Chapter 2: Shopping for my daughter

A father pleases his daughter by giving her G-strings and lingerie.

I was at the grocery store with my 14-year-old daughter when we walked down one of the aisles and passed a woman bending over to reach some items on the bottom shelf. (This bent over woman had a sheer pink G-string peeking out of her jeans.) As we reached the end of the driveway, my daughter started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Dad, you didn’t miss the woman’s pants falling down and her G-string peeking out. I thought you were going to stand there and watch her.”

I laughed. “What do you know about G-strings?”

“They’re little underwear, where the G-string goes up to your butt,” she added. “My friends Becca and Ashley wear G-strings.”

“How did you find out they were wearing that?”

“When we were talking in the gym locker room while changing, I noticed they were both wearing G-strings.”

She only sees her father once a month, that’s how it is, her parents’ divorce had strict conditions and it was not to the father’s advantage. Nina would have preferred the opposite, she is very attached to her dad.

It was summer vacation and she was with him for the next two weeks. The next day, they went to the mall and stopped at a women’s clothing store.

Nina had asked her father to buy her G-strings and a bikini. He agreed, although he assumed his ex-wife wouldn’t allow Nina to wear that kind of underwear. He could take advantage of it, because his daughter is always walking around the house, wearing only panties and tight t-shirts most of the time.

She chose underwear, then jeans, shirts and bras.

“Nina, we talked about buying G-strings, and with everything you’ve chosen, I’ll have at least 200 dollars worth. Be a little more reasonable.”

“But Dad...”

“No! G-strings and bikini as expected!”

“Hey Dad ... What if I put on a fashion show for you, would you let me buy you a pair of high-heeled sandals?”

“Hmm, that’s tempting! Little scourge, but your fashion parade at home, could I check the merchandise, for each item of clothing?”

“Yes, Dad, even though you can look right now, I’m going to try everything on here in the dressing room, come with me!”

“You little tease! Okay!”

She disappeared for several minutes to make her choices, helped by a saleswoman. When she came back, she had a collection of G-strings and cute black sandals with open tops. Really sexy, and I have to admit I have a bit of a fetish for heels and nylons.

She took my hand and led me towards the fitting rooms. A corridor about five or six meters long with cabins on either side. There was no one there at the time and she chose the booth at the far right. When I got to the booth, I pulled back the curtain and stood there to see what she was going to try and I got a semi-erection, anticipating what I was going to see from my daughter.

She immediately took off her jeans, then turned around and took off her panties. She threw her panties at me laughing, I resisted the urge to smell them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her little ass.”

My daughter had matured, she was developing hips and I realized that she was no longer quite a child but was becoming a teenager, a little woman. Her breasts were also developing and small appetizing mounds appeared, visible when she wore tight camisoles.

She had chosen G-strings of all colors. She started with the black ones, which she quickly put on. And she bent down to adjust the high heels. I sat down on the stool, we had a while with the fittings, I thought to myself. When she stood up, she turned to face me.