Shopping for undies with my daughter

I'm going to start with an important fact. This retelling is of a fully consensual relationship with all parties of legal age.

I read a post yesterday that brought a smile to my face and churned up some very fond memories. I've posted elsewhere that my own proclivity toward things taboo started in a large part by an overly attentive stepdaughter. Also my thoughts on why some girls are into the "Daddy/Daughter" dynamic.

A quick rehash of what I see as the principal creating factors. 1.) A dad she adored, had certain urges toward those stemming from her adoration. 2.) A dad she despised or was non-existent so she's making up for it later in life when her thoughts have turned sexual and 3.) She's too long in Mommy's shadow and finds ways to get attention of her own.

Mine was definitely in the 3rd scenario. I'd posted before about her making it a point to put on a show, sometimes with her mom right nearby. Downblouse, upskirt, both very intentional, Rubbing against me with her very pretty and firm tits. Pressing her ass out to bump into me. Leaving doors open when her mom was not there knowing full well I was seeing her naked. You get the picture.

For anyone familiar with women's clothing and sizing, some things are harder to find than others. Mine was small framed but truly gorgeous large tits. It's hard to find 34DDD bras. Unfortunately, where you can is expensive. Normally Victoria's Secret was the go to. Secondaily Laane Bryant, though there's were more geared to big girls. My stepdaughter was all of 5'1" and only weighed about 110 lbs. She used that as part of her flirtation and teasing. Often times we'd go out with her mom and shop and she'd make it a point to have me help her find just the right bra and panty set, often pulling me away from her mom to have me look with her.

She had told me that one of her favorite things with me was shopping. "We always laugh and have fun and flirt a little" In other words she fully understood what she was doing. Also it's taboo nature which she proved on a number of outings where it was just her and I. Those, much like our life at home, were always a bit more flirtatious and bold. One particular thing she enjoyed was the store clerk's reactions.

Often times we'd walk around admiring and handling, rummaging through the drawers to find the right size etc. The whole while she'd be holding my hand or pressing against me. Sometimes my arm around her shoulder. She'd always make it a point to ooo and ahh over the things she'd like saying loudly "Oh that is hot!" Or "That color and print is so sexy!" From there, off to the fitting rooms where I'd sit outside if it was one with chairs or just stand. Remember she would put on a bit of a show and draw attention while we were selecting.

This is where she was particularly brazen. On the solo outings this always happened. In her overly loud voice she'd call from the dressing room. "Dad! the panties are too small, can you go grab a size bigger?" Or if she was close enough to the entrance, step out in her jeans or skirt and a bra and say "I dont know, Dad...too much cleavage?" Another time, in just bra and panties "Dad, these give me way too much a wedge" and turn around while she was just outside the curtained stall. Another time complaining about the cameltoe. In all instance in a loud enough voice for the store to hear.

After her little displays she'd come out and cling to me like a koala bear on a eucalyptus limb as we went to the check out. There she'd continue with the shock factor. Either kissing me full on the mouth and saying "You're the best Dad ever" or when the the clerk would ask "Did you find everything okay"" She'd say things like "My Dad has the best taste. He always finds the right things."

There were probably a dozen outings like this. Her mom a couple of times would do laundry and say "Wow, pretty! I don't remember our getting these for you." and carry on. Invariably if I was there to overhear it she'd either just smile or wink and several times blew me a surreptitious kiss.

It's a little ironic, while more, shall we say, "salacious" things happened. These were my favorite moments.