My dad and I are incredibly close. With my mom leaving when I was young and the tension between my stepmom and me, he’s been my rock. I’ve never had a boyfriend, so it’s always been just the two of us; he’s the only man in my life. Today, we went shopping, and as we passed by the women’s underwear section, my dad stopped and asked me if I was interested in anything. I looked around and picked up a regular panty, as I always do. My dad then pointed to the thongs and said, “Aren’t you interested in trying these instead?”
I had never worn a thong before, but something about the way he suggested it made me curious. I decided to buy a few, along with some tights, and my dad paid for them without hesitation. When we got home, my dad asked me to try on what we just bought and do a little fashion show for him in the living room. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I headed to my room to change. I slipped on the thong, and at first, it felt weird; the thin strip of fabric was unusual against my skin, and I could feel the cool air between my ass cheeks.
A few minutes later, I emerged from my room wearing the thong, a matching bra, and the tights. My face flushed red. My dad’s reaction was immediate; his eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at me, taking in every detail. He stammered, “You look amazing,” his voice barely above a whisper. I could feel his gaze on me, taking in every detail, and it made me feel both embarrassed and strangely empowered.
I struck a few poses, feeling the cool air on my barely covered skin, and my dad’s eyes never left me. The room felt charged with an energy I hadn’t felt before, a mix of innocence and something more. After a moment, I decided to end the show and headed to the bathroom to change back into my usual shirt and pants, my heart still racing from the experience.
