I love my daddy. Like really love him. Ever since my mom died he's always been there for me, and been an amazing Daddy. When I tell him I want to be with him for the rest of my life, he just laughs it off as me being a Daddy's girl.
Don't get me wrong, I am a Daddy's girl, but I want to be Daddy's woman. I want to touch and rub his big penis, have him put it in me, feel his stuff shoot in me, and have his babies. I know Daddy would never make love to me on his own accord, so ever since I turned 18 I've been scheming to get my way.
I first needed Daddy to see I'm not a little girl anymore. Sure, I'm still pretty small, but I have actual boobs now that can be touched and held. My butt has started looking good too, almost like a real woman you'd see on bikini magazines, but not quite. Daddy always called me a “budding woman”, not quite his same little girl but also not a woman yet. I'd been wearing just panties and small shirts around the house, but that was stuff he always saw me in.
The best way to do that was to have him see me naked, I thought long and hard about it and I figured the best way was if I was pretending to be asleep. It was after school on a Friday, Daddy would be home at sundown, so when the time came I laid on the couch in the living room in a towel, and let the towel fall off of me. I made sure to shave everything for Daddy, and keep my legs open so he could see all my lady parts.
I touched myself as I laid there waiting for him, imagining it was his big strong hands touching me instead, until I finally heard the garage door open, signaling that Daddy was home. I was barely able to contain my excitement as I lie there in the nude, waiting for him to lay his eyes upon my body.
I heard him walk into the living room, but then everything was silent. After only a few seconds I felt his presence very close to me, but he just put a blanket over me. ‘No! Daddy didn't have enough time to see me naked.' I thought to myself. I felt his hand stroke a few strands of hair from my face and then he cupped my cheek before walking upstairs.
I decided to stay there, feigning sleep, and hoped I would have another opportunity for Daddy to see my body. God seemed to be on my side because the perfect opportunity arose after about an hour. As Daddy sat watching TV in a recliner next to the couch, a thunderstorm rolled through. Fear ran through me, I was always super afraid of thunder, but my fear was overtaken by excitement. ‘This is it!' I thought.
The next loud rumble of thunder, I jumped up in a mix of real and fake fear, leaving the blanket and towel behind, then quickly jumped onto Daddy's lap with my butt on his crotch, my legs over the armrest of the chair, and my shoulder pressing into his chess. “Daddy!” I yelped.
Daddy grunted as I landed in his lap, but his arms instinctively went around me. I felt so safe in Daddy's arms. “Millie, baby, you're naked.”
“I'm sorry Daddy, I'm scared.” I said, and pulled one of his arms around my waist, resting the palm on my thigh. His hands on my naked body felt electric.