Chapter 3: My Dad Takes Me to the Mall

Everything seemed perfect but then to my shock it sounded like he was crying. I pulled back and looked at him. He may not have had a flood running from his eyes but they were definitely watery and he looked so sad all of a sudden.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned that there was something bothering him that I didn’t know about.

“Oh baby, it’s just that you’re so good to me,” he said, his voice threatening to crack at any moment. I waited quietly, not sure how to answer, hoping he would say more without me having to figure out what to say.

“You know, what you did with your uncle last week was the most loving and unselfish act I can ever imagine,” he continued after a moment, “I can’t believe I allowed myself to let my own needs come ahead of yours ... I feel so guilty about it.”

I took his hand from my ass and led him into my room and sat down on my bed, patting the covers next to me to indicate I wanted him to take a seat next to me. He sat down and put his arm around me.

“Daddy, you know I would do anything for you,” I told him, “There’s nobody in the world more important to me than you.”

He started to say something but I wasn’t through.

“Besides dad,” I said, changing my tone to be less soothing and more naughty, “I know you have loved fucking Tammy the past week, haven’t you?”

It was more a statement than a question. Of course he did. What heterosexual male in his forties wouldn’t give most anything for the opportunity to fuck a fifteen year-old teenager, especially one as cute and sexy as my cousin Tammy?

My dad’s face looked a little sheepish, like a little boy caught with his hand in the candy jar.

“C’mon dad, admit it, you love fucking her, don’t you?” I pushed him, adding little giggle to my voice to take any edge off of it.

“Well...,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Exactly,” I said, as if concluding a point in a debate, “So no more of this guilt crap, OK? Besides, if you DIDN’T enjoy it, THEN you should feel guilty.”

“Whatever,” he said, conceding the debate, “But in any case, I just wanted to make it up to you somehow. How would you like me to take you out shopping this evening?”

Well duh! What girl would ever say no to such a question?

“We can go anywhere you want,” he continued, “But just so you know, I want it to be more than just buying you things. I want us to have a fun father-daughter night out. What do you say?”

Had any other father said that to his daughter, I would have thought it to be sweet and just an innocent evening at the mall. However, when my dad uses the word “fun”, it has a special meaning to it that most fathers wouldn’t intend. As an example of me having “fun” with my dad, I ended up fucking a couple of his clients from work right in front of him. (Of course, they had no idea I was his daughter.) My pussy suddenly tingled and I got that feeling I get in me when I know I’m going to have a good time soon.

“Oh????” I responded innocently, “So what should I wear?”

My dad just laughed, knowing full well I was just teasing him, and then he got up and said, “Well, since you’ll be trying on clothes I guess something that comes off easy would be appropriate.”

“Appropriate” my ass! I knew the LAST thing my dad would want me to wear was something appropriate.

“Well, get going and we’ll go as soon as you’re ready.”

He walked out and headed downstairs while I hurriedly scoured through my closet for something to wear. Fortunately I had left a few outfits at their house when I moved to my apartment. I frowned as noted that some of the outfits I would have loved to wear were over there now but I did have one that looked to be perfect for the occasion. It took me about half an hour to get my hair looking a little less disastrous, put a bit of makeup on, and then get dressed. One last look in the mirror to check things out and I was ready to go.

I rushed down the stairs with all the bounce and enthusiasm I use to have going down these same stairs as a little girl on Christmas morning. When I went into the kitchen, my mom and dad were sitting down with some coffee and my dad turned to look at me. His eyes opened wide and let out a soft wolf whistle.

“Wow, you look fabulous,” he said, mimicking the tone of some TV comic.

I smiled and twirled about, giving him a 360 view of my outfit. It wasn’t exactly original but it was perfect for tonight. The short pleated white denim skirt hugged my ass like a glove before it descended down legs just barely enough to hide the black thong underneath. About the only thing the thong hid was my pussy itself and then only barely. From the rear, unless you saw the strap that went around my waist, you would’ve probably thought I was naked as the one that went down my ass crack was so thin it just hid inside my crack like a wedgie (which it also felt like to be honest).

A wide black belt contrasted nicely with the white skirt. On top I was wearing a black tube top with a sheer white blouse over the top. The blouse was only buttoned half-way up as it was one or two sizes too small and never would have stretched over my boobs. This caused it to be tight and showed off the curvature of my bust under the tight tube blouse. My mom looked at me and smiled, giving me her non-verbal approval while my dad just acted like a teenage boy seeing a stripper for the first time - and I was fully dressed!

“Well, ready to go daddy?” I asked, wiggling my hips suggestively.

My dad looked at my mom and I could tell he was about to change his mind and just take me then and there but as always, my mom, the conscience of the Wells family, set him straight.

“You’re not getting off THAT easy dear,” she admonished him gently, “You promised her a shopping trip so get going and take her.”

It was only a short drive to the mall. There were several we could have gone to and had I been intent on simply buying some new outfits, the closest one would actually have been my preference. It was made up primarily of boutique stores with a great selection of the latest, and most expensive, fashions. However, something told me tonight the shopping was just an excuse for having “fun” with my dad so the larger mall was the our destination. I behaved myself the entire way there, something which I wasn’t sure if he was all that happy about to be honest. Oh well, if he wanted to have “fun” he was going to have help out a bit.