Ally spotted her father at one of the tables in the food court. They were supposed to meet there an hour after going their separate ways, but she was almost a half hour late and hoping he wouldn't be mad, especially after giving her one of his credit cards to shop with. After saying she could spend however much she wanted, he'd probably set the time limit to keep her from doing too much damage. She wasn't sure how much she'd spent, but it was a lot. Yet everything she bought she'd picked out with him in mind. When he looked up and saw her coming, she could tell he wasn't mad, only rolling his eyes comically. Otherwise, he was looking at her in that way he had of making her feel like the only eighteen-year-old girl in existence.
"Daddy I'm so sorry I'm late. I hope you haven't been waiting long," she said as she sat across the small table from him.
Steve chuckled briefly. "I knew you'd be late. I've barely been here five minutes."
Ally smiled and noticed him checking out her bags, which must have looked incredibly small considering the amount of time she was on her own with his credit card. There was more in them than their sizes made it look, but she'd spent almost all the time in lingerie sections, and the VS bag was unmistakable. Steve raised a brow when he spotted it, but then he quickly turned his attention back on her face.
Now his eyes were drifting toward the gap where the big shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned. She had on one of his white button-down shirts. It fit her like a short dress, but she only had a couple of the buttons fastened. Underneath she was wearing a tight, white tank top, very low cut with spaghetti straps, without a bra, and white yoga shorts.
The tank top and shorts were for her father. The overshirt was a compromise for going out in public. She left it mostly open because she needed to see how Steve was going to react. More and more lately, she'd noticed him looking at her body in the skimpier outfits she wore mostly around home. She loved the way her daddy's attention made her feel, and the more she got the more she wanted.
There were a few times she'd stopped to wonder if she was being greedy. The answer always turned out to be yes, even if she was still unsure of how greedy she was being. She'd been careful talking about her thoughts with her friends, but she'd become anxious to know how other girls her age felt about their fathers. She was afraid she might even be a little obsessed with him, but he was charming and handsome and even some of her friends had repeatedly said they thought he was hot. A couple had joked about how they could get their fathers to say yes to anything when they put on something sexy and flirted.
In the end, Ally figured none of her friends would ever admit if they felt the same way about their dads that she did. She wasn't about to admit it to them, so why should they admit it to her? She just had to figure her way through this on her own. Considering the little shopping spree she'd just had, she realized she wasn't really thinking rationally and just going on pure instinct.
As far as Ally was concerned, she could've sat there in the food court forever, surrounded by strangers while her father gazed through the gap in her overshirt. Her full, C cup tits were stretching the tank top fabric thin enough to let her russet colored areolas show through. Her thick nipples swelled and hardened under her father's stare while her pulse began to race. When he finally raised his eyes to her face, he blushed, knowing he'd been caught staring. They both blushed and looked off in opposite directions, waiting for the weirdness of the moment to pass. Except to Ally, it didn't feel weird at all. She didn't want the feeling she had to pass.
Finally, her father looked back at her and lightly took hold of her wrist across the table. "Did you get everything you need," he asked, "or do you need to keep going for a little while longer?"
"I guess I have what I need for now," she told him with a coy grin she couldn't suppress. "But I do have to use bathroom."
She got up to head for the ladies room, taking one of the bags with her. Several heads turned to watch her as she walked through the food court, but the extra little sway in her hips was for her father. The way he'd looked at her smooth legs when she got out of her seat had made her whole body feel warm.
When she got into the ladies' room, Ally went into a stall and slid her yoga shorts down and off. She took a brief moment to brush her fingers over her freshly shaved mound, and then went through the small bag. There were eight pair of brand new panties in it, but she fished out the bright, turquoise thong and pulled it up her beautifully shaped legs. It felt incredible, the material had just the right amount of stretch to it to fit snugly and cup her pussy perfectly. She felt her mound through the material and could've ended up fingering herself right there in the stall if she weren't just as eager to get back to her father.
Finally, Ally pulled her thin, white yoga shorts back on and double checked to make sure the thong showed through them as much as she'd thought when she picked them out. No one would see them with her father's big shirt covering her ass, but later, once they got out of the crowded mall, she would have Daddy all to herself. He was going to get to see what no one else was allowed to.
