"Do you like my new skirt, daddy?"
He's sitting at his computer wearing just a towel and surfing the porn sites as I walk into his study and lean against the door-jamb looking at his broad muscular back.
"Very nice dear," he says as he turns round in his chair, then he sees what I'm wearing!
"Oh, my God, Sandy, you're surely not going out like that?"
I giggle and swivel round letting him look at my bottom. I know that my cheeks are peeking out from under the hem of my micro mini skirt, and I also know that he loves looking at sexy young girls in very short skirts.
"Don't be such an old prude, daddy," I laugh, "All the girls are wearing short skirts nowadays!"
"Yes, I know that darling, but bloody hell, I can see just about everything you've got!"
I walk towards him swaying my hips deliberately, my breasts are jiggling provocatively beneath the cut off vest top and the soft cotton is caressing my nipples, teasing them gently into arousal with every movement I make.
"You're exaggerating again daddy, you can't see anything at all, look I'm being a good girl today, I'm even wearing panties!"
As I stand in front of him, I reach down with both hands and lift what little there is of my skirt.
"See? All prim and proper daddy."
His eyes widen as he sees the tiny pink g-string pulled right up in between the lips of my pussy.
"Hardly prim and proper Sandy," he says in a voice that's suddenly gone rather hoarse. "You might as well not bother with them at all!"
"Okay daddy, if you say so."
Before he realises what I'm doing, I've pulled the g-string down to just below the hem of my skirt.
"Oh, look, daddy," I point to his computer screen where there's a picture of a young girl wearing a school skirt and posing just like me. She's got a finger in her mouth and she's looking rather surprised as she realises that her little white panties have slipped down almost to her knees!
"She's pretty isn't she daddy?"
He can't resist looking at the photograph like I knew he would and he nods in agreement.
"Yeah, she's all right I suppose."
"I can pose like her too, look daddy."
He turns round and says softly, "For Christ's sake Sandy, you shouldn't do that you know!"
I'm standing just like the girl in the picture, finger between my lips and the g-string just above my knees.
"Do you think I look sexy, daddy?"
"Aw baby," he can't take his eyes away from me, "You know you do sweetheart and that's half the bloody trouble."
"Why should there be any trouble daddy? I'm just asking if you think I look sexy, every girl likes to be told she's pretty you know."
There's a healthy looking bulge under his towel, which seems to be getting bigger and he sighs again as he shakes his head and returns to his computer.
Quickly, I slip out of the g-string and lean over his shoulder dangling the sexy little garment from my forefinger.
"There you are daddy," I whisper, "I've taken it off now, I think I'll go over to Candy's house and tease her daddy.”
"What?"
He turns round and looks at me.
"What do you mean, "Tease him?"
I giggle and hold the g-string up to my nose.
"Mmm, I love that aroma daddy, it makes me horny!"
Now the bulge is even bigger, it's beginning to make the towel look like a pyramid!
"Sandy," he growls, "What do you mean by "tease him?"
"Oh don't worry daddy," I giggle, "He isn't fucking me, - - - - yet."
"What do you mean Sandy, by "teasing him?" he repeats.
"I just flash my bottom at him, daddy, like Candy does, you should see her new skirt, it's a lot shorter than mine!"
"What do you mean, does Candy flash at her father?"
"Of course she does daddy, don't all girls?"
"No, I shouldn't think so Sandy, it's not right baby, not right at all!"
"Oh, all right then," I pout at him again, with my best hurt little girl look.
"You're not getting angry with me are you daddy?"
He smiles and takes my hand in his huge big paw.
"No of course not darling, I couldn't get angry with you if I tried!"
"So you still love me then daddy?"
"Of course I do sweetheart, you're my special little angel."
"Are you sure, daddy?"
I'm still doing my innocent little schoolgirl bit again, well it would be innocent if a sexy little g-string wasn't dangling from my finger!
"Yes darling," he smiles at me, "You know I love you."
"Prove it then daddy, prove that you love me."
"How?"
He looks distinctively uncomfortable as I straddle his legs and sit on his lap facing him.
"Don't ask how daddy, just promise that you'll do something for me."
I can feel the hardness of his cock beneath me, only the thickness of the towel separating us, I think that if I sit there long enough, he'll be able to feel the moisture from my cunt seeping through onto his cock!
"Please daddy," I touch my lips to his and wrap my arms around his neck.
"I'm not going to ask you to fuck me daddy, that wouldn't be right would it?"
His hands go round my back and rest lightly on the swellings of my bottom.
"No darling, it wouldn't, would it?"
I flick my tongue cheekily in between his teeth and grind myself down onto his erection.
"I love your aftershave daddy, it makes me feel all funny."
I kiss his neck and inhale his masculine odour, beneath me I feel his cock responding as I move myself slowly, almost imperceptibly along the shape of it.
"It makes my cunt wet daddy."
"Stop it, darling, you mustn't do that."
"All right daddy, but please will you do just this one little thing for me?"
"Okay you little minx," he laughs uncertainly. "What is it?"
I flick my tongue into his ear and push my breasts against his chest.
"Put my panties back on for me daddy."
"Oh Sandy," he raises his voice and I start to cry.
"See daddy, I knew you wouldn't do it, you don't really love me at all, you only said you did to please me!"
He pulls me to him as I wet his chest with my tears.
"Don't cry sweetheart, I do love you, you know I do, stand up darling and I'll do it for you."
Standing up and wiping away the crocodile tears, I hand him the sexy little garment.
"Thank you, daddy."
He sighs resignedly and kneels at my feet as I raise one foot off the floor for him.
"Sandy, you must promise never to tell anyone about this, you know."
"Don't be silly daddy, of course, I won't."
I step into the g-string with one foot and lift the other one to help him.
Between his legs, the towel is standing almost upright, his erection must be painful.
"Candy likes doing this for me daddy."
"What?"
"She likes helping me back into my panties daddy, after we've made love."
"You and Candy?" he looks amazed.
"Oh, I thought you'd know daddy."
"Know what?"
He's sliding the g-string up over my knees, I notice his towel starting to become unfastened, only the length of his cock, keeping it from dropping to the floor.
"About me and Candy, daddy, we're lovers, not gay, but bi-sexual, we like girls as well as boys."