My Daughter's School Uniform

School uniforms are a turn on for a lot of men, as they are for me. And that's the premise of this story. I hope you enjoy it.

-

When I saw her I did a double take. I was then instantly transported back in time to my youth. Helen, like always, looked gorgeous, good enough to eat. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

"Daddy, why are you staring at me?"

It was a couple of seconds before I answered her, but despite being caught off guard, I was composed enough to calmly answer her with, "I am allowed to look at my clever Daughter for as long as I want to."

That got me a smile from her that was so radiant, that it lit up the room.

Of course, it wasn't Helen standing in front of me. How could it be? I haven't seen her for over thirty years. And in the very unlikely scenario of her being here, she definitely wouldn't be wearing a school uniform!

She only stayed with me for a short time, and that was a relief because of the way that she'd made me feel. I was confused, not understanding what had just happened. She'd excited me in ways that a Daughter shouldn't. I see her every day, and that has never happened before, so why now?

I have an important job, so important, that I have my own office. I like that, it makes me feel special, and it also means that I can work without being disturbed. But today I wasn't getting much work done. I was deep in thought, and it was nothing to do with the management report that had to be completed by the end of the week, that I was struggling with. I was thinking about Ella, my Daughter.

She had a passing resemblance to Helen, my first serious girlfriend from all those years ago, but that in itself couldn't explain the effect that she'd had on me this morning. It took me until midday before I'd managed to figure it out. I now knew the reason for my strong emotions, and it should have been obvious to me. It was her school uniform, that was almost identical to the one that Helen used to wear. While she'd been wearing it I'd had my first sexual experiences. So, seeing my Daughter dressed as Helen had been on those occasions, hadn't just brought back wonderful memories, it had also excited me. That was understandable, but worryingly, I'd found myself wanting to do with Ella all the sexual things that I'd done with Helen. And that had shocked me.

We were both eighteen when we dated, the same age as Ella is now. She was a woman but I was still a child. Her, a beauty, full of confidence, and me, a spotty teenager that wouldn't say boo to a goose. She was popular. Boys wanted to go out with her and girls wanted to be her. I was crazy about her, imagining that one day Helen would be my girlfriend, but knowing that it would never happen. However, she must have seen something in me, some quality that I wasn't aware of, because it was her that asked me out!

School had ended, and I was at my locker. She was near to me, getting something out of hers. When I looked at her she smiled.

"If you want to you can walk me home."

She'd surprised me, and that was probably why I'd been able to say yes, and then speak to her without being nervous.

That was the start of it. We went from holding hands and kissing, to more than that within a week. Even after all these years, I can still remember how good it was when she let me touch her breasts for the first time. They weren't massive, average at best, but to me, a shy virgin, they were mountains. And when she unbuttoned her blouse so that I could get my hand inside it, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

But that was nothing compared to how it was when she took her panties off for me!

It was when we were in her bedroom and her parents were out. She was still in her school uniform. We were kissing and my hands were all over her tits. When one of my hands went between her legs, I was expecting her to do what she always did. Close them. However, this time was different. They didn't instantly snap shut, trapping my hand, instead they stayed open.

I'd managed to get to her panties, but now that I had, I had no idea what I should be doing. But she did.

"Rub my clit."

"What's that?"

My ignorance made her chuckle.

"It's a little lump. I'll tell you when you've found it."

I was a blind man stumbling about in unfamiliar surroundings. Every part of her pussy that I touched was exciting me, making my cock so hard that it was aching. Unfortunately though, it wasn't doing a lot for her. Then she moaned.

"That's it!"

It was such a small thing. I was amazed at how much pleasure she was getting from it. Just rubbing it through her panties, with a single finger, was enough to make her go wild. When she suddenly grabbed my hand, I thought that I'd done something wrong.

"Stop. I need to take my panties off."

I watched her while she did it, but I still couldn't believe it. But it had actually happened. This was definitely my lucky day. As my hand went back under her school skirt, she gave me some instructions.

"Finger me, and rub my clit as well."

And then, because she was worried that I might be overambitious, she said more.