If she didn't chicken out.
Walking back to where her handsome father was waiting, Ally's heart was racing. She'd been thinking about this for a long time, and she was afraid if she went too far her father might think she was crazy, but every time she saw the way he looked at her it was worth the risk. He was her dad. Even if he thought she was crazy he'd still love her.
That's what fathers were supposed to do, wasn't it?
Steve got up from his seat just as Ally got back to their table.
"Are you sure you're all finished for today?" he asked before she had a chance to sit.
"Oh...um...sure. I'm pretty sure I have everything I need for now," she said. Under any other circumstances she would've been overjoyed to keep shopping for a while longer, but her mind was on other things today.
"Good," he father smiled. He took her bags all in one hand and put his other around her waist and started to lead her out of the food court. "I was thinking we could have lunch together," he added, "but I know a much better place."
Ally was happy to get away from the crowd and follow her father wherever he wanted to go. She tucked herself as snugly into his large body as she could while they walked, relishing the feeling of his strong arm curling around her.
When they got to the parking garage, Ally slipped into the passenger's seat while her father put her shopping bags in the trunk. She had the buttons of her over-shirt undone before he got in, and let the sides of the shirt fall open to expose more of the revealing outfit she had on underneath. Her pulse was going crazy and her nipples were hard as she waited to see how her father was going to react.
Steve got into the driver's seat and looked at his daughter with a smile. Then he noticed how her over-shirt was open, and his eyes slowly drifted over her body. The shape of her swollen nipples was clearly defined in the thin fabric of her tank top, along with the shadowy outlines of her aureoles. The outline of her new thong was also clearly visible through her yoga shorts, and the girl was suddenly afraid she was going to end up with a huge cream stain between her legs if her father looked at her too long.
The silence in the car was thick as fog. Steve didn't break it and just started the car, driving out of the parking garage while Ally wished he'd say anything, even if he just wanted to talk about the weather. It was driving her crazy to know he had to be thinking about her and was keeping his thoughts to himself.
She finally broke the agonizing silence herself.
"So, um, where are we going to lunch?"
Her father simply cast a sidelong glance at her, his brow slightly raised, his eyes roaming over her beautifully, half-exposed tits and the outline of her thong before settling back on the street. It felt almost as if he were purposely trying to drive her crazy with nerves.
"I'm not sure," he finally replied. "If you're going to leave your dress unbuttoned then there aren't many places your outfit is appropriate for."
"It's not a dress, Daddy. It's one of your shirts," she corrected.
Steve chuckled briefly. "I know, baby. There are almost as many of my clothes in your room as mine."
"I can't help it," she replied, half pouting. "It makes me feel close to you even when you're not around."
The smile that broke out on her father's face made Ally almost as good as when he called her baby.
"I guess I never told you how much I love that," he said.
Ally actually blushed, but she didn't know when she'd felt so happy. She almost felt like she did those times she'd snuggle up to him on the couch with the TV on, and he'd drape his arm over her shoulder with his large hand dangling so close to the swell of her full breast. She lost count of the times she'd wished he'd let his hand fall right on top of her boob and start fondling her.
They rode on in silence a couple of minutes, until Steve finally told his daughter he knew just the right place for lunch.
"How hungry are you?" he asked.
"A little. Why?"
"Because it'll take a little while to get where I'm thinking of."
"Oh Daddy, now we have to go there. You have me really curious."
Steve smiled and within a few minutes he was driving onto the freeway, making Ally even more curious about where he was taking her. They were on the road for at least the next forty minutes, and distracted themselves with talk about Ally starting college in another month. But her father never stopped checking out the outline of the brand new thong panties showing through her yoga shorts every chance he got.
Ally's pussy started to feel so hot and tingly she wished her father would just reach between her shapely thighs and start rubbing her mound. She wished she knew how to tell him what she wanted, but she was far from having the courage yet. As it was, it took every ounce of nerves she had just to dress for him the way she had.
She was relieved when he finally got off the freeway and followed a windy series of back roads until he pulled into a small, gravel parking lot near a beachside snack bar. Ally had no idea the place ever existed. It was a little funky but it looked nice, and there weren't many people around.
