It had been a week since I turned 19, but tonight was the night Mom, Dad and I were all free to go out for my birthday dinner. As I showered I thought again about how odd Dad had been over the past few days. The long lingering stares, the pats on my butt that turned into squeezes and the way his hands grazed across my breasts as he went to hug me. I looked down at my breasts which fill out a B cup nicely. I guess I'd like them to be bigger, but I'm slender with long legs so they suit me. Besides, as Dad has been telling me over the last few months, small breasts are more sensitive so more fun to play with, plus it doesn't matter if they are perky and firm like mine. Why would my own father say such things to me?
I realized my hands had slipped down between my legs and I quickly pulled them back up and over my flat tummy. What was wrong with me? Did I start touching myself while thinking of Dad? I remembered how Dad just happened to tell me that he preferred a bit of neatly trimmed hair on a woman's pussy. It was another very strange thing to say, but I noticed that I had my little bush waxed so that all that was left was a neatly trimmed patch just the way Dad described. Did I do that unconsciously?
Toweling myself off and brushing out my long brown hair, I looked into the mirror and wondered what was going on with Dad. He's always complimented me on my dark brown eyes, my cute little ski-jump nose, my high cheek bones and big bright smile. But now he also talks about my figure and compares me to his favorite porn stars. This excites me more than I want to admit. He's a good looking man and in great shape for somebody in their 40s, in fact, he told me yesterday that ever since I turned 18 he's been inspired to get into shape for me. What did that mean?
I went into my bedroom and there laid out on the bed was the present Dad promised to buy me - a little black dress that he had selected himself. It was simple, but elegant and sexy. Maybe a little too sexy for something a father gives to his daughter as it was pretty short, strapless and cut so low I couldn't wear a bra with it. But I loved it. Dad had also bought lacy black panties and a pair of sheer black stockings to match. As I pulled the panties up over my legs and felt them rest smugly against my pussy, I thought of Dad handling them and a shiver went through me. The stockings stayed up on their own and the hem of the dress only just covered the tops of them. Once dressed I admired myself in the mirror and approved of Dad's taste. It's not that I've ever had trouble attracting boys, but tonight I felt sexy and desirable like never before, and it was thanks to my father.
As I left my bedroom and started walking down the stairs, I locked eyes with Dad who was waiting for me downstairs. He flashed a wicked grin, crouched down and tilted his head up to look straight up at my dress.
"Lovely," he said.
"Dad!" I tried to pull the bottom of my dress down in embarrassment.
"Oh Amy, I just wanted to see how the whole ensemble looked from all angles. You look beautiful sweetie."
"Thanks Dad," I said blushing as I reached the bottom of the steps. Dad reached over to me and pulled me in for a tight hug, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I mean it Amy, you are a beautiful young woman." He then lowered his face to mine and kissed me on the lips. I gasped in shock and he used the moment to slide his tongue into my mouth to intensify the kiss. I moaned and kissed him back, loving the sensation even though my brain was screaming at me to stop making out with my father. I felt something push into my tummy as I realized Dad was getting hard. Not only that, but his hands slid down my back, up under my new dress and onto my butt. My own father was feeling me up.
And then he casually pulled away. Just as I finished adjusting my dress, Mom comes in from my parent's bedroom and asks if everything it okay.
"Sure is," Dad tells her, winking at me, "Don't you think Amy looks lovely tonight?"
"Yes, of course," Mum said, "You look gorgeous sweetheart. Come on, let's get going otherwise we'll be late and loose our reservation."
As Mom and Dad walk out of the house to the car, I follow, wishing I had a spare pair of panties to change into as my current ones were drenched.
As we drove to the restaurant Mom and Dad asked me about college and if I still wanted to have a birthday party with friends that weekend, and I tried to answer without betraying the fact that my mind was spinning. My dad was coming onto me so strong and it was turning me on. What was happening? Why is he so good at acting all innocent while Mom was around? Obviously she has no clue. At the restaurant I sat between my parents and Dad immediately put his hand on my thigh under the table. Acting like nothing was going on he kept chatting to Mom about the menu while gently stroking the exposed flesh above my stocking tops while I did my best to keep it together. His touch was like an electric shock and while I was terrified of somebody noticing what he was doing, I also yearned for him to slide his hand further up my leg and into my panties.
It was too much so I stood up and said I was going to the bar to order a drink. I could barely walk my legs were shaking so much and almost tripped down the stairs that lead to the secluded back part of the restaurant where there was bar service. I leaned up against the bar and waited for somebody to show up and ask me what I wanted to drink. It was a slow night and I wondered if this bar was closed since there were no customers and nobody currently serving.
"You didn't ask your Mom and me what we wanted to drink," said my father who had appeared behind me. He placed his hands on my exposed shoulders and started gently massaging them, "I think something strong for your mother and something non-alcoholic for us as we've got a long night ahead of us."
Before I could question what he meant by that he slid both hands down over my shoulders and straight under the top of my dress onto my breasts.
"Amy, your tits feel so good," he said as he gently squeezed them while my nipples grew hard into his palms.
"Oh God Dad," I sighed as fondled me and kissed my neck.
"Ahem, excuse me, what can I get for you?" said the awkward looking barman who had finally come to serve us.
Dad calmly removed his hands from my breasts, smiled at the middle-aged barman and ordered two sparkling waters for us and a double vodka with orange for Mom. I stood there red-faced until Dad handed me my water and I started walking back to the table.
As I left I heard the barman say, "Excuse me... um... sorry sir, I know it's none of my business, but is that charming young lady your daughter?"
"Yes, yes she is."
"Goodness me. Very nice sir. Very nice indeed."
"Thank you. How much do I owe you?"
"No need sir," said the barman, "Those drinks are on me. I'm sorry I interpreted such an intimate moment."
"Don't worry about it. I'm planning on getting a lot more intimate with her tonight."
"Good for you sir."
Back at the table I sat down as Dad returned with his water and the double vodka and orange for Mom. She made some lame joke about him trying to get her drunk to take advantage of her, and he just laughed. He continued to order strong drinks for her and over the next couple of hours we ate our meals as Mom got drunker and Dad's fingers got more forceful, finding their way into my panties and sliding up and down my pussy, getting covered in all the juices flowing out of my body as my desire for him built and built.
When it was time to go Mom stumbled into the car completely drunk and we all drove home in silence. I helped Dad get Mom inside the house and went up to my room while he put her to bed. I sat on my bed wondering if I should lock my door or strip off and go back downstairs to Dad. But before I knew it I could hear his footsteps on the stairs. I stood up ready to confront him as he entered the door. He had removed his shoes, shirt tie and jacket, and I found any resistance I may have had melt away as I admired how my father looked so handsome and masculine in nothing but his suit pants. He smiled, walked over to me and this time our kiss was mutual. Our mouths tasted each other, while my hands ran through the hair on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around my body, one hand pulling down the zip at the back of my dress.
