Dani looked at the gift completely stunned. Immediately she knew why her father told her to open it when she was alone.
She pulled the black lingerie out of the gift box, piece by piece. A soft, flimsy camisole. An incredibly tiny thong. Two black stockings that couldn't be as long as her legs. And a small, lacy black strap a few inches long with a silver clasp -- too big to wrap around a wrist, too small for a thigh. Oh, it was a choker -- for her neck.
The thin, shapely eighteen year old put each piece down on her bed, arranging them in the form they'd take on a woman's body. She wasn't even sure exactly how each one was supposed to fit, at least the camisole and thong took a moment. But there it was . . . material barely large enough to cover even her small, nearly flat-chested body. Although 18, she could have been mistaken for being younger. She always tried to look her age with earrings and makeup, but men saw her thin body and long dark hair and for some reason assumed she wasn't mature.
But there was the lingerie, undeniably a gift for a grown woman.
She heard a bump in the house. Maybe her mother, maybe father, she had no idea. But she felt guilty as all hell. It wasn't fair, she only opened the box, but even possessing sin like this was a violation of some kind. Quickly she balled up the material back into its gift box, and hurriedly shoved it all under her dresser, hiding it from the world.
Leaving the scene of the crime, she went from her room to the basement TV room without catching her parents' eyes. Daddy was in the kitchen; she avoided him the most. She knew it was only his doing, her mother would NEVER permit her to own anything this lacivious. So it was Daddy; but she couldn't dream why he'd gotten it for her. He always treated her like an adult -- taking her to R-rated movies, buying her a thong bikini last year (which her mom quickly returned to the store), even the $200 perfume and oil set for her 18th birthday a few months ago. So the lingerie was just one more gift of a stream of beautiful things for a maturing young lady.
Or was it. She tried to take her mind off of it, turning on a rerun of a teen soap opera she couldn't stand. Didn't matter; her thoughts were swimming. She always had a nagging curiosity if her Daddy looked at her the same way other men did -- sexually. She could recall incidents that put the thought in her mind. An odd kiss on the lips, a couple of weeks ago, as he dropped her off at school. His comment after her mom returned that bikini ("damn shame"). And he was always asking how popular she was at school, saying it made no sense to him that she wasn't the most popular girl of her class because she was so pretty and sexy.
That night Dani skipped eating dinner with her parents, instead choosing to go out for a salad on her own. Calling her girlfriends or current boyfriend didn't seem to help either. The image of that lingerie filled her thoughts until nearly bedtime, when she couldn't resist anymore.
She went online to the website for Victoria's Secret, to see how it was supposed to fit. Surprising herself, she even found the very webpage advertising the cami and thong set. Damn it looked sexy on the model; they even had to airbrush the photo, to hide the woman's nipples and slit that would have so obviously shown through the transparent black fabric. Just looking at the photo made her horny.
That lingerie -- sitting under her dresser. It was calling to her. Seeing the picture of it online only made her want it more. Damn, Dani had to do it. She didn't even bother to log off, she just flicked the computer to "OFF," and making sure the house was silent except for the deep noises of her parents' slumber, she shut her door, turned on her desklamp and retrieved her father's secret gift.
Stripping nude, feeling a slight chill in the air, she quickly stepped into the thong and pulled it up. Fuck, the strap down the back slid right into her asscrack -- it had nowhere else to go, and the thong wouldn't fit any other way. She pulled it up tight, the straps arching high on her thin hips. It was snug, but covered her mound, albeit nothing else. Then she turned the camisole around and around until it seemed properly aligned, and she slipped it over her head and her arms through the straps. Tugging it down too, the black see-through fabric clung to her thin frame. The black stockings and neck choker were less difficult to don.
Fuck, just looking at herself in the mirror was getting herself aroused. Dani stared at how her pinkish nipples and areolae were evident through the fabric; the hairs of her pussy stuck out from the thong, and her slit was a dark line down the middle of the thong's front panel. Then she spun around, and gasped. How two perpendicular straps of a tiny thong can make her ass look so perfect, she'd never before considered it. Plunging down from her hips, the crossing strap secured to the thin strap between her buttcheeks, framing her twin small round fleshy orbs. With the black stockings contrasting to her creamy peach skin, she shook her head in wonder at her own visage.
Inside her thong, her pussy was getting wet. Just movnig around, feeling the tight soft fabric on her skin, was intoxicating. She stretched her legs and bent down, feeling the thong pull against her vagina. It would feel better, she knew, if she shaved her cunt, something her friends in school did but she never had reason to do. Not before, at least. Her nipples grew hard against the tight cami's fabric, creating two poking-forward mounds on her flat chest. She arched her back and turned side to side in her mirror, staring at herself. With the black choker over the see-through camisole, she thought she looked like a hooker.
An expensive one.
Dani's arousal was over the edge now. She pulled down the thong to her knees, laid on her back on her bed, and stuck her fingers between her thighs. Feeling the fabric on her tits was part of the turn-on. Kicking the thong down to her ankles -- not wanting to take it off -- she parted her knees, and placed fingers around her aching clitoris. The inverted V-shaped flesh around her clit was already damn with desire. Dani expertly stuck her fingers against her clit, ground her pelvis around while rubbing it back and forth, and felt her orgasm building steam inside her stomach. She imagined wearing the outfit in front of some hot stud, who'd strip her piece by piece, then fuck her virgin cunt until he cummed deep inside her, whatever that felt like. Wearing the lingerie doubled the effectiveness of her fingers around her clit, and she erupted in an orgasm. Then she went to sleep.
The lingerie became like a friend now, an alter ego, a mask that she hid from everyone. She never breathed a word of it to her father, who equally didn't ask her about it. Instead, it lived below her dresser in its gift box, and every day she conducted an increasingly Pavlovian ceremony of pulling it out, feeling its softness, wearing it, and fucking herself to an orgasm. Usually she'd do it after school, before her mom got home, but sometimes she just couldn't resist an early-morning masterubation session as she got dressed for class. On those days she might even repeat the fun after school or when her parents went to bed. She even started masteurbating THROUGH the thong, rubbing her clit and pussylips until she soaked the fabric with her juices. Only three or four of those instances convinced her to, at least, pull it to the side before she cummed.
Her father probably had no way of knowing it, but the gift of the black lingerie came at a good time in her life. Both home and school were stressful; keeping her grades up, deciding if she wanted to go to the Juco or not next year, doing more and more household chores as her mom became involved not only in work but also grandma's cancer treatments. And her parents, well, they weren't dealing well with each other either, although neither one took it out on Dani. So sex was a great escape, and in addition to looking at porn on the Internet, or cyberfucking some perv online, the camisole and thong were a paradise for a lost young girl.
