Sarah was a very deep sleeper, she always had been and she could sleep through major storms without flinching. If she had to get up at a certain time then she had to go to bed early and set several alarm clocks in order to wake her on a morning. It was like she almost died when she went to sleep.
Being her Daddy I had known that for years, as I was always responsible for waking her on a morning for school during her early teen years. Then even more so after my wife left and took up residence with a female doctor before they moved away to a faraway city.
Sarah had grown into a beautiful dark haired independent young woman with a stunning figure for her age. School was long behind her now at 22 years old but she still took various courses to further her career as a dental assistant. Of course at her age she was also very fashion conscious and was always buying clothes, but her real mania was buying lingerie.
If those around her knew what she was wearing under her clothes then I'm sure she would have given some of her male dental patient's heart attacks or at least have made them very uncomfortable in the dental chair.
Luckily I had had first hand knowledge as she often showed me her latest purchase when she tried them on. She always said that she could show me anything because I'm her daddy and that she truly valued my comments. I often wondered if she knew how many raging erections that she gave me without even knowing.
It had seemed that as the last few years had gone by that the lingerie she chose had less and less material and exposed more and more skin. "Don't be a fuddy-duddy, daddy, this is the latest fashion." She would say if I showed signs of shock and dismay.
It wasn't just the underwear that was giving me concern it was the nightwear that she chose which was extremely revealing and left very little for the imagination.
It got so bad that in the evening I would purposely wear baggy pants to hide my true feelings but in the height of the hot summer they became much too warm to wear.
What transpired next I am not particularly proud of but after all I am just a mere man.
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Sarah had purchased more sleepwear that she said was much more suitable for this unbearable hot humid weather that we were going through. They were a modern version of the baby doll sleep sets, it consisted of nothing more than a pair of skimpy sheer panties and a sleeveless top that was wide open at the front and could be tied with a small bow in the middle. The top came about halfway down her butt, the front closing edges of the top were swept away so that when it was tied closed with the bow then it exposed the bare naval below the bow and lots of bare cleavage above the bow.
The type of material was the same for both the panties and the top, which was virtually, see through especially in the panties because they were pulled tight whereas the top did have some ruffles and could only be clearly seen through in certain positions.
For a while it became her first choice of nightwear and in my mind if she had worn nothing then she wouldn't have revealed as much. Maybe because of the heat and humidity I'm not sure, but the material would cling to her and the front of her panties showed off the very neat dark vertical line of pubic hair but below that, it was very erotic.
She had very fleshy labia lips that splayed apart from fractionally below her clitoris and then down to her vagina and allowed the material to cling in between and show a deep groove or a slit between her fleshy puffy labia lips. If you looked at her from behind then her crack was clearly visible and if she bent over slightly then her puffy lips and the slit between could be seen clearly. Of course any moisture between them, just made things even clearer.
Looking at her from the front, the inner half of both of her breasts could be easily seen and often part of her nipples. Depending on how she stood the rest of her breasts was visible at some point or other.
My thoughts sometimes would I'm sure be classed as criminal but again I was just a man and I had male hormones. It was embarrassing at times that I would have to do so many silly things to hide my erections.
One night she went off to bed and left some clothes that she had been showing me on a chair at the kitchen table, which was unusual, as she was normally very careful with her clothes and always put them away. It was an innocent mistake as the chair had been pushed under the table so they weren't in clear view before she went to bed.
I decided to take them up to her room so that there was no chance of them getting damaged, as I was renowned for being sloppy in the kitchen when preparing food.
Sarah was fast asleep laid on top of the bed with the bow untied and her top wide open displaying both of her beautiful breasts and all of her tight belly. Her left knee was bent outwards, which was stretching the thin panties and showing off a considerable wet spot between her legs where her vagina would be and a distinctive wet line from her vagina up to her clitoris.
The sight was truly spectacular and would have made any magazine proud to display such an erotic view, as her hand was still encased inside her panties.
I'm afraid my erection rose to new heights and I had to move it in my shorts to be more comfortable. I continued to stand there and absorb every aspect of the view and realized that she must have masturbated just before sleep. My mind tried to capture images of her while she was masturbating and it just made my poor swollen cock harder.
I started to stroke myself over my shorts but I quickly realized that I needed them off to be able to get my hand around my swollen cock. It only took a split second to make that decision and they were around my ankles and I was lifting a foot to shake them off.
It felt incredibly good to get my hand wrapped around the hard shaft as I moved a little closer, then even closer to appreciate the magnificent sight. My eyes were glued to the wetspot where her vagina would be and my mind conjured up wild thoughts of the last few seconds before she had orgasmed. I practically convinced myself that she would have been calling out for her daddy. Oh it felt like months since I had masturbated but deep down I knew it was only just a few weeks. This was far better than looking at any magazine and in just a few seconds I had a picture in my mind of her thrusting into her fingers and calling out for her daddy to keep going.
