Chapter 3: Dancing after Dinner

When they got home, Ava said, “I don’t want this date to be over, but I’m so full that I’m not sure I’m going to do anything but fall right asleep. As she said this, she pooched out her belly, showing that she had a little food baby going on. For that matter, I could have stood to loosen my belt, although I didn’t.

“Well, if this had been a school date, you might very well have gone to a dance after a fancy meal. We could dance a bit to work off some of that food.

I put on some 80’s music, and after a few songs and dancing, Ava told me, “Daddy, these songs are so silly!” That was after the Devo classic, Whip It.

“They are silly, but 80’s music was fun music. I’m getting warm.” I undid my tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt.

“This is so not fair,” Ava told me. “You didn’t let me show you the dress I had where I could unbutton it when I got warm.” And Ava did look warm. She had sweat beading on her forehead, and her cheeks were rosy pink.

“Here, this is a slow song; you can cool down a bit during it.” I pulled my daughter in close, and she snuggled up to me as we rocked back and forth. Her breasts were pressed up against me, and I had to resist the urge to pull her in even closer for fear that she would feel my growing erection. I still couldn’t get over the fact that she had these completely oversized breasts for her tiny body. I was holding her delicately because it felt like a good bear hug might break her in two. It was like her body was a size smaller than her head would suggest it should be, except that her breasts were at least one size larger, maybe two ... The combination was both adorable and extremely arousing.

A faster song came on next, and I reluctantly relinquished my hold of my daughter to allow for more freestyle dancing. “Daddy, you held me so close that I didn’t cool down at all. I’m not complaining; I really liked that dance, but I’m burning up. I’ve been thinking; it’s just the two of us, and I would never do this in public. So if you promise not to hold this against me, I’ve got an idea that will keep me from overheating.

“Um, OK, I promise I won’t hold your idea against you.” I said somewhat uncertainly. I never expected Ava to pull her dress up over her head and toss it onto the couch. My little girl was standing there in front of me in nothing but bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings. “Wow!” escaped my mouth before I could stop it.

“It’s no big deal, Daddy; I could be out on a beach in a bathing suit that showed off more than this. In fact, on the beach, I’d have even less clothing on since I wouldn’t have the tights.”

I didn’t have my heart to tell Ava that the tights made her look way sexier than she would have looked without them. I eyed Ava up and down, drinking in the sight of her beautiful and nearly naked body. It wasn’t that she didn’t have curves other than her breasts; her waist was far narrower than her slender hips. The dress had shown this off nicely, but now it was like she was beating me over the head with the fact that, although very petite, she had a woman’s body. I really had no idea what to say about what my daughter had just done, so I grabbed her hand and spun her around to indicate that we could keep dancing.

When the next song came on, Ava squeeled, “I know this one!” She must have really liked it too, because the next thing I know, her dancing involves shimmying. If she had still been in her pink dress, watching my daughter shimmy would have been an amazing thing. In just a bra, it was irristible and mind blowing. My little girl was literally shaking her tits at me!

A slow song came on next, and after pulling Ava in close to me again, I found her bra strap with my hands. She was in a strapless bra to go with the one open backed dress she had tried on, and while I knew I shouldn’t really do it, I couldn’t help myself after what I had just seen. I unsnapped it.

“Daddy!” Ava protested.

“Don’t worry about it; we’re slow dancing now. I can fasten it back before the end of the song.”

Even to this day, I don’t have a clue what song was playing for this dance. My mind was full of thoughts of feeling my daughter up and seeing her naked tits. I didn’t latch the strap back before the song ended. Ava pulled away when the music sped back up, and her strapless bra fell to the floor!

“Oops! I forgot about that!” She exclaimed as she threw an arm over her tits to conceal them. However, that was not before I got a good look at her twin mounds. They looked even better than I would have guessed from what I had seen earlier, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them then! She started to bend over to pick up the fallen bra, but I still had hold of her other hand for dancing.

“Just leave it,” I told my daughter. “You’re covered up with your arm. Really, you’re more covered up than you were in your bra. Especially the way you shimmied a few songs ago.”