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Summary: Special Daddy-daughter alone time ends up very special.

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Daddy Daughter Date Days

Jill was devastated by the sudden and unexpected passing of her father. He had lived on the east coast and Jill’s immediate family on the west coast, so she hadn’t seen him since Christmas… six months ago. They had made plans to fly over and visit him this summer, but alas, he died just two weeks before their scheduled visit. So as it happened, they arrived as originally scheduled, but to attend his funeral… hardly the pleasurable visit they’d been anticipating.

Even after they returned home afterwards, Jill was still devastated, and she therefore resolved to make sure her husband Dan and their only daughter Chelsea reconnected. She also arranged for her recently widowed mother to move nearby, so she wouldn’t lose touch with her ever again.

While Chelsea had been a major daddy’s girl when she was young, she was now eighteen, a senior in high school dating a college boy, and thus was now so thoroughly grown up that she wanted to spend as little time as possible with either of her ‘ancient’ parents (who were in their early forties). And Chelsea made it clear that besides, her mother was always wrong about everything, and her dad was way too old-fashioned… as evidenced by his being unhappy with her dating a college boy,

For his part, Dan had started his own business after years of working construction for other bosses, while constantly complaining about how inept they were. The good news was that his business became instantly successful, because of his well-earned reputation as a hard worker and a creative builder. The bad news was that as a result, he now worked ten or twelve hours a day during the week, plus usually working part- or even full-time on Saturdays.

Jill had immediately put her foot down about his working Sundays, although he still had to deal with blueprints and other aspects of his business on the Lord’s Day. But at least he was home!

Chelsea was also super busy with school. She was a blonde bombshell with a perfect cheerleader-gymnast body (5’4″, 120 pounds, 32c tits; unlike her mother who was slightly taller, slighter heavier, and had massive 38D tits). She excelled in both sports (yes, cheerleading is a sport… anyone who says differently has never even witnessed the physical regime it takes to excel in the Cirque du Soleil-like tumbling routines it incorporates these days). She also maintained high grades, and was being offered triple-threat scholarships for her cheerleading, her gymnastics and her academics), was dating her college boyfriend, was volunteering at an old folks home (which had begun as a resumé builder, but had soon become something she really enjoyed doing, and which had even piqued her interest in nursing as a career), and of course she loved spending time with her friends. Thus, spending time with her parents, who as has been said were respectively wrongheaded and old-fashioned, couldn’t possibly fit into her busy schedule.

Yet the death of her grandfather had come as a shock to Chelsea too, so when her mother suggested a weekly dad and daughter date day, she got the point and agreed. She had always idolized her father when she was younger (all the way until when he had ridiculously attempted to stop her from dating Cody, her college boyfriend)… all her friends drooled over her dad, and teased her about how they would fuck him in a New York minute if given the chance… and she knew Beth and Jenny weren’t just saying that, they both actually would if the opportunity arose (like her, they both liked their men older… but her dad would be really angry if he discovered she had already fucked two men his own age).

Chelsea had discovered by accident a few months ago, while using her father’s laptop for some research, that he had a thing for girls in pantyhose. She had found a large stash of online porn videos he had squirreled away, and pretty much all of them featured girls in nylons. This shouldn’t have surprised her… as her mom wore nylons pretty much every day… but it had. Not the nylons so much, but learning that her dad was such a major pervert. Yet her discoveries also, much to her surprise, turned her on a bit, as she wondered if her father ever perved out about her, since she too often wore nylons (not every day, but a couple days a week, as she had discovered early on the power of nylons over both men and women… especially older men).

Chelsea liked them so much that she insisted, as head cheerleader in her senior year, to have the entire cheerleading squad wear them with their outfits. There was a brief protest from a couple of her peers, but they were shot down once Chelsea gave them a look: one casino oyna of a few showstoppers she had in her repertoire. This one portrayed loud and clear: are you actually questioning me? (She also had a seductive look in her arsenal that made both boys and girls melt, and a pouty one that got her out of trouble in almost every situation… except with her mother, who also had at her disposal a similar arsenal of irresistible looks.)

