My Daughter’s Horsy Ride

Carolyn stood in front of her full-length mirror looking at her semi-nude body. She was trying to decide whether or not she liked the new bra her mother had bought for her today. At this young age Carolyn had jumped right into a B cup bra, even though she had never worn a bra in her life. She had refused until this day to wear one. She was too much of a tomboy and the pink lacy bra that her mother had thrown at her this morning didn’t suit her normal style. The more she looked at it though, the more she grew to like it.

She turned sideways to look at the effect. The soft silky lace cupped her white breasts and the pattern made it look like there were fingers grasping her breasts from behind. The low cut of the bra barely covered her aureoles and she could see her nipples protruding through the thin silk… a lasting effect from when she had first pulled the cold silk over her sensitive nipples. She reached up and flicked one of them and gasped at the shivers that shot through her body. She giggled at her reaction and moved her hands lower to take stock of the matching panties.

Her hands drummed on her firm flat stomach as she turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder to see the effect the panties had from behind. The light pink panties were silk edged with lace and the bikini cut accentuated her perfect little ass. They were utterly feminine she thought as she turned towards the mirror. She ran her hands over the silk, loving the smooth feel of the fabric. Her hand reached lower and she pushed the silk between the lips of her pussy and rubbed the silk of the panties against the silky insides of her pussy. Her fingernail pushed through the silk and grazed her clit. Her eyes shot open in wonder. She had never played with her pussy enough to know that her clit could give her such sensations. She smiled at herself in the mirror and saw the wicked little gleam in her eye. She decided that she would save that information for later and see where it took her.

She turned away from the mirror to try on the skirt her mother had bought with the underwear. Her mom had marched into her room that morning and told her that it was time that she started acting like a girl. No more sweatshirts and dirty jeans. She was going to start wearing a bra and trying on skirts. Carolyn had first resisted the idea but when her mom had promised her that it was the only way that she would be treated as an adult she agreed. She wanted more than anything for everybody to quit treating her like she was 5 and her mom knew it and used it to get her daughter to put away her tomboy attitude.

Carolyn slipped on the skirt and the silk blouse that went with it and turned to her mirror once more to judge her appearance. The skirt came a little above her knee but it flared a bit so that if she bent over she might reveal a little too much. She would also have to learn to sit in the damn things, she thought to herself.

“Oh well,” she said to herself. “No time like the present to practice.” She ran downstairs to the living room and made her first attempt at a graceful landing on the chair. She didn’t succeed. Her wild plunk onto the Lazy-boy had flipped her skirt up so her panties were showing, and that just wouldn’t do she decided. She tried again and again and when she felt that she had finally mastered it she turned on the TV and was immediately sucked into the basketball game on the screen.

Mike Green walked into the living room and a startled grin spread across his face at the picture that sat before him. His daughter was all dressed up in a pretty skirt and if that wasn’t surprise enough his little tomboy had her legs spread wide open with one leg dangling over the arm of the Lazy-boy and the other hanging off the front. He had a clear view of his daughter’s new panties. He shook his head and chuckled at the scene. “If I were 20 years younger…” he said out loud.

Carolyn looked up and saw her dad in the doorway. “If you were 20 years younger what Dad?”

Thinking quick as he came around the sofa and sat down, he said, “If I were 20 years younger I would show these guys how to really play basketball.”

Carolyn rolled her eyes, “Yeah right Dad. I’ve seen you play. The only thing you would show these guys is how to limp off the court in grand style.” She burst into laughter as a pillow came flying at her face.

“Oh and you have a lot of room to talk do you Miss Care Bear? How do you plan on playing basketball in that pretty pink skirt?” Mike teased.

Carolyn suddenly remembered her attire and she sat straight up in her chair and pulled her legs and the skirt together, much to Mike’s dismay. She got a serious look on her face and said, “Dad we need to talk.