It was a typical Monday morning. Daddy was up before me; I staggered out of bed and came downstairs to have breakfast with him. He told me good morning from the table where he sat. Good morning Daddy I answered back. He asked me if I slept well. "Yes Daddy," I answered with a giggle. My mom left us when I was six. "Would you like me to take you to school today?" he asked.
"You didn't know daddy? There's no school today." He looked at me confused before asking me if I had any plans for today. I told him that I needed to go shopping today. I tried to ask him for some money but he said no. He was on to me. I smiled back at him innocently. He then asked me why I needed to go to the mall. I told him I needed more bras because I'm too big for the ones I have now. My former A-sized breasts had grown into 34b's seemingly overnight. "Ohβ¦sure honey."
"I'll take you, that way I can make sure no boy tries and makes a move on my little girl." I don't know why he always says that, all I know is it's because of him that I'm an eighteen-year-old virgin. I didn't notice him looking me up and down, always going back and gazing at my breasts. "Ok daddy."
After breakfast I went into my room to get dressed. I put on my nude pantyhose and my lavender dress. I didn't bother to put on my bra because my old bras were to uncomfortable, as for panties, my Grandmother taught me that a true lady doesn't wear panties when she's already wearing pantyhose because it was unladylike to wear so much. Besides, panties are built into pantyhose hence the name. I put on a pair of white sandals and came downstairs where my daddy was already dressed in his t-shirt, jeans, and shoes. I noticed through the corner of my eye that he was looking me over. "Wow baby, you look great."
"Thank you daddy."
On our way to the mall I had an overwhelming feeling that he was checking me out through most of the trip. There was even a few times when he was changing gears that I felt the back of his hand rub against my leg. I wondered if he was doing it on purpose. Once he even made a comment that he didn't realize that I was wearing pantyhose. He even asked me if I wore pantyhose or stockings, which shocked me like you wouldn't believe. I did answer him. I told him that I wear pantyhose. He didn't look very happy with me when I told him. I wonder why.
When we arrived at the mall he took my hand and put it on his arm like couples do. Then he led me to Victoria's Secret. This surprised me; I was planning on buying a few bras at Sears or JC Penney not at an actual lingerie store. I asked daddy why here and he told me I'm a woman now and I need to dress like one. Which meant no more plain old white, cotton undergarments. I picked a few simple bras and was about to try them on when all of a sudden my daddy showed up and told me to put them back and pick out something more alluring. Why was he so interested in me wearing sexy bras? I should let you know that up to that point, the sexiest thing about me was my not wearing pantie with my pantyhose. I ended up choosing four bras, the first one was a black wonder bra which made me look like I was a C cup, the second one was called a Satin deep-v bra in a white, floral print, the third one was a blue racerback bra, and the last one which is my favorite of the four is a pale lavender bra with the cups in a floral lace pattern. I went to the register where my daddy was and to my surprise he was holding a large, Victoria's Secret bag. I wondered what was in the bag. I asked him what was in the bag and he told me not to worry about it. He then paid for my bras and we left the store and walked back to the car. On the walk back to the car he once again took my arm and hooked it onto his.