned and a bit nonplussed to see her dressed, or more like it, undressed, to such an extent, but quickly recovered, smiled and said "hi, baby girl"....oh, God, why did hearing him say something that he'd said to her for years and years suddenly bring on the throbbing between her legs?
"Hi, daddy" Victoria responded "just came to say goodnight....I'm going to go to bed now".
"Ok, sweetie, well come over and give us a kiss before you head back up."
"Ok, daddy" said Victoria in her sweet young voice.
Reaching the sofa where her daddy sat, Victoria found herself standing with her feet on either side of his. As she bent forward to give him a quick kiss, he reached up and found her most sensitive spot on her side, sending her into a fit of giggles, making her lose her balance and fall forward, straddling his lap and pressing her firm, generous up-titled teenage breasts against his chest. This caused her daddy to issue a deep low moan and had Victoria looking up with concern and saying "I'm sorry, did I hurt you, daddy?"
Even though he had a quite pained look on his face, he smiled and said "no, baby, not at all." Relieved, Victoria leaned forward and gave him her customary quick smacking kiss then wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder for a quick cuddle.
