Rachelle sat, as she had been for the last hour, on the edge of my bed intensely looking at the laptop at various clothing websites.
"What do you think of this one, Daddy?" she would occasionally ask, flipping the laptop around for me to see.
"Anything you want, sugar. Just keep it all under budget." I mumbled without looking up from the book I was reading. Rachelle had been looking at dresses for the upcoming prom for weeks now, and today was going to be the day we would go and pick it out.
"Do you think I would look better in a strapless? I wonder if they make one like this one, but strapless?" she continued on.
Finally I put the book down and walked over to the edge of my bed, and plopped down beside her. I glanced at the screen to see the latest of the hundreds of dresses she had been obsessing over. This one was a very nice looking red dress, and it was well within my budget.
"That one looks good to me. It's a keeper." I said as I leaned in and started to kiss on her neck.
Rachelle cooed softly, and turned to kiss me. Our lips touched softly. I pulled her toward me and made the kiss a little firmer, and ran my hand along the back of her tee shirt. I felt for her bra strap, looking for the clasp as my other hand was well on its way up to her massive chest. Rachelle slipped her tongue into my mouth for a few seconds and then broke the kiss.
"Daddy! We can't do this now. We have to go shopping today. You promised!" she moaned, sticking out her lower lip in a little seductive pout.
I released her bra strap from my grasp, and let my other hand slide from her tit down to her knee. I looked at her and shrugged.
"Can't blame a dad for loving his girl, huh?" I smiled.
"No you sure can't" she smiled back at me. "And I do love you very much. But I have to get a dress today or I won't be able to go to the winter formal next weekend!"
Rachelle stood up, leaned in and kissed my forehead then turned to walk out of our bedroom.
"Come on daddy. I think we better go now, before you get any more crazy ideas."
I chuckled as I got up, admiring her bubble ass in those tight jeans she was wearing. "Too late, baby. Too late."
The mall was packed for a Wednesday afternoon. Rachelle held my hand and led me past all of the usual stops I wanted to make when we came to the mall: the pretzel stand, the sports shop, the electronics shop, and led me straight to the formal wear shop where she was sure her dress was going to be. And sure enough, right there in the window was the exact dress she had seen on one of many webpages she visited.
"Oh Daddy! It's like a sign, isn't it?" she giggled as she ran her hands along the hem of the dress. I reached for the price tag, and staggered some.
"It's a little more than the one we looked at online." I cautioned.
"Oh daddy!" Rachelle said as she placed her head on my shoulder. Her long light blonde hair ran across my chest, and the light from the display above her head made her look almost angelic. "I am sure we can find a way for me to pay you back."
I laughed and walked away, walking toward the lingerie section.
The sales lady made her way over to me quickly. She was in her mid twenties, and wore a snappy looking gray skirt outfit, and a half way unbuttoned silk top that showed a nice amount of cleavage. Had I not been so used to seeing Rachelles massive DD tits so much lately, I might have been impressed with this ladys. But she was a C cup at most, and looked even smaller when she got closer.
"Can I show you anything, or help you find anything, sir?" she asked. I noticed as she drew close to me that her tits were much smaller than I had at first suspected, and the cleavage shown was greatly being aided by a push up bra. I could just see the edge of some black lace along the edges.
"Actually, we are here for her." I said, pointing with my thumb behind me. "She loves that dress in the window, but I don't love the price tag so much. But I am sure she want to find one in her size, and try it on." I reached down and picked up a sexy half cup bra, and began to inspect it.
The sales lady left me and went to Rachelle. She told her that she had that dress in a size 10 in the back of the store, and went to go and get it for her.
As sales lady briskly walked past me, I stole a peek around the rack I was standing at and checked out her ass. She had a nice little ass swinging there under that skirt: tight and firm, with a noticeable thong line. I also noticed that her nylons were fishnets, which I happen to love.
Rachelle came up beside me and playfully hit me in the side of the arm. "Sizing up my competition huh? Going to replace me with an older model already?" she asked. Playfully she reached up and kissed my lips quickly.
It was at that moment that sales lady reappeared, holding the dress for Rachelle. She paused for a second, wondering if she had in fact seen the young girl kiss the much older man on the mouth. Rachelle quickly skipped happily up the isle and met her half way.
"Oh Daddy!" she exclaimed gleefully. "It's so beautiful! I just have to try it on!" She grabbed the dress from sales lady. Sales lady then pointed her toward the dressing rooms.
As Rachelle moved around the corner, I moved over to the opening of the dressing area with sales lady right behind me. All around were small benches for people to wait while who they were with tried on the clothes, but I chose instead to mill around the store some more.
"Your daughter huh?" she finally asked with a strange look on her face.
"Yep, my one and only." I said without looking up. I reached down and grabbed a pair of lace see through red panties. I inspected them closely, looking for a size.
"What size does your wife wear? Maybe I can help you find something for her while you are here." sales lady inquired.