Author's note. This is a work of fiction. All participants are over eighteen years of age.
Double Seduction
Sally's heart hammered as the bathroom door closed behind her Dad. She had no idea what had come over her, but she had never been so excited, and once she had steeled herself it had been easier than she expected. It had started last night, when for the first time ever, in a moment of weakness or maybe curiosity, she had allowed a date to stroke her breasts and pussy - outside her clothes of course. No boy had even come close to going that far, and she wasn't prepared to let him be the first to go further. It wasn't that she was a prude, she just hadn't met anyone she liked enough.
She had awoken this morning thinking about it, but aside from a dull pressure between her legs through the layers of fabric, she couldn't decide if she had liked it or not. It hadn't been unpleasant, more to be tolerated than enjoyed. Certainly not exciting enough to want more. Swinging her legs out of bed she sat on the edge facing her dresser, then raised her nightdress to study her pussy in the mirror, feeling a little foolish as she looked for any sign that her date had pressed his fingers against it.
She was so preoccupied she almost didn't hear the light tap on her door, and she leapt to her feet, allowing her nightdress to fall into place just as her Dad poked his head into the room.
"Just checking if you're awake," he announced. "Coffee's made and breakfast in ten minutes."
She heaved a sigh of relief as he disappeared downstairs. 'That was close! A few seconds earlier and he might have seen my pussy in the mirror,' she told herself, shocked to feel a tingling in her clit at the prospect. The feeling persisted as she made her way downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. Her date had tried to convince her to stroke his erection when he was groping her, and now she found herself wondering if her Dad would get a hard on if he accidentally saw her pussy. Not that he ever would see it, although the thought of the look on his face made her smile. Come to think of it, it would be safer for her Dad to see her slit than the date she was with last night. At least there was no chance of her Dad trying to force himself on her.
The worst thing that could happen was that he would rebuke her for being careless, but what disturbed her more was that she was beginning to wonder would she really mind him seeing whatever she had? Or even more shocking, did the tingle in her clit at the near miss in her room mean that subconsciously she wanted to show him her pussy? Maybe that also explained why, at least until last night, she had steadfastly refused to let any of her dates touch her.
Her mind was in turmoil as she ate her breakfast. The tingling in her crotch had returned with a vengeance, and had become a constant, almost unbearable burning. At a loss what to do, she pushed her plate away and stood up.
"I'm going to hit the shower," she announced. "Don't forget we're going shopping for my birthday this afternoon, so don't be late." Sally kissed her Dad on the cheek and headed for the bathroom before he could reply. As she stripped off her nightdress and dropped it on the floor, her mind cleared and everything seemed to fall into place.
Matt grinned as he cleared the dishes from the table. How could he forget? She had been nagging him about it since her eighteenth birthday at the beginning of the week. "I won't. I only have one client to see today, so I should be home by eleven or so." He headed for his room to finish getting ready for work, then went downstairs and picked up his briefcase, and was heading for the door when he heard her scream.
"DADDDDDYYYYY! HELLLLPP!
Dropping his case, he bolted up the stairs and into the bathroom and stopped dead.
Sally was crouched on top of the handbasin, hugging her knees against her chest, with her pretty face twisted in horror. "A mouse! A big mouse!" she wailed. "It was in there!" She gestured towards the open cupboard beneath the basin.
He moved forward to investigate, and his mouth went dry. Although her knees concealed her naked young breasts, she seemed unaware that with her feet braced on either side of the washbasin, her parted ankles gave him a clear view of her beautiful teenage vagina.
"I can't see any mouse," he stammered after a quick glance inside the cupboard, before his eyes were drawn like a magnet back to her perfect young slit, with its tempting clitoris and her still intact hymen.
"It must have run out when you opened the door," she suggested.
"It must have," he muttered. "It's not here now." With a great effort of will he tore his gaze away from the enticing sight of his daughter's innocent virgin pussy, and turned towards the door. "I have to go or I'll be late."
She grinned as he left. That certainly answered one question. It hadn't been noticable when he was crouched staring at her pussy, but when he stood to leave he definitely had a very interesting rock breaking boner making a tent in his pants. It had been a huge risk, showing her cunt without thinking it through properly, because she had no idea what she would have done if he had tried to touch her. She had to admit though, it had been a huge buzz letting him look at it, and the look on his face would have been worth paying to see.
On reflection she was surprised he hadn't seen through her ruse. If he had thought with the head on his shoulders rather than the head of his cock, he would have realised that the last place he could expect to find a mouse would be in the sterile interior of a bathroom.
She returned to her room, where she lay thinking of what had happened. She knew that what she had done was wrong, but that only added to the excitement. The tingle which had started when her Dad surprised her in her room had been intensifying ever since, and now her hand crept down between her thighs.
Her creamy secretions lubricated her clit, reducing the friction, and with one hand squeezing her breasts and the other stroking her pussy, she was soon riding the gentle wave of her first climax. The nervous tension of the last hour ebbed away, and she sighed with satisfaction as her eyelids grew heavy. What seemed like no more than an instant later she glanced at the clock and sat up. Almost ten o'clock already! She shrugged. She hadn't meant to doze off, but her Dad wasn't due home for another hour, so she still had time for her forgotten shower.
Humming happily, she washed herself down before picking up her discarded nightdress and heading for her room to dress.
Matt's business meeting was a guilt ridden disaster. All he could think of was the scene in the bathroom, and eventually he invented a migraine and managed to arrange another meeting for a few days later. Things went from bad to worse when he arrived home an hour earlier than expected, and ran into Sally as she emerged from the bathroom totally naked.
They both froze with shock, and for several seconds they stood like statues as his eyes travelled from her tits to her pussy and back again.
Sally was first to recover, and with a gasped "Oops," she held her nightdress in front of her, and vanished into her room, where she leaned against the door, giggling with excitement. After her success at exposing her pussy, she had been puzzling over how she could find a way for him to catch an 'accidental' glimpse of her bare breasts, and now fate had stepped in and solved the problem for her.
Meanwhile Matt stared at the closed door in dismayed confusion. How could he possibly have failed to notice that she had such enchanting tits? He felt guilty about being pleased that he had now seen everything she had, but he was also confused. He told himself that if only Sally was not his daughter he would fuck her in a heartbeat, but if that was the case why did the fact that she was his daughter give him such a raging hard on? He was spared further agony when she emerged from her room dressed and ready to hit the stores.
"OK, let's go," she grinned, linking her arm through his. "First stop the food court. I'm starving."
"OK,"he agreed, "but remember we're going out for dinner tonight, so don't spoil your appetite."
"There's no danger of that," she laughed, thinking of a different 'appetite' altogether.
Nonetheless, when they arrived at the food court she ate sparingly, then she dragged him around the stores, where he was pleasantly surprised by her choice in clothing. With dinner clearly in mind, after picking up the almost mandatory 'uniform' of her generation - tight microshorts and tee shirts, she chose a tailored black skirt with a pale yellow blouse and matching shoes. As an afterthought she added a new nightdress to the list, then they killed a couple of hours wandering around the stores before heading home to change.
