My Daughter’s Field Trip

“Well how about THIS one?” Shae held the pink t-shirt up to her chest. I studied the thin fabric, comparing it to the green one with the open shoulders. It was an overshirt, just a little too thin to cover up what was beneath it. Both shirts were pretty revealing, but that seemed to be all that department stores would stock for teenage girls these days. I wasn’t complaining. “Does it go with the skirt?” my daughter asked. “Or does the green one go better?” “Honey, you know you’re asking the wrong person-” “PICK!” she commanded. I surrendered with a meek gesture toward the pink one, and she nodded to herself knowingly. “Thought so.” The green shirt went back on the rack. The pink one went on my arm, the latest layer of the growing mountain of clothing my beautiful daughter was picking out for herself. I pondered which of my credit cards would be able to bear the burden of the growing mound of designer garments – the Silver maybe. No wait, Shae had maxed it out on the online Victoria’s Secret Pink store. It would have to be the Commandant again. The gold card’s magnetic strip was almost worn away from its constant use in my daughter’s endless quest for more clothes. I thought I could hear it creaking already as it rattled through the card reader, but it was just my arms, creaking under the weight of all the short skirts and dresses. “Honey, this is a bit much.” I protested. “I can barely stand.” Shae squinted her eyes and surveyed me imperiously from her four-and-a-half-foot height, my head almost hidden behind a mountain of fabric. “Hmm, I guess it might be hard to carry.

Ok Daddy you can wait here. I’ll look at the rest of the tops.” I groaned and sank gratefully onto the nearby bench. Hopefully she’d come back with less than a dozen this time. Pushing the clothes into a heap next to me, I watched Shae skip cheerfully between the clothing racks. It was still early, but my feet welcomed the break after the market and the long stroll along the boardwalk. I didn’t really mind. Saturdays were our day together: Daddy-daughter day, as she insisted on calling it. Expensive, but I could afford it, and worth every penny for the time I could spend with my lovely daughter , unfettered by the demanding job that kept me occupied the rest of the week. Really, all Shae had to do if she wanted something was flip back her golden hair and bat her eyelashes and her Daddy would buy her the moon. I was a sucker. A happy one. The upscale store was tidy, with tasteful decor, but there weren’t many shoppers around. A bored girl with a slack expression chomped gum at the jewelry counter at the far end of the department, ignoring all customers with equal disdain. Leaning back on the hard plastic, arm resting on the pile of clothes, I took in the scattered shoppers: women, girls, mothers and their daughters browsing the store listlessly, some fixing me with a bemused expression when they came near.

I worked up a friendly smile for a woman pushing a stroller down my lane, trying to assure her that, no, I wasn’t a pervert, and yes, I DID belong in the teen’s clothing department. It must have come out ghastly because she turned a corner hurriedly and disappeared. I sighed. It wasn’t my fault the only seats were here in the teen’s section. Damn uncomfortable seats too. I shifted my back on the plastic, trying to find the least painful position. Shae had vanished at the far end of the swimsuits and was nowhere to be seen. The fluorescent lights droned together in a low buzz. I leaned against the heap of clothing under my arm, listening to the murmur of the light bustle of the store, idly fingering the silky cloth between my fingers. Hard on the wallet, but easy on the mind. I couldn’t wait to see Shae try these on for me. Is this skirt ok Daddy? How does it look with this belt? I was her muse, her sounding board for a world of fashion I knew nothing about, enjoying the ride as my daughter stripped naked in front of me and trialled each new shirt, each pair of panties, posing in a long succession of increasingly skimpy outfits to see which met with her Daddy’s approval. I always tried to last as long as I could, giving honest feedback right up to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore and bent her over so I could stuff my cock into her pretty tight pussy.

The familiar sunny smile dawned on her face when she saw me, framed by adorable dimples. Love sparkled in the blue depths of her eyes, the breathtaking blend of affection and excitement I knew so well. It sent a shiver up my chest. She raised her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her budding chest of smooth skin and the pair of tender bumps where her growing breasts were just beginning to swell. My cock bulged with a hungry vigor, pointing up at her. Smiling dreamily at me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and straddled my lap, laughing in wordless joy as she rose up and positioned her Daddy’s pulsing shaft at the head of the moist slit that gaped between her legs. Slowly, her slippery folds spread open around the rigid bulb, cupping the rim of her Daddy’s cock in a hungry embrace as I pushed inside her.