So unknowingly, Jill was setting up her husband for the most temptation-laden series of experiences in his life… a series that over time would revolutionize their family’s dynamics.

Weekly Date 1… A Picnic

Jill put together a huge feast for the first daughter-dad Date Day, and she sent them off for a picnic at the beach (all of it her own idea).

It was a crazy hot day, and Chelsea ended up sitting on a towel eating her lunch, while wearing a bikini that showcased every asset of her body: her legs, her ass, her tits, her tan, and her athletically toned body.

Dan was also dressed to the effect of unknowingly showcasing his assets in just a pair of shorts, his shirt having come off when it began sticking to his body: his chiseled chest, and his well-defined arms. (He didn’t work out, but being a hands-on building contractor, he hardly needed to.)

Dan couldn’t help but notice that his little girl had become a woman.

Chelsea couldn’t help but admire her dad’s body. He’s not aging decrepitly like I’d thought, he’s strikingly mature-looking.

They chatted about a variety of topics, including: the importance of them both giving plenty of attention and time to Jill (who still wasn’t taking her father’s death well), agreeing they should hold a special family night for all three of them at least once a month, Chelsea’s fall college possibilities (she had a dozen schools offering full-ride scholarships she needed to choose between), plus many trivial subjects, including why Dan should pay for an online subscription to Disney Plus for their family… to which he agreed.

It was a most pleasant day, with each of them returning happy they had shared it with each other.

Weekly Date 2… Dress Shopping

“Seriously?” Dan asked.

“Why not?” Jill asked back.

“Because I have no idea what a suitable prom dress these days would even look like,” Dan pointed out the obvious.

“Tell you what,” Jill said, trying to avoid going herself, as she didn’t want to get into numerous arguments with her daughter. She was feeling a bit gun shy, since that had happened consistently during the last few times they had gone shopping together. “You go with her, and see how it goes. Then if after an hour or two you feel a weekend with my mother would be more fun, then text me and I’ll come save you.”

“Fine,” Dan said, trying to use the term in the way it was typically used against him… to express he’d do it, but he wasn’t overly pleased about it.

“It’ll be fun,” Jill said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Sure it will. You owe me,” Dan said.

“I could use a little sausage action tonight,” Jill smiled.

They hadn’t had any sex since learning Jill’s father had passed, so Dan’s eyes went wide. “Really?! How about right now?”

“Nope. First you need to fulfill your task,” she said, before adding as she squeezed his cock through his pants, “but after you do, maybe I’ll even let you have some backdoor action. “

“Oh fuck,” Dan groaned, rather overwhelmed; both because the only hand touching his cock for the past two months had been his own, and backdoor action was usually reserved only for very special occasions like a birthday, anniversary or when she was really drunk.

Chelsea was walking around the corner into the kitchen, but she stopped just in time, as she heard her mother shock the shit out of her.

“Get your daughter the prom dress she wants, and you can pound my ass tonight,” her mother was saying, rubbing her father’s cock for a moment. Chelsea saw, almost interrupting them.

Chelsea thought about saying something and embarrassing the shit out of her mother, she certainly would have done so a couple months ago. Yet these days she was trying hard to be nice, so she resisted, and instead she backed herself out of sight, and eavesdropped instead.

“Consider it done,” Dan said, his cock raging.

“Consider what done?” Chelsea asked, thinking this an opportune time to walk into the kitchen.

“I’m taking you shopping for your prom dress,” Dan rallied and said.

“That’s what we’re doing for our dad and daughter date today?” Chelsea asked, even though she had clearly heard that it was.

“Well, that and ice cream,” Dan said.

“What am I, six?”

“First, no one is ever too old to go for ice cream,” Dan said. “And second, stop pretending you don’t want to go for ice cream.”

“Well, after hours of shopping, slot oyna I’ll likely need a treat,” Chelsea smiled, actually loving ice cream, and recalling fondly how her dad had always taken her out for ice cream to cheer her up or to celebrate something, back when she was younger.

“Hours?” Dan gasped.

