Jody's story continues (suggestion to reader: once again, you'll get more out of this if you re-read chapter two first).
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I awoke with the chill of cold night air on my bare back, it was from my bedroom window - I always left it ajar; it was healthier to have fresh air in the room. I often sleep naked but always under my quilt, I have never woken uncovered like this.
I wrapped the quilt around me and for a while lay cocooned in its comforting softness, remembering earlier events and smiling a little. I felt a flood of embarrassment at the thought of my lovely daddy fingering my bottom and touching my pussy. It had been so nice, so unexpectedly sexual. My daddy! I giggled a little at the thought of his obvious nervousness and embarrassment. He had loved it all as much as me though; that was so obvious now.
I was starving; I'd had nothing to eat since lunch and it must be nearly midnight now! I sat up, stretched, yawned and rubbed my eyes. I fished my top from the floor and pulled it over my head – but where were my panties? I examined the floor... what did daddy do with them when he pulled them off? I stood up and walked to the end of the bed, nope, they were nowhere to be seen. Had he taken them away with him, maybe he'd put them in the bathroom laundry basket? I opened my undies drawer and grabbed a fresh pair, pink briefs with white teddy bear motif. He still bought me cutesy underwear from young teen shops; he would never get me anything remotely sexy. I smiled as I stepped into them and pulled them up.
I opened my bedroom door a little and peeped out, it was dark, there was no light from the stairs and all was quiet. Daddy must have gone to bed. Good. I didn't really want to face the inevitable mutual embarrassment just yet.
I tiptoed downstairs and into the kitchen. I cut two thick slices from the crusty loaf and fixed myself a big 'doorstep' cheese sandwich, well I was hungry. I walked into the living room, still munching, pausing to admire my figure in the patio doors – it was dark outside so the light inside turned the glass doors into a big mirror. I liked the look of my bum in those 'little girl' panties, they looked almost 'sprayed on', caressing every contour of my bum cheeks and (I turned around) my pussy lips. My slightly domed tummy showed below my crop top, punctuated by the dimple of my tummy button. The pink cotton top stretched over my breasts, the 'beads' of my nipples and puffy areolas making little peeks.
(note for American readers: croptop = belly shirt)
I wasn't vain, well I didn't think so, I exercised daily and ate carefully (usually) to keep my figure like this... so you could say it was all my own work! I smiled at that thought. I didn't usually walk round the house like this either, what would daddy think if he came down and saw me like this? It would be really embarrassing, but then he had seen so much more now... I smiled to myself.
After a bit more posing and posturing in the big 'mirror', jiggling my breasts and wiggling my bum, I went up to bed, stripping off and sliding under my quilt, eventually drifting off to sleep with a hand between my legs.
Note: What Jody hadn't realized was that when glass is like a mirror from the lit side it's just a big shop window from the other, and she was the goods. Her every move had been watched intently from the house across the street, by 'the creepy man' as Jody jokingly and rather hurtfully when he was in earshot, referred to him – but that's a different story (working title: Jody and the creepy man - coming soon!).
I heard an alarm clock going off, it wasn't mine, it was quite faint coming from down the corridor, but I knew it was daddy's – he would be getting up now and... well... I better get ready. I slipped on my pink toweling robe, grabbed a towel and walked quickly to the bathroom – I wish I had an en-suite like daddy! I threw off my robe and stepped into the shower cubicle where I covered myself in peach blossom shower gel, rubbing it thoroughly over every inch of my body. I scrubbed my teeth till they were gleaming, flossed, splashed some cologne onto my neck – and as an afterthought patted a little on my bottom cheeks. I put my robe back on and walked out and towards my room... almost bumping into daddy.
"Morning Daddy", I smiled nervously as I spoke, "I'll be ready in a few minutes, OK"
"Oh – yes darling, I'll wait outside your door shall I?" he asked me, trying to sound nonchalant.
"OK daddy..." I paused, what was he gonna be waiting for? "I suppose... well... you might as well come right in... it's not like I'm gonna be hiding much." I felt my face warm up, it was obviously glowing red...
"Oh – OK... if you're sure darling?" he said, following me in and closing the door firmly.
