I am eighteen and I am a virgin. Yes. I know that most of the girls I know have been shagging for years, but there is only one person I want for my first. Daddy.
He doesn't know that I have designs on his body. He would probably be appalled if he found out, but he will be my first, I just have to make him the instigator. But how?
My clothing is my focus. I have decided that I need to make myself more alluring. I shall no longer wear jeans or joggers, I shall wear skirts and dresses. They will be short, not exceedingly short, but short enough that in the right circumstances, a glimpse may be had of my underwear, for example, when I paint my toe nails or am followed upstairs. I haven't done my toenails for a long time, so I guess I shall be doing that a lot from now on, but only when dad is around.
Underwear, now, that will be white and only white. No more pretty little flowers or blues or reds. No. I read somewhere that men find white the sexiest underwear colour, and it reflects my virginal status anyway. They will also be body huggingly too small, so they will stretch over my vulva and reveal my inner shape. Again, only when someone is in the right position to observe.
Tops, when I match them with a skirt, will be low cut or buttoned where I can leave a few buttons undone. I am not doing the tart look of high heels and stockings, no, that does not reflect my sweet little girl persona. My hair will be in a high pony, again I read online that men like this style a lot.
So to put my plan in action.
Daddy was downstairs, mum was at Grans and would be back at bedtime. I cleared away the tea things and set the dishwasher.
"Just showering daddy," I called into him as I went upstairs. In my room, leaving the door half open as I stripped, just in case. Naked I went across the landing to the bathroom. Mum and dad had their own ensuite, so this was pretty much my domain. It was full of my toiletries, and hair bands, brushes and makeup. To be honest, it was a bit of a mess, hands up to that, but I knew where everything was and everything was where I wanted it. I looked at it. "Yup it's a tip," I said, and shrugged, not doing anything about it for now. I turned my shower on.
Unlike mum and dad's shower, my shower was over the bath, so it was a bit of a step in. I realised as I was stepping in that anyone who happened to be watching through an open door would get a real eyeful of my goods. I didn't think anyone would be watching. It was still early days yet, that would come later.
I added gel to my scrunchie and slowly lathered my body. I loved the feel as I brushed over my vulva, a warmth slowly spreading out as my arousal grew. I took the shower head from the hook and ran the spray over my body, gasping out loud as the jet sprayed across my vulva, a stream catching my clitoris, oh my what a feeling, it caught me by surprise.
I took the spray head and slightly bending my knees to open my crotch more, I sprayed the head upwards, almost a douche, but not quite. I gave myself a good rinsing, ensuring no soap suds remained anywhere, and turned the water off. I ran my hands over my skin wiping off as much water as I could. I stepped out of the bath, another potential eyeful, and stood on the bathmat, my back to the door.
I patted myself all over drying myself. I hung the towel on the heated towel rack and open the bathroom door and walked, naked, across the landing to my bedroom. I picked out a yellow sundress, I didn't bother with a bra, I was not going anywhere this evening and added a pair of small white and tight panties.
Oh those panties are indeed tight. I am very aware I am wearing them. Gosh. I sit on the bed and look at my reflection. Oh lummy. Those panties really do outline my sex. Goodness.
I grab some 'sunset red' nail polish, toe spreaders, acetone and cotton wool and head down. Daddy is sat on the sofa, his laptop open as I walk in.
"Hiya daddy," I say as I walk in and sit opposite him, "mind if I do my nails?"
"No Mica, of course not baby." He smiled at me.
I put all my nail gubbins on the table at the side of me, pull the pouffe in front of me and raise my leg, and put my foot on the pouffe. I don't look at daddy again, I plan to concentrate on my nails, if I were to look at daddy it would surely give my game away. Toe separator inserted, I have to lean quite forward to do that, my dress probably sagged down at the top, I hadn't thought about that, I surely will in future.
I opened my nail polish and worked on my toes. I like to start with my smallest toenail and then work along. Sherry, who I sometimes go to the Pint Pot with, she does a French polish on her toenails. I can't be bothered with that faff, simple red for me.
"Crumbs daddy, I forgot what a back breaker this is," I said as I put the polish down and changed foot.
"Is it sweetheart?" dad asked.
"Yes daddy, it is," I nodded, not looking at daddy, just my toes.
I went just as slowly on my left foot as I had on my right. I pulled the toes separator out, checked I didn't need to wipe up any over brush with the acetone, and stretched out both my legs. Looked good. I closed the polish bottle and sat back, finally looking at daddy.
"Crumbs that is a chore daddy, but looks good when it is done," and I pulled both my knees up so that my feet were flat on the pouffe, "what do you think daddy?"
His face was a bit red, could be anything, his chinos were bulging a little, "your toes look lovely baby."
"Oh thank you daddy," I said as I got up and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
I went and sat down on the chair, knees bent, and legs tucked in. Nothing more for him to see. I had to play the long game. I didn't want daddy overcome with lust and shag me once and then forever regret it.
After daddy and I watched some TV, Game of Thrones, and there was a bit of brother sister shagging going on, to which I simply commented 'well I don't think he is that good looking', and daddy just smiled, I said I was going up to bed. I leant over and kissed daddy on his cheek and hugged his arm a bit, my boobs also managed to press against him too. As I left I managed to drop my cotton wool, so had to bend forward in front of daddy and pick them up. Ha!
In my bedroom, door again a little open, I took my dress off and then padded across to the bathroom in just my panties. I had a wee, rather loudly, do men get turned on by that I wondered, the sound of girls peeing, cleaned my teeth and went back to my room. Panties off and in my laundry pile, I sleep naked, and got into bed.
I lay there wondering how my effort had gone, and what my next plan should be.
Mum was home all the next day, so I was careful with what I did. I still had tight panties on, but now, with mum around, I wore a bra too, and then a T-shirt and a skirt. If I decided to go out, I wouldn't need to get changed. Good job, because a little later Sherry texted me, meet her at Hot Java the coffee shop in town. Shouted goodbye to everyone and went and grabbed the bus into town.
"You will never ever guess what." Sherry started with as we waited for our coffees and baguettes to be delivered.
"Not unless you give me a clue." Well, I am rubbish at guessing games.
"If I tell you, you have to swear not to tell anyone, ever."
"okay, I pinky swear," I said offering her my little finger to crook.
"I shagged my dad."
"What! How did you pull that off, tell me everything, spare me no detail."
"My brother was out, so only me at home with dad. I was in my robe having just showered and I came down for a can of coke from the fridge. Dad was in the kitchen and I accidentally, honestly, really, accidentally bumped into him."
"I fail to see how accidentally bumping into someone leads to you shagging them." I had my own plans for my daddy, but there was no way I was ever going to let anyone know and certainly never let anyone know if I did. That was private.
"I didn't realise that my robe came undone. I went to the fridge and grabbed a coke, popped it and started drinking as I turned. Dad was staring at me. I couldn't work out why, so just kept standing there drinking my coke."
"Right," I replied, "open and exposed?"
"Yes. Boobs, fanny, the lot. Dad came to me and took my robe and pulled it to. He said that there are somethings a dad shouldn't see."