“Actually, we should get going right away,” Chelsea said. “The five hours we still have today may not even be enough time. I’ll go change, and we can take off.”

“Five hours?” Dan gulped, as Chelsea hurried off to her room.

“Have fun,” Jill laughed all sing-song, knowing Dan was in for an excruciating experience (kind of like hers the first time she let Dan fuck her ass… at least until she got used to it, and was soon ending up coming without even having her pussy touched). Truth was, Dan had been amazing to her during her emotional breakdown, and he deserved a good fucking… shit, she deserved a good fucking, too.

Chelsea climbed out of her jeans and into a sundress, and she put on beige pantyhose for two reasons. One: because beige pantyhose went with almost any dress and she planned to wear pantyhose to prom; two: because she wanted to see how her dad reacted as she sauntered around, posing teasingly for him in pantyhose.

She came downstairs and Dan noticed she was in nylons. He asked, “A little dressed up for dress shopping, no?”

“No,” Chelsea explained. “I’ll need to see what the dresses look like with pantyhose.”

“Well, of course,” Dan said, actually admitting that was a great thought. He loved pantyhose, and he’d indeed noticed his daughter had started wearing them more often this year… especially in her cheerleading outfit… he was hoping this was a sign that pantyhose were making a comeback, as they were recently as tough to find as a needle in a haystack.

“Let’s go, Daddy,” she said, using the term ‘Daddy’ instead of ‘Dad’ for the first time in years… although she had no idea why.

“I can’t wait,” Dan said, shaking his head, even as he couldn’t help but glance at his daughter’s legs in shiny pantyhose. It was going to be a long day.

The next three hours felt like a whirlwind for both of them. For Chelsea, since she tried on over thirty dresses and had winnowed them down to three. She also enjoyed, way more than a considerate daughter should, making his father suffer. First, by making him hold her purse; a task considered by many to be far from manly. Second, by asking his opinion on each and every dress, knowing full well he felt inadequate to offer them; the sedate dresses because he was unfamiliar with current styles, and the racy ones because he didn’t think he should be looking at his daughter that way. Third, by knowing she was teasing him relentlessly by walking around on the soft carpet with her nylon-clad feet… she didn’t know why, but seeing her dad checking out her legs and feet all day, which should have dismayed her, instead turned her on.

Dan, from his viewpoint, had suffered a raging hard-on for the three hours straight… actually longer, since it hadn’t gone down since the moment his wife had promised to let him ass fuck her later on. Yet seeing his daughter wearing his favorite colour of nylons (something his wife had only worn once in the past two months, for the funeral), walking around without heels so he could admire her beautiful red-painted toenails glistening through the sheer nylon had him wallowing in an eroticized mess.

Dan in part blamed his horniness on his wife’s promise, his lengthy drought, and his uncontrollable fetish for nylons, especially nylon-clad feet and toes, but mainly he was completely turned on by his daughter. The three hours flew by, but also seemed like forever (flew by because he enjoyed seeing his daughter in all those sexy dresses and pantyhose, and forever because his cock was begging for attention).

In the end Chelsea chose a beautiful red gown, with which the beige nylons worked perfectly.

They went out for ice cream, Chelsea giddy with excitement at finding the perfect dress, and from her enjoyment of teasing her father so relentlessly… even more fun than teasing her teacher Mr. Russo, who obviously wanted to fuck her, and another teacher Mrs. Walker, who was definitely a lesbian… even if she didn’t know it yet.

Dan was thrilled his daughter was so happy… she had looked radiant in the red dress, no longer looking like his little girl, but a grown woman. A very hot and sexy grown woman! Yet at the ice cream shop she returned to her sweet girlish side, although still looking sexy in nylons, as he glanced more than once down at her sheer legs, which were keeping his dick hard.

That night Jill kept her word, and after giving her an orgasm orally, the way she came the best (oddly she came only from oral or anal, never from vaginal), he pounded her asshole, and as he pulled out and was about to erupt all over her face (she didn’t canlı casino siteleri like the aftermath of cum in her ass), it was his sexy daughter who popped into his head to send him over the top.

