Cheers!

“Sweetheart, I love you too… and I appreciate the thought behind the tattoo idea. I really do. But I don’t want you to get a tattoo. You have flawless fair skin… I fear a tattoo would ruin one’s experience of looking at you and appreciating that.”

She dropped the topic with a reluctant smile. The place where she had pulled the T shirt had gotten stretched and her cleavage was still on display.

“Enough for your first time no?” I asked her. I wanted to wrap up the drinking and go to my room to take care of my erection.

“No… Come on Dad… let us hang out and drink some more. You are the one who said we have all the time in the world.”

“I did say that… but…”

“No buts Dad… we’re gonna drink till midnight” she said getting up from the sofa, “but I have to change out of these… it’s getting hot here. Don’t pour the next round. Wait for me.”

“Alright” I said as she went to her room. The clock showed 9 PM. I switched on the TV and browsed through channels. All the news channels had boisterous discussion panels arguing on who is to blame for something or the other. My erection was not going down despite the distraction from the news channels.

“Dad can I borrow a T shirt? I can’t seem to find any of mine.” She called out.

“Ok… let me see in my wardrobe.” I said and went to my room to get one.

“May be too loose for you.” I called out from my room. I found a grey Tshirt and turned to walk back to the living room.

“That’s okay” Aishu said, standing at the door to my room. She had taken off her white tshirt and was standing in a white camisole. The straps of her dark blue bra were visible and the outline of the cups of her bra was showing through the thin material of the camisole.

‘It must be the alcohol’ I thought. Aishu had always taken care not to come before me in any state of undress.

The lack of inhibitions from the alcohol was messing with me too. My penis throbbed on seeing her like that.

I handed her the Tshirt as I walked past her back to the sofa in the living room. When I took a backward glance at her after sitting down I saw her pull the camisole over her head as she walked to her room. The dark blue bra was a pretty thing and Aishu’s body looked pretty damn alluring.

I grabbed my hard penis over my lungi and pushed it down… trying to make the erection go away. But touching it was only making matters worse.

“Okay Dad… pour the next one” I heard Aishu’s voice. So I made two pegs.

As I was doing this, I saw her out of the corner of my eye come and plop down beside me. When I turned to give her the glass I saw that she was wearing only my grey tshirt… no bottoms. The tshirt reached her mid-thigh and showed off her lean legs.

“I’ve put all my clothes in the laundry Dad… Hope you don’t mind this.” She said, taking one glass from me.

“Mmm” was all I could manage. The tshirt was loose as ecpected and hung loose off her left shoulder, showing her bra strap.

“But what are you watching Dad?” she spoke putting her glass down on the table.

‘News!” she continued, “I don’t wanna be depressed listening to this… I’m changing the channel.”

She browsed through a few channels and settled on MTV India. It showed some Bollywood song with the heroine gyrating to the beat wearing a dress that was too short and too tight.

“And this is better than News.. how?” I asked.

“What’s wrong with this dad?” she turned to me.

“Oh Nothing… except for the dress being too small and tight for her, the lyrics being crass, the choreography being overtly sexual and the total irrelevance, I’m sure, of this song to the overall plot of the movie.”

“Oh Dad… these songs don’t have to make sense in those aspects for it to be entertaining. We can just enjoy it without analyzing it.” She said.

“Also, don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who think men are right in telling women what they should or should not wear.” She added.

“No… I’m not like that” I replied and added, “but don’t you think such fashion choices have to be made consciously… I mean look at this song…”

“Yeah… this just came out… The movie is called ‘Tu Jhooti Main Makkar’. But what about it?”

“Well… apparently the situation in this song is a Godh Bharai ritual… a baby shower right? Now look at what she is wearing… what’s her name?”

“Oh… Shraddha Kapoor”

“Ok… Look at what this Shraddha Kapoor is wearing. It is sort of like a saree… but the blouse looks like it belongs at a beach… like a swimwear… what is it called?”

“Bikini?’

“Yes… that!”

“Well Dad… what she’s wearing is called a bikini blouse. It is quite common in Bollywood films these days.” Aishu said.

