It was my eighteenth birthday and so my family had decided that we all go to this very expensive and high end restaurant. This included my Mom and Dad was well as some cousins, aunts and uncles who I only saw on occasion.
My Dad and I had always been very close. I adored and looked up to him and he loved and doted on me constantly, much to my mother's annoyance. In simple terms, my mom is a bitch. I know that she loves me and Dad but she just doesn't really care about us that much. One time my dad had even admitted that the only reason they hadn't divorced was because he wanted to stay close to me.
Anyway, to sum him up, my dad was a VERY good-looking guy. He had the whole bulging muscles, towering build and beautiful eyes. To add to his charm he was always a real sweetheart. But as I become older and progressed through my teen years, he started to look at me in a different way. His eyes would linger on my blossoming bosoms and long, tan legs. I felt shy and didn't really understand.
It was half an hour before we were supposed to leave and I simply had no clue what to wear. Suddenly my door opened and daddy- looking dapper and charming- held a medium sized box in his hands.
He grinned in a way that was a little too enthusiastic at me in my silk dressing gown that he had bought me for Christmas and I felt something really strange that I had never before. My nipples hardened and chaffed the fabric and my womanly parts felt hot and moist. I felt my face flush in confusion.
"Hey baby," he smiled. "I got you something to wear tonight."
He handed me the box and he watched as I opened it and pulled out a beautiful red dress. "Wow, daddy!" I ran to him and hugged him. He responded in earnest and pressed against me. His solidness moulding with my soft curves. "It's lovely. Thank you."
I looked at him and smiled but he wasn't looking at my face. I followed his gaze to my chest and saw my peaks had hardened and were long and clearly visible, gently pressing against him.
"Goodness me" he said with a smirk and reached down to touch them. "So long. And I bet they're so pink and pretty beneath this robe." He said in awe. Suddenly he pushed back my robe and pinched and pulled them both in turn.
I moaned. "Oh God! Daddy what are you doing? Why does it feel so goooood" I ended in a groan.
He pecked me on the check. And gave me a wink before walking out the room.
********************
We were at the restaurant by now and the dress daddy gave me continually rode up to my bum and was taut against my ample breasts. They were almost spilling out over the top but I didn't complain as I didn't want to upset daddy. Especially since he looked son happy when he saw me on it.
The whole family was here so we found a large table that would fit all of us on. Daddy sat on my right and mom on my left.
We were appalling and having a great time until I felt a calloused hand caress my upper thigh. I jumped but nobody seemed to notice.
It slid higher and higher until it reached my lace thong. I looked around, utterly confused what was going on. Until cardinality my eye and grinned wickedly. My breathing hitched when he reached my most private place and his thumb suddenly and forcefully pressed on a bundle of nerves that I had never known existed.
He kept pressing harder and harder for what felt like forever and I was a gasping mess. Mom looked at me and inquired what was wrong. To which I choked out, "nothing, my food just went down wrong." She frowned but went back to talking.