"Only put two fingers into my little pussy."

I was smiling when I pushed them into her. She was so wet, and so hot. When they were deep in her she purred with pleasure.

"Fuck me with them."

With more guidance from her, and a large helping of beginner's luck, I eventually managed to make her climax. But what about me? I did get one. It was powerful and intense, up there with my best ones ever, but unfortunately, it was a lot earlier than hers, and before I'd been able to get my cock out of my trousers!

When I got home Ella was still in her school uniform. That made me feel uncomfortable, but not as much as seeing her in it for the first time had.

"How was your new school?"

While she told me, in great detail, I listened attentively. But I was also taking a good look at her.

In my opinion, her blouse was a size too small, because her ample breasts were straining against it. And her skirt was way too short. In my day, they had to be below the knee. Hers was several inches above it. There was no denying that she looked good in it, but was it what she should be wearing to school? I was going to talk to her Mother about it.

I did, later that day, when we were in bed together. But I didn't get the response that I'd been hoping for.

"There's nothing wrong with her uniform."

"Her blouse is too tight and her skirt is a mini."

"You haven't seen what some of the other girls wear. Trust me, compared to them she's overdressed."

That hadn't convinced me, and she could see that, so she said more.

"When I dropped her off this morning I had to go into the school with her to give them the documents that they'd asked for. So I saw a lot of the girls. Blouses aren't just tight, some are showing a lot of cleavage because their top buttons are undone. And as for skirt length, I didn't see many that were longer than Ella's. One that I saw, could only have been at the most, a couple of inches below her panties."

I gave a deep sigh, and then I said, "It wasn't like that when we were at school."

"Richard, times have changed. It's different now."

Of course, she was right. However, had they changed for the better? Perhaps I'm just a grouch, but in my opinion, for a lot of things the answer has to be a no.

She had no problem getting to sleep, but I did. That was because I had a lot on my mind, and all of it was to do with my Daughter. It was her school uniform, and the effect it was having on me. That was ridiculous. I should, aged fifty two, have control of my emotions. However, that was easier said than done. So what could I do about it? If she was to return to her previous school, that didn't have a uniform, I was convinced that it would be over. How though, was I going to be able to get Mary to agree to it? Telling her that seeing Ella in her school uniform was sexually arousing me, was a recipe for disaster. I could imagine her response to hearing that. She would be horrified.

"So what you are saying is that you want to fuck your Daughter?"

The next day I was in a better frame of mind, convinced that I was making a mountain out of a molehill. In a few days, seeing her in her school uniform wouldn't excite me in any way because by then I'd be used to it.

But I was wrong!

Two weeks have now passed, and it wasn't getting better, it was actually getting worse. And it seemed to me that Ella was wearing her school uniform at home more than she should. Quite often, when she returned home, she wouldn't change out of it straight away. And on one occasion she'd even worn it all evening. Only taking it off when she went to bed.

-

I noticed it straight away, and she could tell that I had.

"I did it myself. Do you like it?"

She'd shortened her skirt, not by an inch or two, but to its absolute limit. I was appalled and excited in equal measures. It left little to the imagination. Her slender legs, and womanly thighs, were there for all to see. I was finding it difficult to take my eyes off them.

"I'm waiting for you to say something."

I looked up, she was grinning, and there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. That sent even more blood into my cock. I needed to end this, and quickly, before it got out of hand.

"You're so talented, your Mother couldn't have done a better job of it. Now shouldn't you be leaving for school?"

"But do you like it?"

I did, as would all red-blooded males. However, because she was my Daughter, I was going to have to disapprove of it.

"Yes, but isn't it too short?"

That made her laugh, and it wasn't because I'd said something funny, it was because, as far as she was concerned, I'd said something that was stupid. Then, when she'd finished laughing, she did something that left me speechless. With her hands by her side, holding the hem of her skirt, she slowly raised them!

I watched, open mouthed, as her skirt inched upwards. At first, more thigh was displayed. Then I got a glimpse of her panties. That made me gasp. She only stopped when her skirt was around her waist. That's when she spoke again.

