Her nipples were erect, and the dress stretched so thin over her tits that her areolas were faintly visible through the fabric. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. It wasn’t the kind of dress a girl would wear a bra with anyway, and despite the size and heft of Lauren’s tits she didn’t need one. She stood there nervously, unable to look her father in the eye for more than a couple of seconds at a time as he gazed at her in awe.
“You look amazing, sweetheart,” Del told her when he was finally able to catch his breath.
She blushed and smiled happily, but still looked down at the floor. “Look, Dad,” she said, “I know you wanted to see what else I got today, but there’s no way I can go out in this. Definitely not to some really nice restaurant.”
Del stepped closer. Lauren looked so ripe and voluptuous his hands were practically trembling when he reached up to place them on her shoulders. He was dying to run his hands all over her extravagant curves but he was already in danger of sprouting another hard on. It was bad enough just to be standing that close to her with her lush, shapely tits straining the front of her dress.
“Baby, you look more perfect than anything I’ve ever seen. Let’s just try it this once. Besides, we’ve got a lot to talk about, don’t we?”
“If you say so,” she said, still looking down and blushing bright crimson.
He kissed her cheek, daringly close to the corner of her mouth, considering that she was his own daughter. And he gave her a not so brief hug, mashing his body into the warm swell of her tits with his hands barely grazing the upper edge of her ass. She hugged him back tightly, but he broke it off before he ended up going hard against her. He just took her by the hand and led her downstairs and out to the car where he opened the door and didn’t take his eyes off her while she got into her seat.
The ride to the restaurant was mostly silent, with both of them knowing they’d already crossed some kind of hazy line but not knowing how to begin talking about it. They made a little bit of small talk but even that had a distracted quality about it.
Del’s pulse started racing as soon as they got out of the car to go into the restaurant. Leading Lauren toward the door in a dress that could easily be considered slutwear, he could hardly believe he was about to march her through a Friday night crowd of affluent diners.
When they got inside, there were a lot of good looking, well dressed women of all ages, but none were nearly as striking or curvy as Lauren. As they were led to their table, Del felt a strange mixture of excited pride and fatherly protectiveness. Part of him knew a father’s natural instinct should be to make his daughter cover her obvious sexual attributes – especially a girl built like Lauren. The other part felt like any man would to see so many people turn their heads to get a look at the desirable vixen who was there for him.
Del had never thought too much about showing off women he’d gone out with. Not that he’d never been pleased about going somewhere with a beautiful girl who turned a few heads, but Lauren was quickly changing the way he thought about a lot of things. He realized he how proud of her he really was, and showing her off to a roomful of strangers was getting to him more than he expected. There was also the fact that she was so self-conscious, even embarrassed, of going into public dressed the way she was.