This did become a growing problem as Ali showed me several more outfits, one more revealing than the next. Her movements also became more and more provocative. I tried to focus on the fact that this showed incredible character growth: it takes real confidence to dance like this for anyone, and she was doing it with great determination. Still, it was hard to avoid… well, getting hard.
Eventually, she came walking down the stairs in the hottest outfit yet. She was wearing the bra with the tiger pattern, no top or blouse covering it. Then she had put on her new blazer but left it unbuttoned, and she wore a short skirt to match. For this, she had also borrowed another pair of Ava’s shoes – this time, a pair of high heels; I could hear the clacking sounds as she moved down the stairs towards me, looking at me seductively.
There was no question she was teasing me at this point. She swayed her hips as she moved towards me, locking eyes with me and giving me that mischievous smile of a girl who’s up to something. This body language was definitely intentional.
“Do you like it?” she cooed, giving me a wink before spinning around.
Yeah, I liked it. Both the outfit and this whole thing. A lot of women struggle to do something like this and it felt important to me, giving Ali a safe space where she could show herself to a man.
She turned around and bent over, showing me her naked thighs. The high heeled shoes pushed her bottom up, making her legs look even longer, and the skirt barely covered her naked ass cheeks. It was at this point I noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that skirt! I felt a lump in my throat. My cheeks felt warm and I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t just any hot teenage girl – it was my own flesh and blood.
My daughter continued to dance for me, showing off both her outfits and her physical attributes while I watched. I kept up appearances, applauded and cheered to encourage her. I kept telling myself that I was just showing her that she was doing really well. I didn’t quite want to show her how well she was doing. She had managed to make me really worked up. That thing in my pants was now hard as a rock.
Then one song stopped, there was a pause, and a new one started. Ali stood still and looked at me while the room went silent for a couple of seconds. Then, as the song Bad Things by Jace Everett fittingly started playing, she gave me a determined look and stepped towards me. Before I even had time to protest, she moved all the way up to me and got on my lap. I swallowed. The lump in my throat had grown significantly.
She put her knees on the couch either side of me and placed her arms on my shoulders, leaning forward so that her chest was really close to my face.
“It’s a really cool bra, isn’t it, Dad?” she asked, smiling down at me.
“Yeah, very. Good choice, there…”
“I mean, take a closer look.”
Before I had time to react, she unhooked the clasps at the front. The whole thing slid off and I once again had a very good view of my darling eighteen year old daughter’s perky breasts.