"Daddy, you're so old fashioned. At my new school this is what we mean by too short. Anything less than that is OK."

Her skirt had gone up slowly, almost in slow motion, but when she let go of it, it dropped like a stone. It was the curtains coming down at the end of a show. A show that deserved a five star rating.

I was ahead with my work, which was just as well, because for the last two hours I haven't done anything. Anybody coming into my office would instantly see that I was deep in thought, and assume it was to do with my current project. However, they'd be wrong. The only thing I could think about was my time with Ella this morning. It had been strange, almost surreal. And worryingly, highly erotic.

It had been a lot more than a quick look at her panties. She'd held her skirt up long enough for me to have a good look at them. And because I was sitting down, and she was standing in front of me with her legs wider apart than they really needed to be, I'd seen everything.

The panties that Helen wore with her school uniform were functional rather than sexy. Loose fitting, a lot like men's boxers, and they were always dark blue. However, because of what they were covering, just seeing her in them was enough to make me hard.

Ella's were different, as different as they could be. They were white, with a little pink bow. Describing them as small wouldn't do them justice. They were stretched tight over her pussy, creating a nice bulge. I could see all the contours of it. All the lumps and bumps of her most private place. I'd only had a few seconds, but it had been long enough for me to take it all in.

Especially that little damp patch at her opening!

After lunch it was better, and for a couple of hours, even though my heart wasn't in it, I still managed to do some good work. However, at four o'clock I called it a day.

Because I was home early, I did the cooking. We all ate together. Ella was still in her school uniform. That was a distraction that I could have done without. I couldn't resist the occasional furtive look at her skirt, and each time wishing that I could see those white panties again. However, I doubted that I ever would. It must have been a one-off moment of madness from her that had only happened because of her excitement at starting a new school. What else could it be? And because she was so innocent, she wouldn't have realised how it had made me feel.

We were in bed at nine, and both of us were reading. Her, something on her phone, and me, a paperback. But I couldn't concentrate on it. I couldn't get that damned skirt out of my mind. It might help if I could talk about it.

"Have you seen what Ella has done to her school skirt?"

Without looking up from her phone, I got a yes from her.

"And you don't have a problem with it?"

That got a sigh from her, and then she put her phone down.

"She's only doing what all the girls do at her age. They wear clothes that show off their tits and legs. It's what I did. It's completely normal."

I could understand that. But weren't there limits to it? Wasn't there such a thing as a top that was too revealing, or a skirt that was too short? Apparently not.

"I don't like it, it's too easy for a boy to ..."

She finished it off for me.

"Put their hand up her skirt."

"Yes, so finally, you understand my concern."

"No I don't. She's not a child, she is eighteen years old, an adult. If she wants a boy to get into her panties then she'll let him, even if her skirt is down to her ankles. And a long skirt is never going to be a difficult challenge for an eager teenage boy."

I thought that was it, but then she said more.

"Did I ever tell you about the first time that I was fingered?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

That would be something that I'd never forget.

"I'd just turned eighteen and I was at a party. You should have seen the dress that I was wearing. I say dress, but really it was a ball gown. It billowed out from my waist, and it was so long, that it was sweeping the floor. But that didn't stop Tommy Lee from getting to my pussy while I was still wearing it."

My hand was on her thigh when I said, "Tell me more."

"He didn't just put his hand inside it, he lifted it up so that one side of it was resting on his shoulder. That made it easier for him."

"And was this what he did?"

I'd pushed her panties to the side, and now my fingers were heading towards her clit. She gasped when I found it.

"No. After getting into my panties he pushed two fingers deep into me. It took my breath away. Then he was fucking me with them. There was a lot of slurping and sucking sounds coming from my pussy because it was so wet. I was mortified, that was until he told me that he liked it, and that it excited him."

I wanted her to say more, to tell me everything that she could remember, but she was now finding it difficult to speak. Her breathing was laboured and she was moaning almost continuously. When she did eventually manage to utter something it wasn't about her time with Tommy Lee. However, I wasn't disappointed.

