My married daughter, Jillian (Jill), had fallen on bad times. Her husband, Brian, had unknowingly gotten into some financial trouble at his job. Ignorance is no excuse, so the consequences for him turned out to be six years in prison. Because his income would be lost, she moved back in with my wife (not her mother) and I.
Jillian is a cute girl, long, light brown hair, about 5'6" tall, and carrying a couple of extra pounds, which just makes her appear softer. Her best feature, though, is her legs, which are truly outstanding. With me being a leg man, they were the feature I appreciated the most.
She never missed a chance to show them off, either. When she would get home from work, she'd kick her heels off and sit on the couch across from me. I enjoyed looking at her legs, always sheathed in sheer nylons.
After about six weeks, my wife had to visit her parents' home for the weekend, about two hundred miles away. On Friday evening, I told Jill that I would take her out to dinner at a nice place, and she seemed very excited.
"Okay Dad, how should I dress?" she asked. I told her to dress nicely, but not over-the-top formal.
I changed into slacks and a turtleneck, and she came down wearing a cute blue dress, cut slightly above the knee, exposing sheer nylons and three inch stilettos. My four-wheel drive truck sits up pretty high, and when I helped her in the truck, she swung her legs in, and I was surprised to see the tops of her nylon stockings when I expected pantyhose.
As I drove to the eatery we made small-talk, but I couldn't keep my mind off of her legs. The hem of her dress had ridden up to above her stocking tops, and I could see the glint of her garter clip when we went under a street light. It was having an effect on me, causing feelings I was unfamiliar with, and my cock to harden painfully.
"What's wrong, Dad?" she asked after I didn't respond to something she said.
As she talked, she turned slightly toward me and crossed her legs, causing her dress to ride up higher. Now I could see the strap of her garter belt.
"Oh, nothing, Honey," I responded. "I'm just thinking."
"About what, Dad?" she continued.
"Nothing in particular, Jill," I answered.
"Is it my legs, Dad?"
I know I turned red at that, as if she were reading my mind.
"I know you like legs, Dad... Mom's told me several times what a leg man you are!" she said smiling.
She ran her hand down from her knee to her ankle, causing another chill to run through me.
"I think mine are okay, don't you?" she asked with a smile on her face. I'd never thought of Jillian sexually before, but now all kinds of thoughts were going through my head.
"Do you like my stockings, Dad?" she went on.
"Mom told me you like these nylons better than pantyhose. That's why I wore them.... for you."
She was still smiling when I looked over at her, dumbfounded. "Honey," I started, "I don't think we should be...."
