The dress was made for her. Her tits big, like mine, but perky young, her ass big, like mine, and perky, if an ass can be perky, were perfectly framed in that cut and in that material, just the right size for her.
The dress fell on her frame just right, deep cleavage, forming around her tits presenting them perfectly but not too deep. The bottom flowing over her perky ass and accenting it under her slim teenage waist. The hem high above the knees but decent, well, just about decent.
Annie walked out to the mirror and from the look in her eyes I knew that she loved the way she looked in it.
Twirling and posing for herself in front of the mirror, I could almost see that she was thinking.
Her back to the mirror, like every woman, she was admiring her ass and how it looked in this dress.
More to herself than me she said “What do you think? Would it be OK if I was to wear this? How do I look?”
Being careful not to oversell it I walked up to her.
I was still naked as I stood next to her, “thinking.”
Taking the opportunity, I fondled her breasts, “straightening” and “smoothing” out the fabric, I pulled on the hem and felt up her ass.
Squatting in front of her while she admired her ass, I spread my knees offering her a plain look at my crotch, while I tinkered about with the dress.
In a swift motion, not giving her a chance to think, I pulled down her panties, “This is what’s wrong.” I told her. “Look, now, isn’t it better?”
Caught off-guard, she idly stepped out of them, as I adjusted the folds on her rear.
“Do you think Dad won’t mind if you get me this dress?” was her final try to find something wrong with it, while I could see the spark in her eyes all the while.
“Honey, it’s your call, but I think that you look great in it.” Still naked I stood next to her as we admired our reflections in the mirror.
“Ok, I’ll take it. But there is no way that you are getting that slutty dress you just tried on.” We laughed.
“There is the other one that I haven’t tried yet, let’s see how I look in it.”
I had seen this set before, not really something that I would choose, but for the purpose that I was going to put it to, it would do.
Like Annie’s dress, this two-piece fell just right over my curves, the sleeveless tank top was a hair below my bellybutton, cut in the waist but loose. Openings around the arms so that I can display my tits, when I want to, but also, such a fine material that as it falls over my boobs shows every bump.
A light elastic band keeps the skirt in place and the sensible material just flows over my legs plunging in and out between them, and just long enough.
I stood next to Annie in front of the mirror, we looked great, my dress was civilized enough, but from the way that I wore it, I could tell that she was holding her comments back, just so that I didn’t change my mind about her dress.
“You are going to wear underwear with that, aren’t you?” She asked me seriously.
“Off course, when it gets cold!” I told her laughing as we returned to the same booth to change.
I watched my beautiful daughter, discreetly, as she got out of her dress and put on her own clothes. She was so beautiful, I had to give her a hug.