“Really Lindsay? I was kinda looking forward to the free time by myself.”
“I’ll be you were,” she teased, and I knew she was referring to the night before. “…but I need your help to make this party special. Besides, I think you’ll enjoy this more than lying around by yourself jerking off.”
Trying to ignore the brashness of my daughter’s comment, I played along and replied “I don’t know. I’ve gotten pretty good at it through the years.”
She smiled at my joke, but made no reply other than to shoosh me off the couch and up the stairs to get ready. As I trudged up the stairs, she came up behind me and playfully slapped my butt.
“Let’s go, old man. I told everyone to be here about six o’clock,” she teased. “…and no jerking off in the shower either!”
I laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my time to make sure I was extra clean, smooth, and fresh. If I was going to have to spend time around the girls, then I wanted to make my best impression for Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might think I’m hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to know I still got it.
So forty-five minutes later, I presented myself to my daughter for inspection, with a quick apology for taking longer than she gave me.
“No problem,” she responded. “You did a good job!” she noted, giving me a quick head to toe.
“You’re looking pretty dolled up yourself,” I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner (which I find really sexy on most women), lipstick, and some other touches. She had also thrown on a very short schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edges of her hot pink bra peeking out in various locations around her chest and shoulders.
“Thanks daddy!” she said, cocking one leg back with an innocent little half twist.
When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to save face, I quipped “Headed to the Britney Spears comeback tour?”
“Ha ha! You’re showing your age again, dad.”
Ouch. That was a low blow.
“It’s part of my surprise,” she explained. “I asked all the girls to put on something extra sexy tonight.”
“What!?” I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to be hanging around if that’s what you guys are planning on wearing.” I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the visions my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could feel my cock start to react a little.
“You promised to help,” she reminded me. “Besides, wouldn’t you like to see Kristy in something sexy?”
“That’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think? I’m more than twice her age, Kristy is your best friend, and I’m marr…” but she didn’t let me finish.
“I heard you last night, dad,” she said simply with wicked grin. She was grinning at me a lot lately.
“I think maybe you misunderstood somethi…” I tried to explain in a panic.
“You were saying both Kristy’s and Amy’s names last night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five minutes watching you.” Then she added with a wink, “You’re a dirty, dirty man, daddy”
My mind was trying to cope with two different revelations at that moment. One – that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter’s friends while masturbating, and two – that my daughter had not only walked in on me the night before, but had stood there watching me until I had finished and opened my eyes to see her standing there.
I just stood there, wanting to say something, but thinking of nothing to say. This was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my daughter. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed amused watching me process all of this.
“Don’t worry dad. I won’t tell my friends or mom. They’re your fantasies. Enjoy them!”
I stared at her speechless.
“Besides, why do you think I told them to dress up tonight when I knew mom would be away?” she asked.
“And they agreed to dress up like that?” I asked back incredulously.
“Well, they don’t know it’s for you, but yeah. They agreed to it.”
My mind was finally starting to wrap around the reality of what was happening, and I could feel my cock start to swell again. I was actually going to have these young girls running around my house in sexy outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My mind kept going back and forth between excitement and guilt. Trying one last time to maintain at least some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to make my counter-argument.
“Forget it dad,” Lindsay interrupted. “I know you’re trying to be “appropriate” and all, but the girls are already on their way over and I’m holding you to your promise to help tonight.” Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared straight at the bulge in my pants, causing it to swell a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard.
“Besides,” she continued, still staring at my crotch. “I think you like the idea.” She looked up again. “Now let’s get set up. Kristy called while you were in the shower and they’re on their way.” Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to lead me down to the basement family room where the girls would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but check her little outfit and wonder just how far she would have to bend over for me to get a peek…
When we walked into the family room, I saw Lindsay had already set up some things in preparation. The back of our family room has a small squared out room/entryway area that provided outside access to the basement family room. Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the small area from the rest of the large room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our family sleeping bags thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide more lounging/sleeping area.
“Looks like you’ve got it pretty much taken care of down here. What’s up with the blanket hanging in the back?” I asked.
“That’s where I’ll need your help,” she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, “Not yet. Let’s wait till everyone gets here first. I want to make sure no one is going to chicken out.”
“Chicken out? What are you planning Lindsay?”
“You’ll see.” And with that, the doorbell rang.
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Also in this series:
- The Anonymous & The Curious - Chap 1B
- The Anonymous & The Curious - Chap 2A
- The Anonymous & The Curious - Chap 2B
- The Anonymous & The Curious - Chap 2C
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