The week slipped by quickly. Tim wasn't sure how it had happened, but he found himself set up to go out with his daughter again on Friday night. Had he asked her? He was pretty sure he had, but somehow, his wife had set up the dinner reservation for him. It was a pretty swanky dinner and dancing place, and he knew that people tended to get a little crazy there after a tough work week.
"Are you sure it's the kind of place I should be taking Marie?"
"Don't be a fuddy-duddy," Carol said, laughing easily. "She's a grown-up now. She can handle herself."
But it wasn't his daughter he was worried about. He had noticed how free and easy she was around him this week. If that was the sole benefit of his going out with her, well, that was something to be happy about. She didn't treat him like somebody from another planet any more. But the benefit came with a curse as well.
It was as if she was unaware of her body now. He got glimpses of things fathers simply were not meant to see. Her nighttime attire had gotten outrageously skimpy. Every morning he was treated to the sight of her coming downstairs in a half-tee and a pair of panties. She would lounge around the kitchen without a shred of self-consciousness.
Sipping a cup of coffee with one leg up on the chair and the other on the floor, hunched over the style pages; he would see the band of her panties over her sex, pooching out. Stretching up to reach the top shelf; her ass cheeks, outlined perfectly by the muscles straining to get her arms higher, would present themselves. Leaning forward to get the sugar across the table from him; her tee would fall away from her body, showing him those sweet cone-like breasts, their nipples just puffy mounds on the tip.
Half the time he would hide himself behind the business section, scared of what he would see if he lowered the paper. The other half of the time, he found himself watching her like a hawk, awaiting the next innocent display.
"Don't you think you should wear a bit more, Marie?" He could have shot himself for asking the question, but he had to be fatherly.
"Why, Daddy? If it's just us around, I don't have anything to hide." She smiled innocently at him. God, it was hard to hide his arousal from her all of the time.
"What are you wearing there, anyway?"
"What, these?" She turned and looked down at herself over her shoulder, as if noticing her panties for the first time. "Boy shorts. Cute, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," he said, staring at her butt in the yellow skin tight panties.
Marie loved how open she could be with her father now. It was wonderful to be grown up with him, to be able to let him see how much she had grown, how much she had developed. She had gone to the salon on Tuesday, and had allowed the woman there to take everything off. Her mother had told her to ask for the Brazilian waxing, which she had been grateful for. She would have died of embarrassment if she had had to ask the beautician to wax all of her hair off.
It had hurt, but not too badly. The woman had been very professional, and the removal of the wax had been done quickly. It had surprised her that they had waxed the area around her anus as well, but she hadn't said anything. It was clear that the woman had known what she was doing. She had been warned not to wear anything too tight over the area for the next day, so she had gone commando under her skirt.
Now, everything felt so wonderful. The panties against her skin, the feel of the water in the shower, even wiping herself. It was like she had been reborn as a sensual being.
Tonight, she had left plenty of time to get ready. She was sitting in front of her mirror when her mother came in.
"How are things going in here, Marie?"
"Pretty good, I think, Mom. Do you think this eyeliner makes me look too slutty?"
"No, perfect, I think." My God, she thought. What a beautiful woman my girl is. Thank God I've nothing to get jealous over. Things were certainly moving in the right direction, she mused. Marie had followed her advice perfectly. Allowing herself to be 'comfortable' with her father had created just the right atmosphere for tonight's date.
"You look really lovely, sweetie," she said. "Daddy's not going to believe his eyes when you come downstairs tonight."
"I know, right?" Marie giggled. Her body felt electric all over, tingly and excited. "Wait until he sees how grown up his little girl is!"
"I think he has an idea," Carol smiled. "He just doesn't know yet how sexy she is."
"Really? Really, Mom?" The teenager practically bounced out of her chair. "Do you mean it? He'll think I'm sexy?" The change in her daughter was astonishing. Last week at this time, she had been reluctant even to consider going out with her father.
"Honey, any man would tonight. You just go down there and knock him out for me, okay?"
"All right, Mom. Ooh, this is so much fun!"
Tim was on tenterhooks all evening. He was wearing a nice shirt and tie with a new blazer. His shoes were polished, his hair neat and his face shaved. He hadn't put this much effort into going out since he had started dating Marie's mother. He had some nice flowers for his date, and he paced the living room waiting for her to come down.
"Hi, Daddy." The soft voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly, and there she was. Even with all of the teasing and glimpses he had caught during the week, he was unprepared for the reality of the girl standing in front of him now.
She had her lovely brown hair up in the back, with a few loose tendrils framing her pretty face. Her eyes appeared larger than usual, her lips redder, but only as enhancements of her every-day beauty.
Her body was encased in the simple little black dress. The halter top bared her graceful shoulders and neck, and encased her chest with elegance. The skirt portion was skin tight around the waist and hips before flaring out girlishly around her upper legs. She had strappy high heels on. The whole picture was one of maturity and sexuality. He was blown away.
"I take it you like it," she said in a sultry whisper. He nodded and dumbly held out his flowers to her. "Oh, how sweet," she cooed, taking the bouquet. "Mom? Can you find a vase for these?"
"Sure, Marie. Well, Tim? Don't just stand there. Come give your daughter a nice kiss for taking the time to look nice for you."
Tim willed his legs to move. They felt wooden, stiff and unusable. What had come over him? How could he be so undone by the sight of his daughter in a nice dress? He approached Marie, and looked down at her. Her heels had brought her to only a few inches lower than his height, so he had the strange feeling of being closer to her than usual. He gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek.
That would never do, thought Carol. We need to move things forward here. She looked around and her eyes lit on the camera.
"Wait! You two look so lovely together. Let's get a picture." She grabbed the camera. "Stand over here, so the light will be right." The man and his daughter moved into the right place, and Carol had them stand like in a prom photo, facing each other, their heads turned to the camera.
Click. The setting was almost right. Carol felt warm all over at the sight of the two of them standing together so intimately. She had to push this a little further.
"Marie, stand in front of your father. Tim, you stand behind her, and put your arms around her waist." Marie giggled. This was fun, just like going out to the prom. Standing in front of her father, she leaned back against him.
Tim was unsure of himself. He didn't know how to react. But the sight of his daughter's sweet body in such a sexy dress had had an effect on him. Now, with that body pressed up against him, he felt himself begin to stiffen. Worse, since Marie was in heels, her ass was pressed right against his groin. He tried to create more distance between them.
Marie felt him shift away. His arms were around her, however, so she had a leverage point. Grasping his hands, she pulled him tight against her. And she felt him.
"Mmmm," she hummed quietly. He wasn't all the way hard, but she could fix that, she knew. She moved her ass over him as if trying to find a comfortable position. At the same time, she pulled his arms higher around her so that her boobs rested on his strong forearms. She wasn't even sure why she was doing it, only that she wanted him to know that she was a grown woman, and that she knew what the effect of her body on him was.
Tim was feeling a little panicky. It was like a trap, now, Marie's body the only thing between him and his wife's knowledge of his insane lust. But he couldn't help it. He had to feel Marie against him fully, had to let himself get all the way hard. It was an obsession. He would find a way to hide it from Carol when the time came.