“And that is the problem right there!” I continued my diatribe, “In real life, uber rich women may wear it to their fancy parties. I don’t think others wear it… particularly to a Godh bharai, where all the elders would be present. But now… even middle class young women are watching these songs and they start thinking it is okay to wear such stuff… at malls, movies and even at religious festivals. And that I think is stupid thing to do. Coz the uber rich have their safe SUVs, drivers and security guards. Middle class women wearing such stuff will attract perverts and sickos… and they don’t have the same kind of safety and security.”

“You feel strongly about this huh Dad?”

“I do… but I’m not against the clothes per se. I say ‘Dress for the occasion and the location’ you know… like to a beach, wear a bikini… but don’t wear bikini type outfits to the office or formal functions.”

I looked at her.

“Is that too conservative an opinion?” I asked.

“I guess not… sounds fair” she said. She picked up her glass.

“What shall we clink our glasses to this time?” I asked, picking up mine.

“Mmm… To wearing Bikinis at beaches.” She said laughing. I found myself laughing as well.

“Okay… to bikinis…. at beaches.” We clinked our glasses and drank from them.

We had gotten pretty drunk and it was getting late. But Aishu didn’t seem to be in a mood to wrap up.

Suddenly she stood up, picked up her phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker.

“Let’s dance Dad” she said and played party music.

I’ve never been one to dance and in my present state of drunkenness I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand upright. Also, my erection hadn’t subsided.

“No… No… spare me… and spare yourself the ordeal of watching me dance.” I told her.

“Not fair dad.” She said as she started swaying to the music.

Aishu was a trained dancer and so her movements were graceful and a treat to watch.

She swayed and swung around in perfect sync with the music. She downed the rest of her drink and kept the glass on the table. I mirrored her and did the same.

The particular section of the music was reaching a crescendo and Aishu’s movements were getting quicker. Then the beat dropped. She raised her hands up and danced, the effect of which was that the hem of the grey tshirt rose and the crotch of her pale blue panty came into view.

She danced without a care in the world and when she swung around, I saw her nice panty clad ass.

I was in mental conflict as I watched my daughter dance so sexy but I couldn’t help but be aroused and horny. She was a fine looking young women with great physical feautures, main among them being the curve of her hips that she got from her mom and which was on display at the moment.

“Hey… just a reminder… that you’re not wearing any shorts okay?” I said.

“Oh…” she said, and brought her arms down. But the mood was such that nothing could contain her enthusiasm.

“But it’s so much fun to dance dad… and it’s just me and you dad… I don’t care. I just wanna keep dancing.” She said and resumed dancing while raising her arms once again.

Though it was almost like torture having to watch such a hot young girl dance seductively, intentionally or not, and having to keep your distance since she is your daughter.

She swayed wildly and my eyes followed the movement of her panty clad crotch and ass.

“Come dance with me dad.” She called again.

“No way!” I replied.

“Well… if Mohammed doesn’t come to the mountain, the mountain shall be brought to Mohammed.” She said and came towards me.

“We’ll do seated dance.” She said as she placed her knees on either side of my legs and straddled me on the sofa.

“Whoo! Dance with me dad.” She shouted over the music and started gyrating on my lap, causing a bad situation to be worse.

It all happened so suddenly that I was in kind of a shock. I didn’t know what to do.

Aishu kept moving around on my lap in alcohol induced bliss and then the inevitable happened.

Her crotch rubbed on my engorged penis. The only saving grace, if it could be called that, was the three layers of cloth between… her panty, my lungi and my briefs.

She froze. Her face was turned upwards. There was no denying the fact that she knew I was hard. She probably could feel the warmth emanating from my crotch despite the layers of cloth. The moment stretched on painfully.

But then I became aware of a warmth on my crotch the source of which was above it.

Then, as if a stuck CD had suddenly started playing, she resumed her motion. Slower and more intentional now.

The warmth increased as her crotch rubbed on my hardness again.

I remained still as if I was chained to the sofa. Aishu moved her hips around on my lap in circles and the pressure of her crotch was moving my hard penis side to side.