As he lay in bed, having experienced the best sex he’d had in a long time, he wondered if it was because it had been so long, or because he’d been so completely turned on by his daughter all day.

Weekly Date 3… A Museum

Chelsea suggested the museum because she had to do some research for a History paper, and she knew her dad loved museums. She of course wore a fun sundress and nylons, with open-toed heels and freshly-coated pink toenails, that matched her sundress.

It was a fun day, with Dan adjusting himself slyly on a few occasions as he continued being unable to resist staring at his daughter’s nylon-clad legs, and as he was driven nuts, as she dangled her heel from her foot throughout their time having ice cream sundaes.

Weekly Date 4… Broadway

Chelsea realized, after thinking of her father the last three times she had fucked her boyfriend, and every time she pleasured herself, and even the two times nerd Eleanor had gone down on her in the locker room, that she had developed a crush on her father.

Not just a crush… no… she actually wanted to fuck her father. So she resolved to amp up her game while they attended the Broadway play Chicago.

She of course wore a dress, a gorgeous gold one she had bought (well, that she had selected and her parents had bought) a couple months ago for a wedding, and instead of pantyhose, a brand new pair of mocha-coloured thigh highs. It was a style she had never worn before, or had even known existed before sneaking back onto her dad’s computer while her parents were spending a bridge night with friends, and she had the leisure to go through her dad’s porn with more focus. She discovered a lot of interesting things about her dad, including:

-that he had a thing for nylon-clad foot jobs (or even just for nylon feet rubbing through a pair of pants until the guy came)… often where the guy was humiliated by getting off from his mom or sister (which made her wonder if he had ever seriously considered incest… she knew he got hard from looking at her legs in nylons, but that didn’t mean he’d be into incest with actual touching… yet these videos and other things she found in his computer hinted that he was indeed).

-that her dad had a thing for younger girls, as the majority of the videos were of younger girls (of legal age of course), always wearing nylons of some sort.

-that her dad had a thing for lesbian hypnosis videos, where a college girl would use her nylon-clad feet to hypnotize her oblivious male or female professor (the vids were really fucking hot, and she imagined herself doing that very pleasurably to Mrs. Walker).

-that her dad also read a lot of erotica, and although it ranged widely in its theme and plot… there were quite a few incest stories included (mostly mom and son, or dad and daughter… not enough to convince her he was thinking of fucking her like she was him, but enough to make the possibility likely.

It was while they were at a fancy restaurant before the play (you can’t get all dressed up and go to the Los Angeles version of Broadway (which was scattered all over town), and not first go to a vastly overpriced restaurant for ridiculously small portions, that soon led to overpaying for tiny snacks during the intermission of whatever production), that Chelsea began her sly seduction. She asked, “Looking forward to two hours of watching leggy women in sexy pantyhose?”

“Pardon?” Dan asked, hearing the question but completely taken aback by it.

“I know you have a nylon fetish,” she smiled meaningfully.

“I don’t,” he denied, not at all believably, having admired his daughter’s nylon-clad feet ever so briefly before they left the house, as he was rock hard from seeing her look so amazing in a gold dress and mocha nylons.

“It’s okay,” Chelsea smiled warmly, the same way she did when flirting with a boy. “That’s why I picked this play to see with you.”

“Because the girls wear nylons?” Dan asked, already confused by the conversation.

“I’ll go to any musical,” Chelsea said, loving them ever since she’d seen Rent while visiting New York, “but I figured this would be the only way to get you to go see one with me.”

“Well, this is my first musical with or without nylons,” Dan nodded, having avoided them at all costs his whole life. He then added, “But I’ll do anything for you.”

“Be careful what you promise, Daddy,” Chelsea warned, using the term Daddy for the first time since she couldn’t even remember when, “‘anything’ can be a dangerous choice of words.”

Dan laughed, as he couldn’t help but imagine the things he’d like to do with her that she couldn’t conceivably imagine doing with him, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“For example,” she said, feeling brazen, yet not ready to overtly go over the top, “I don’t wear heels too often, and my feet are already killing me.”

“I don’t either,” Dan joked.

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