The morning after Daddy took my virginity, I woke up still a little sore from him pounding my pussy the night before. I realized as I opened my eyes that I was still in Daddy's bed, but that I was alone. I had never spent the night in a man's bed before; much less my own father's and simply did not know what to do. Was I supposed to get up and go to my bed? Just get up and start the day?
As I lay in bed trying to decide what to do, Daddy returned to the room wearing only a towel and looking like he was fresh from a shower. Seeing him half naked made my nipples instantly start to stiffen and brought back dirty memories of the night before.
"So baby, do you still want to go shopping?" Daddy asked.
I did want to go shopping, but my body was telling me I wanted something else much more. I stretched, allowing the sheet to slide down my body so that my erect nipples would show, and smiled back at Daddy.
Daddy came to me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you think I don't know what you are trying to do, you little tease?" he asked. "I think you can wait for that until later, but its your choice we can stay home and you can try to seduce me, but I think we might have more fun going out shopping. What would you like?"
"I guess," I pouted "shopping it is. But couldn't you come back to bed for a little bit first?"
Daddy gave me a light spank on the ass, "If I come back to bed with you now, we are not getting out of it for the rest of the day. If you want new clothes, you had better get yourself in the shower, baby."
I hopped out of bed and went to my bathroom where I carefully shaved my legs, arms and pussy, being especially sure that I was soft and smooth for Daddy. Once out of the shower I dried off and covered my whole body with lotion the same scent as my body wash. My nipples reacted instantly as I applied lotion to them, but I knew Daddy was waiting and I did not have time to play.
Trying to look my sexiest, I used the blow dryer to make my hair as smooth and straight as I could and used just a touch of makeup to line my eyes and make my lips look darker. I didn't have any really sexy underwear, but I went with my blue cotton set with lace trim -- it was the nicest thing I have. I pulled on jeans, a t-shirt and sandals, and went looking for Dad.
Daddy stood from the table where he was reading the paper as I entered the room. He pulled me into a hug. "Mmm, baby. You look and smell fantastic. What do you think about letting Daddy take you out to breakfast?"
Since breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, I enthusiastically nodded my assent. He took my hand and led me out to the truck, leading me over to his side. "Climb in and sit in the middle, will you baby?" he asked, as he helped me into the front seat.
I scooted over, buckling myself into the middle seat as Daddy climbed in next to me. He started the truck, backed out of the driveway, then took my hand and held it the entire way to the restaurant.
Daddy ordered my breakfast for me, and it turned out to be the best pancakes I had ever had. While in the restaurant, we didn't act sexual in any way, but he did hold my hand and cuddle me the whole time in a way I wasn't used to seeing fathers act with their daughters. The waitresses kept looking at me like they were jealous, and I felt proud to be the one that my handsome Daddy was paying so much attention to.
After breakfast, we headed straight to a huge mall. Daddy seemed to know where he was going, and lead me right to a lingerie store. We walked around together a little bit, working through the teddies and corsets and back to the bras and panties. It felt a little awkward, shopping for fancy under things for the first time with my father standing next to me, but I poked slowly through the racks, thinking about what I would and would not like to wear. I think Daddy noticed that I was holding back and he started wandering over to other racks.
I found myself pouting as not everything I wanted was available in my size. I was beginning to feel I just wasn't meant to have pretty bras or something, when Daddy came back to me. "Baby, he said. I talked to the saleswoman. She is going to help you find everything you need. Daddy is just going to step out for a few minutes, but I'm leaving my credit card with you. I told them you were shy about shopping with me and they said you could use it without me here."
I stared back at him, stunned a little by his offer.
"Here baby, I want you to buy everything you like, ok?" Daddy continued. "When you are done, why don't you meet me in that clothes store along the way? Oh, and do Daddy a favor. You see that little red outfit over there, right by the register? At least try it on and consider it, ok baby?" Then Daddy kissed me on the forehead, and left the store.
Moments later, the saleswoman came up to me. "Your father said you lost all your clothes when you flew in for vacation. You poor thing! He said you would be shy about shopping and that I should encourage you to buy anything you liked. Wish I had a Dad like that! What's your size, sweetie? D, right? 38?"
I blushed, wondering how this woman could possibly know that. "Yes," I murmured.
"Ok, why don't you just hand me one of everything you would like to try, and I will take care of finding it in your size, ok?"
I started timidly picking out basic items, a lace black bra, a satiny one done in red with pinstripes, but as I got into picking them out I found I was choosing about half of the bra's I saw. No big deal, I figured. Most of them probably wouldn't be in my size anyway, so I may as well pick them all so I would have some choice when she brought the ones in my size. I worked my way through the bra section, studiously avoiding all old lady or young girl looking cotton bras with no wires or shape to them. I ruled out most of the padded bras pretty quickly. I didn't like the idea of my breasts being smushed to fit a set shape. By the time I had finished, the saleswoman had her arms pretty full. She told me she would start looking for my size, and suggested that I take a look at the other items the store had.
