The divorce between me and my wife was perceived by everyone else as being "Friendly". The truth is, over the years, we became distant and disinterested with each other. Sexually, we turned a blind eye to each other's needs, and eventually, to each other's actions. Ironically, it was my admitted panty fetish that highlighted the fact that the end was near for us. I found fresh semen in her panties one evening; something I still don't understand since she knew it was a common practice for me to take her panties from the hamper and enjoy them.
I was even more surprised when she didn't deny she'd been with another man. She didn't even make an effort to rinse out her panties or hide them from me. Instead, they were laid out perfectly flat in the hamper, just as if she'd proudly arranged them with the express purpose of me discovering her infidelity. So, after three years of this, and once our daughter, Penny, graduated from high school and went off to college, we found ourselves alone in the house and barely able to speak to one another.
I came home from work one day to find my wife waiting for me in the kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and divorce papers in the other hand. We talked for a few minutes and then she left, walking out the door and pulling her suitcase behind her. The next week, we met at Starbuck's for an hour to make some agreements. For example, I agreed I'd never tell our daughter about her indiscretions, and in return, she agreed she'd keep my panty fetish to herself. We promised each other we wouldn't bad talk the other in front of Penny, and, we agreed to let the past go and move on.
Six months later, we had sold the house, split up everything and it was over. I can't say I was upset. It seemed an inevitable and predictable conclusion to a once happy marriage.
However, Penny, our nineteen year old daughter and sunshine of my life, was devastated.
I spent hours trying to convince Penny her mother and I had simply grown apart and our marriage was no longer a healthy thing for either of us. And, after speaking to her mother, hearing the same story and realizing our break up wasn't an angry or bitter affair, Penny finally accepted the fact that her parents had split up.
The bright side to all of this is that Penny and I ended up spending a lot of time together – just like we used to when she was growing up. And, when I was offered a promotion and a transfer to our Los Angeles office, Penny jumped at the chance to move out there with me. In a matter of a few days, she located a college that would accept her as a transfer student with no interruption to her studies. Believe it or not, her mother was all for it, and in the matter of a few weeks, Penny and I found ourselves moving into a renovated condo close to where I would be working, and equally close to her school.
Just after the movers left that first day, I walked into Penny's room to suggest we start organizing the kitchen before we started unpacking the boxes in our bedrooms. As I turned and stood in the doorway of her room, I was stunned to see my daughter standing with her back to me in just her panties, pulling a white t-shirt over her head and then pulling it down to her waist. She turned just as she pulled the shirt down to see me standing there, gawking at her, and she explained.
"It's too hot, Daddy." Penny said with a frustrated look on her face. "The movers are gone now..... I just had to change into something cooler."
I couldn't stop my eyes from looking at my precious daughter's petite body. I don't know if it was pride, curiosity or lust – but, I stood there for several seconds just looking at her. The t-shirt was thin and tight, and I could see the slight well of her small breasts underneath it. Her little nipples poked out notably, and even though I knew this was my own daughter I was looking at, I was frozen in place unable to move.
"Its okay, isn't it?" Penny asked. "I mean.... we're going to be living together now and, after all, you are my father."
"Sure, Sweetheart." I said, finally looking up at her face. Then cracking a joke, I added, "As far as I'm concerned you can go buck naked as long as it's just the two of us here."
Penny smiled up at me as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail and tied it in place. As she did this, the t-shirt she wore crept up and I got a full, straight-on look at her white, bikini panties pulled tightly over her mound. Although they obviously weren't intended to be sexy panties, they fit her low on her hips and I knew that right under that seemingly benign material was my baby girl's most private place; her vagina.
I could see a good amount of bare skin between her waistband and the hem of her shirt. Her belly looked tight and trim, and for just a second, I wondered if she was bare down there..... if she shaved herself, or, did she have a fluffy tuff of blonde pubic hair between her legs.
Putting her hands on her waist, Penny asked me where we should begin unloading boxes. Shaking myself back to reality and trying to act as nonchalant as I could, I suggested we start in the kitchen, and a few minutes later we were opening boxes and deciding where to put all the kitchen stuff. I honestly tried not to stare at my daughter as we worked, but, it was impossible to keep my eyes off her. Her petite breasts reminded me so much of her mother's - right down to her pebble size nipples. The t-shirt she wore was one of those thin, light weight shirts all the young girls wear these days – normally two at a time along with a bra and maybe a camisole. I'm confident they aren't intended to be worn by themselves, and because they are so thin and light, I could literally see the little bumps around Penny's areolas.
But, what really got to me was the way her panties fit her. Unbelievably, Penny didn't seem to be the least bit concerned that she was in her panties. She acted like she was fully dressed; she was bending, stretching and unloading boxes as if she had no cares in the world. She had to know I was looking at her, didn't she? I'm embarrassed to say my poor cock responded in the only way it could, and, even though this was my own daughter I was voyeuring, my cock didn't care one iota.
We took a break after we got several boxes unpacked, and as I reached into the refrigerator to get us both a cold drink, Penny sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, leaned back and pulled one foot up to the edge of the chair. The way she was sitting was very unlady like, and as I walked over to hand her the cold soda, my eyes drifted down between her legs, zeroing in on the cotton gusset pulled tightly across her genitals.
Penny saw me looking and closed her legs a little, but, when I sat down across from her and looked up at her face, she must have known I was having a hard time ignoring the fact that my daughter was half undressed.
"Do you want me to go put my shorts on?" Penny said, looking down at her soda can and fidgeting with the pull tab.
"Sweetheart," I replied, "it's been a long time since I've seen a woman dressed like that, and you're about as cute as a girl can be. It's just going to take some time getting used to seeing you like that, that's all. And, I'm sorry if I was staring. I am a man, you know."
"You used to give me a bath and help me get dressed." My daughter replied, looking up at me and smiling. "You've seen me naked probably a zillion times."
"I know," I said, "but, that was a long time ago. You're grown up now. You're a young woman – and a very beautiful young woman, I might add. I'm a man that hasn't enjoyed the company of a woman in a long, long time. You understand what I'm getting at?"
After a few seconds, I think she realized what I was trying to tell her. Her eyebrows popped up, her face turned red and she looked at me. "Oh, I get it now." She said.