“Mr Watts?” My knee rapped against the side of the bench and exploded in pain as I jerked awake. A girl was smiling cheerfully down at me. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, the intoxicating silhouette of my daughter fading away. This girl was taller, her dark hair braided and topped with a fashionable hat. The short nose accented her wide grin so that she looked like a chipmunk. I knew her. “Hi Claire.” I stretched my leg tentatively, feeling the threads of pain spidering out from my kneecap. “Out shopping for new clothes today?” “Yeah! Mom told me I could get whatever I want for my birthday today. WHATEVER I want.” “Within reason”, her mother chirped beside her. Amy was a living example of the sort of effortless beauty one rarely sees outside of fashion magazines.

An elegant green dress wrapped her flawless body in a tantalizing spiral from the long legs up to the pair of high, luscious tits. In danger of staring, I forced my eyes higher, up the graceful neck to the captivating smile beaming from a face sculpted of equal parts beauty and elegance. She must have had her hair done: silky black ringlets spilled over her shoulders, bouncing merrily, and silver earrings flashed from the depths. My mouth opened and closed like a fish, useless, as I struggled against my drowsy stupor. If Claire’s mother had noticed the bulge in my pants, she was too polite to say anything. “Shae abandoned you here, didn’t she?” Amy chuckled. Even her laughter was disarming. She swept a critical eye over the parcels at my feet and the stack of dresses under my arm. “I hear the store sweeps up all the leftover husbands and fathers at the end of the day and puts them in a home.” “No fear of that. I’ll probably be a mummified corpse by the time she gets back.” “Easier to make off with your wallet then,” Amy quipped. “Maybe, but how would she get a ride home?” We laughed together. Amy was a peach, almost as good a friend to Shae as her daughter. “Come on Mom!” Claire huffed. “I want to look at the swimsuits.” Shae emerged from the clothing racks like an explorer returning from the deep jungle, with 3 more dresses folded over her arm.

“Hi Mrs. Fontaine! Hi Claire!” She dashed over to greet her friend without waiting for a response from Amy, the girls bubbling with excitement as they compared their prizes. “Look at this skirt!” Shae swished the purple garment eagerly in the air, making the pleats rustle. “It’s perfect. You should get one too!” “I might. Hey let me see that shirt!” Claire snatched it off my daughter’s arm and flapped it out to its full length. “This is so great! Where did you get this? I want one too!” She held up the frilly blouse, admiring the girlish ruffles along the neckline and down the row of buttons in the front. “I didn’t know they carried stuff like this. Check it out!” Claire held the shirt up to Shae’s chest, admiring the thin white fabric. “Wow, this’ll be so cool in summer.” She stepped behind Shae and held the blouse up to my daughter’s shoulders for demonstration. “Hey Mr. Watts. Wouldn’t Shae look good in this?” I nodded, lascivious thoughts already crawling through my head. It was thin enough to see through. Shae would probably wear it open in the front as she lounged by the pool, listening to music. I could see it already. The firm sensation in my pants thickened to concrete, and I tried not to wince. “When I was a girl, I would have loved to be able to afford all those clothes,” Amy mused, watching Shae hold up a dress to show her friend. “Dad only let me get one thing a month – we really couldn’t afford any more.” “When it comes to Shae,” I confessed sheepishly, “what Daddy’s daughter wants, she tends to get. Luckily I have the credit cards to handle it. “Mmmhmm, that’s how it goes,” agreed Amy. “Lucky kids. Claire is the same way with her Dad. They’re inseparable sometimes. I had to veto Joe from coming or he would have bought Claire the entire store. Whenever he picks her up from school she usually insists that he take her shopping. They stay out for hours. Oh that reminds me: did you sign the slip for the girl’s field trip?” “Yes. I’ll be going as one of the chaperones.” Her eyes shone with amusement. “Reeeeeally. Now somehow I didn’t picture you as someone who would enjoy herding a bunch of schoolgirls around a zoo.

