“Really Lindsay? I was kinda looking forward to the free time by myself.”
“I’ll be you were,” she teased, and I knew she was referring to the night before. “…but I need your help to make this party special. Besides, I think you’ll enjoy this more than lying around by yourself jerking off.”
Trying to ignore the brashness of my daughter’s comment, I played along and replied “I don’t know. I’ve gotten pretty good at it through the years.”
She smiled at my joke, but made no reply other than to shoosh me off the couch and up the stairs to get ready. As I trudged up the stairs, she came up behind me and playfully slapped my butt.
“Let’s go, old man. I told everyone to be here about six o’clock,” she teased. “…and no jerking off in the shower either!”
I laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my time to make sure I was extra clean, smooth, and fresh. If I was going to have to spend time around the girls, then I wanted to make my best impression for Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might think I’m hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to know I still got it.
So forty-five minutes later, I presented myself to my daughter for inspection, with a quick apology for taking longer than she gave me.
“No problem,” she responded. “You did a good job!” she noted, giving me a quick head to toe.
“You’re looking pretty dolled up yourself,” I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner (which I find really sexy on most women), lipstick, and some other touches. She had also thrown on a very short schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edges of her hot pink bra peeking out in various locations around her chest and shoulders.
“Thanks daddy!” she said, cocking one leg back with an innocent little half twist.
When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to save face, I quipped “Headed to the Britney Spears comeback tour?”
“Ha ha! You’re showing your age again, dad.”
Ouch. That was a low blow.
“It’s part of my surprise,” she explained. “I asked all the girls to put on something extra sexy tonight.”
“What!?” I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to be hanging around if that’s what you guys are planning on wearing.” I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the visions my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could feel my cock start to react a little.
“You promised to help,” she reminded me. “Besides, wouldn’t you like to see Kristy in something sexy?”
“That’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think? I’m more than twice her age, Kristy is your best friend, and I’m marr…” but she didn’t let me finish.
“I heard you last night, dad,” she said simply with wicked grin. She was grinning at me a lot lately.
“I think maybe you misunderstood somethi…” I tried to explain in a panic.