"Fuck me."

As soon as her panties were off, my cock was in her faster than you can say Jack Robinson!

The expert attention that I'd given her clit with my fingers, had taken her to the edge, so it only took a few strokes to make her topple over. As her orgasm surged through her body, I continued ploughing into her like a man possessed. When I climaxed, hers was ending.

As I was drifting off to sleep I was smiling. What had started off as an awkward conversation about the clothes that my Daughter wears to school, had ended up being an epic fuck.

The next day I was more relaxed. I was able to see Ella in her school uniform and only be mildly stimulated by it. However, I knew that it wasn't going to last. The sex with Mary had been good, and it had completely satisfied me. That was the reason why I wasn't lusting after my Daughter. The effect of that was going to quickly wear off, unless we fucked again in the next day or so. That was possible, but unlikely. We'd got into a routine that was almost written in stone, that there'd be at least ten days between our sex sessions.

-

"Daddy, I have a question for you. Two or three?"

That meant nothing to me, and she must know that, so I waited patiently for her to say more about her cryptic question. But it soon became apparent that she wasn't going to do that.

"OK I give in."

While smiling, she said, "So my clever Daddy couldn't work it out."

With more information I might have been able to, but not from the little that she'd said. I was good at solving puzzles, but there was a limit to my ability.

"I'll give you a clue."

She then pointed to her blouse. I was still none the wiser. Then I suddenly remembered something that her Mother had said after seeing some of the girls from Ella's new school. Now that I'd understood what she'd meant I could answer her question.

"Zero!"

That made her giggle.

"You're so silly. It has to be two or three."

I shook my head. It wasn't going to happen, because I wasn't going to allow it. But I should have known that my headstrong Daughter was going to do it anyway, despite any objections from me.

After quickly unbuttoning two buttons she stopped.

"A lot of girls have the top two buttons of their school blouse undone."

I was about to say something, to tell her that she didn't need to be one of them, but before I could, she'd released another one. Now I didn't want to speak, I just wanted to look at her.

After unbuttoning the third one, with a hand holding each side of her blouse, she'd pulled it open, as far as it would go. She was displaying a lot of cleavage and the tops of her bra cups. It had been a week since I'd had sex. If it had been more recent then I might have been able to tell her to stop, or better still, leave the room. However, with my balls full, I was never going to do either of those two options.

"You should see Alison. Her top three buttons are never fastened. Her massive tits look as if they're going to spill out. The boys can't take their eyes off them."

That might be so, but Ella's ample breasts were more than enough for me.

"Would four be too much?"

That was a question that she didn't need to ask, because the answer was obvious. It wouldn't just be too much, it would be outrageous.

"Daddy, I'll let you decide."

From how she'd said it, and the look she'd given me while she was saying it, I knew what was coming next.

While I waited for her to do it, my excitement went up a level. The butterflies that had been in my stomach from when that first button was popped, were now as excited as I was. My cock, that had been stiff for a while, had somehow gained another inch. And why was it suddenly hot in here?

It was just a button, nothing special, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. Wishing that she would undo it. I knew that she would, but only after she'd made me wait for a few seconds.

"What do you think?"

I couldn't speak. My mouth had suddenly gone dry. And my blood pressure must be sky-high. She then did something that I wouldn't have thought possible, she made it even more erotic!

Unbuttoning the fourth one had exposed even more of her breasts. I could see almost all of her bra, and through it, the outline of her plump nipples. However, that wasn't enough for her, she had to take it a step further. With her right hand she was caressing her left breast, sensually, like a lover would do. That's when I suddenly came to my senses.

"I think that you should button up your blouse."

I then left the room without saying another word.

For the rest of the day we didn't see each other, and that was for the best. I needed time away from her to come to terms with what had happened, and worryingly, what might have happened if I hadn't left when I had. The occasion when she'd lifted up her skirt to reveal her panties, shouldn't have happened. However, I could believe that her motive for doing it was mischief rather than sexual. Done to shock me rather than to excite me. This time it was different. It was definitely a sexual act. Its meaning was clear.