I volunteered for one of those once, then decided to never do it again.” “Well I’m mostly going for Shae,” I laughed. “Oh good. Joe’s going too, for Claire, so at least there will be a couple of men there that know how to handle a busful of screaming teenage girls.” I grinned innocently. “Anyway,” she continued, “would you do me a favor and keep an eye on Claire too? She can be, well, a real handful sometimes.” “Of course. Don’t worry about a thing,” I assured her. Shae’s animated conversation with Claire was spilling over. “I don’t really like this store much,” Claire groused. “They always have the stupidest shirts, like these.” She slid the thin tops disdainfully along the rack. “This is the bargain rack dummy! Here, I’ll show you where the good ones are.” Shae moved off with her friend. I trailed behind the girlish chatter at a polite distance, stepping carefully to hide my bulge and talking with Amy, clothing slung over my arms like a servant. Shopping wasn’t really my thing – I would have preferred to relax and watch the ballgame instead, but there was no way I’d ever disappointment my daughter on her favorite day of the week. Work claimed me the rest of the time and I had to push back a lot just to get a dedicated day off, but it was true what I said: when it came to Shae, Daddy’s Sexy Girl always got what she wanted.

“Oh these are so cute. I like the little ruffles. You think they’ll fit?” Shae held up a matching bra and panty set. I mumbled something approving, glancing around nervously at the rows of girlish underwear. Rack after rack of skimpy underclothes stared back at me in the quiet store: panties, bras, shifts in cotton and silk and every kind of inviting color, teddies, camisoles, sleepwear, and not a few pieces of translucent lingerie in all sizes, some of which had found their way onto the stack on my daughter’s arm. They’d all look good on her. They’d all look good coming off her. A bored salesgirl was stocking a table nearby, ignoring us, and I prayed she hadn’t noticed the erection bulging in the pants of the grown man next to the girl’s dressing room. If Shae held up one more tiny bikini top and asked if it would make her chest look good I was going to blow a gasket. “Ok I’m going to try these on. Wait here Daddy.” Shae bounced on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek, grinning from ear to ear, then pulled the pile of clothing off my arm. There was almost nothing she liked more than trying on new clothes.

Usually we ordered online, able to find the sexier things in smaller sizes that Shae liked, but sometimes she liked to raid department stores too. This way she could try them on first. “I’ll be right back.” She walked a few steps into the corridor and then whirled around, stabbing her finger at me. “And no peeking!” I stared at her incredulously and Shae giggled before disappearing. My cock had been rock-hard all morning, aching to slide into my daughter’s cunt. Shae lived to tease me, always trying to coax a subtle reaction from her Daddy whenever we were in public. Leaning against my arm with a loose shirt, brushing her hand against my crotch and making it seem like an accident, or just bending over to look at something, giving me a little peep under her short skirt. My daughter could reduce me to an aching, panting wreck with just a few seemingly innocent slips, and she knew it. It was a game for her, to see how horny she could get her Daddy before I gave in. Sometimes I was able to make it home, slamming the door behind us before sweeping my daughter off her feet, carrying her to bed as she laughed, but other times… I hovered near a table stacked high with shorts, trying to hide my erection and look inconspicuous. The stocking girl had moved off. No benches here, dammit. And why was the damn store so hot? My cock rubbed painfully against the fabric of my jeans, demanding release, hungering mindlessly for the slippery tunnel of my daughter’s wet pussy.

