As luck would have it, Madison and I were taking a trip to celebrate her graduation from high school to Cancun. She had asked to go with some friends during spring break, but after the drunken birthday fiasco, that wasn't going to happen.
I began to think of different ways to get my stepdaughter into bed, or at least as close to naked as possible. I hatched a plan I thought would be foolproof.
Madison always wanted to get a skimpy two piece bathing suit. I had never allowed her. I feigned resignation when she we went shopping for vacation clothes and did not allow her to buy anything to revealing.
"You know Ted, I can't wait to move out so I can finally wear whatever I want," Madison pouted after our shopping trip. She would sometimes call me by my first name to express her anger believing she was hurting my feelings.
At about the same time I began to secretly order very tiny micro bikinis from several online stores. In addition I purchased several mesh tops, micro shorts, and lots of lacy underwear. I visited several sex shops and purchased lingerie, a few dildos and a vibrator too. While picking up some sunscreen, I also picked up a few different types of lube.
I placed all of these items, including some very tight blue jean shorts, sheer and tube tops and a leather mini skirt, into a new piece of luggage. I then shipped the bag to the hotel we were staying at in Cancun with directions to place the bag in the closet of our room the day we were to arrive.
The trip to Cancun went without a hitch. We arrived at the hotel and I went to get our room as Madison visited the ladies room.
"Honey, it looks like there was a screw up with our reservation. I asked for a two bed room suite with a balcony leading to the beach, but they only have a king-size suite with that type of balcony. Do you want to stay in a regular room with two beds with no balcony?" I innocently asked.
"That sucks! The room on the Internet was so cool! It had beach access. Let's take the king-size room and I'll just sleep on the floor," she said.
The valet took our bags up to the room. It was spectacular. It featured a large jacuzzi tub, a balcony with beach access, a large king size bed and a sitting area.
I asked Madison to put her bag up in the closet. Of course she discovered the bag that was already there.
"Dad, there's a bag in here!" she said excitedly. "I wonder who left it here."
"Probably the last guest's. I'll take it down when we go eat dinner," I replied. I knew that Madison would not be able to resist and would take a peak inside. I put a few things up in the bathroom. When I walked back into the bedroom, she was standing there holding a large black dildo.
"Madison! Where the hell did you get that!?" I asked, knowing the answer full well.
"It was in the bag! It's not mine!" she replied embarrassed.
"Well don't hold it, it's probably been in someone's... thing!" I said.
Madison burst out laughing. "Thing? Thing? Dad you can say vagina or even pussy, I'm 18 years old."
I blushed and began to inspect the contents of the bag.
"Wow, someone must have had a good time," I said pulling out the bathing suits and sex toys.
Madison inspected these and noticed that some of the things still had price tags on them.
"That's strange, most of this is new," she said.
"You know what, the bell boy told me he hoped we had a better time than the last couple who stayed in the room. Something about them having a huge fight and leaving without properly checking out," I said, laying it on thick. "A honeymoon fiasco he said."
At this point I knew that Madison would not be able to resist at least asking if she could keep some of the less trampy things. I was surprised when she finally asked however.
"Dad, I'm a woman now. I know that you don't want me to dress like a whore, but can I pleeease wear this white bathing suit to the beach?" she asked.
The bathing suit was basically a small triangle of white mesh that would seriously only cover her slit, and would be see through if it got wet. The top was just as small and just as sheer.
"Maddie, I don't even think this stuff is your size," I replied. Of course it was, I wash the clothes remember?
"It is my size daddy, please!" she cooed. I only heard the word "daddy" when she really wanted something.
I pretended to think about it for a few minutes. "Look baby, let's get something to eat and we can talk about it later tonight."
We visited a very nice Mexican restaurant in the town's central market area. I ordered a margarita with my dinner. "Madison, if you would like you can have one margarita tonight. You need to learn to build your tolerance if you're going to drink when you're in college," I said.
She completely agreed. I finished my first margarita and ordered another, plus a shot of tequila.
"Can I have a shot too?" Madison asked. "That's it for tonight, I promise."
I agreed and we both had our shot of tequila. Madison grimaced as it went down. Towards the end of dinner, I ordered two more shots of tequila. "To a great vacation!" I said. We toasted and drank our shot. By this time Madison was clearly drunk. Not stumbling drunk, but certainly decision making impaired drunk, which is where I wanted her to be.
When we got back the room, I showered and came out in my underwear. Madison was still looking through the clothes in the bag. "So can I wear this tomorrow daddy?" she asked.