Maybe we could skip lunch and go straight to the movie after this, somewhere dark, with isolated seats in the back where her soft fingers could be put to good use. I leaned back against the wall and rested my head, frustrated. “Hey Daddy?” I almost didn’t hear her at first. “Daddy!” I walked over to the open hallway. “What is it sweetie?” “Can you come in here Daddy? This zipper is stuck.” Fuck. Sweat trickled down my neck as I looked around. There didn’t seem to be any cameras nearby. I peeked into the hall of the dressing rooms and didn’t see any there either. Hesitantly, I tiptoed inside The dressing rooms were lavish, with warm lighting and dividers of faux-wood. A faint floral scent hung in the clean hallway. Swinging doors inset with closely-spaced slats of tilted wood hid the interiors, with a half-foot of open space beneath them. I angled my head as I tiptoed along the carpet, trying to see if there were any feet visible under the doors. Nothing. It was quiet. “In here Daddy.” I followed Shae’s voice and pushed open the door at the end of the hall, where I found her in the little yellow summer dress she had picked. Her arm was arched awkwardly over her shoulder, fingering the zipper in the back. God she was lovely, with perfect legs turned peach from her summer tan and a slender body hugged tightly by the yellow cloth. The dress was simple, with spaghetti straps and a short skirt rimmed with light embroidery that was accented by the loose ribbon tie on the back, but it was perfectly cut to hug her around the stomach and emphasize the curve of her hips. Her raised arms had pulled the skirt up over her rump, giving a nice view of her tight little asscheeks. Shae dropped her arms after a few moments, pretending she wasn’t giving me time to get a good eyeful. “It’s pretty nice isn’t it? I like how it fits.” “It’s gorgeous, baby .” I wasn’t kidding. The contours of my daughter’s slender body coaxed a fresh surge of hot blood into my cock, making it roil under the tent of my jeans like magma under the surface of a volcano. I sidestepped and shifted things to try to redirect it down my legs. Smiling knowingly, Shae turned around to give me a view of the front, then twirled gracefully, skirt flaring out wide. “It’s light too. I really like it. Can you help me with the zipper?” She turned around again and pointed at the back of her neck.

I gripped the white nub between my fingers and pulled it down. The dress parted in a vertical line, tiny plastic teeth dividing with barely a whisper, revealing the creamy flesh of my daughter’s bare back. “Ah that’s better.” Shae turned around and rolled her shoulders to loosen the straps. I knew that mischievous smile. “The zipper wasn’t really stuck was it?” Shae rolled her eyes at me and then pulled the dress up over her head, showing the full glory of her naked body – rounded hips and a trim tummy, a tiny slit peeping from the pink puffy lips between her legs, smooth stomach stretching up to a chest just to the buds with the tiny mounds of her breasts. My daughter had always been irresistible, a sexy nymph of perfect proportions that I had enjoyed every part of since I first introduced her to sex . “Ok, it wasn’t stuck.” She smoothed out the dress and hung it on the hangar. “But I NEED your opinion on something.” I sat on the big fuzzy bench that ran along the wall of the dressing room, desperately trying to buy some space for my tortured prick. It jerked eagerly on its own in my pants, a coiling viper ready to spit, as I watched my naked daughter take a blue dress from one of the pegs. I hadn’t heard anyone in the other booths, and there were no cameras in the girl’s dressing room. It seemed like we were alone. “Ok so you saw the yellow one. Now tell me if I should get that one or this blue one.”

She pulled the bright blue dress down over her head and then smoothed it in place, flapping the skirt out to its full length. It was a brilliant color, eye-catching without being gaudy, looser than the yellow one, hanging around her hips instead of hugging. The skirt was a double section, the first seam around her stomach and the cloth flaring out past the second seam around her thighs, ending with stitched pattern of vibrant shapes around the fringe that vaguely suggested a latin american flavor. Shae grabbed the hem with both hands and swirled it back and forth, wiggling her hips and teasing me with a smile. “Well? Blue or yellow?” My cock was a throbbing pain in my jeans, straining against the fabric until I thought the seams would burst. “I can’t decide, baby ,” I panted. She rolled her eyes and gave a long-suffering sigh. “Jeez, you’re useless sometimes Daddy. But it’s ok, I know how we can fix this.” The coy look smoldering in her eyes belied the giggle as my daughter brushed her fingers over the swelling bulge of my crotch and reached for the zipper, pulling it down with a teasing wink and then fishing inside. Aching flesh snapped out like a spring released from tension. “Mmmmmmmmmm” Shae slipped her fingers around the taut shaft, absently licking her lips as she felt the velvet iron of her Daddy’s excitement thrumming under her fingertips. I curled my fingers into the fabric of the bench, trying not to groan as my teasing daughter rubbed a bead of precum in a circle around the head of my cock.