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 ï>¿Under Daddy -(TM)s Eyes by Story Guy

   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 1

   Eleven year old Lynda was on the floor looking at the newspaper.  She
was still in the same dress she had worn to go out to dinner with her
father.  She loved the dress but had almost outgrown it.  Her mother had
bought it for her just before she had died a year and a half ago.  Lynda
had grown almost five inches since then and had started to develop.  Her
breasts had began to sprout and her nipples were growing.  Her pussy had
gone from bald to being covered, although still sparsely, with fine, dark
fuzz.

   Her father gazed down at his daughter on the floor below him.  The
dress, short when it was new, had ridden up to reveal the roundness of her
panty covered ass.  "I think it's time we retired that dress," he told his
daughter.

   "Why?" she asked.

   "You're sticking out," he replied.

   "Where?" Lynda questioned.

   "I can see your panties," her father chuckled.  Lynda looked over her
shoulder and realized the dress hem was resting half way up her ass cheeks.
The realization made her frown.  The idea her father could see her panties
didn't bother her.  Since she had no mother, she had become accustomed to
going to her father for things.  It was he who unzipped her dresses for her
and took them off to hang them.  Although it wasn't necessarily the norm,
on occasion he would come into the bathroom when she bathed and would
always dry her hair for her.  Her father seeing her even nude didn't bother
her but outgrowing the dress did.

   "Why don't you change now," her father suggested.  She stood and walked
over to him.  He unzipped the dress and she let it drop to the floor.  As
she stepped out of it he picked it up and noticed a tear in the girl's eye.
"What's the matter?"

   She turned, now dressed only in her panties, to face him.  "That's my
favorite dress," she sorrowfully answered.

   "Well, we'll just have to buy you another favorite dress," he grinned.
Lynda's eyes lit up and she stood smiling at her father.  "Are you going to
get dressed or are you going like that?" he laughed.  She turned and ran
down the hall to her room.  A few minutes later she returned, now dressed
in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans.  "Let's go," her father stated as he
stood up.  The two headed toward the local mall.

   The mall was fairly quiet.  There was some people working on some sort
of stage set up in front of a vacant store but few customers were around.
Lynda quickly headed for what her father knew was the most expensive girls'
clothing store in the area.  He had hoped to direct his daughter to one of
the discount stores but she ran ahead of him and into the shop.  He entered
to find Lynda already browsing the racks.  Watching her made him smile and
cringe at the same time.  Gone were the days when she would grab anything
and want to leave quickly.  She was now studying each dress with the
scrutiny of a grown woman.

   Lynda spotted a rack in the corner with various clothes on it.  A
particular dress on that rack caught her eye and she took it to study. 
"Daddy, this one is gorgeous!" she exclaimed as her father approached. 
Followed by a sales woman.

   "Do you know what size you need?" the sales woman asked.

   "She's grown quite a bit.  You'd better measure her," Lynda's father
replied.

   The woman took her tape measure and checked.  She determined the young
girl was the same size as the dress.  "The dress is in your size.  Would
you like to try it on?"

   Lynda's eyes lit up as she enthusiastically nodded.  The woman pointed
over toward the fitting rooms.  Lynda almost ran to them, but stopped at
the entrance.  "Daddy, you coming?"

   Her father wasn't sure what to do.  This wasn't home but a store where
women used a private dressing room.  Men were not supposed to go there. 
The sales woman nudged him, seeing his dilemma.  "Go on.  It's OK.  We have
fairly large rooms."

   Nervously Lynda's father followed her into the fitting room.  The sales
woman also went in.  A sigh of relief came from him as he realized what the
sales woman meant.  The room was large.  Big enough to include a clothes
rack and 3 chairs including a large overstuffed one.  Lynda quickly shucked
her jeans and shirt and stood in just her panties.  With the sales woman's
help, she put on the dress.  It fit as if it had been custom made for the
girl.

   "The fit is perfect and it looks very nice on her," the sales woman
commented bringing a big grin to Lynda.  The sales woman then proceeded to
point out the quality of the dress, material, and other such things as
sales people do.  Lynda's father didn't know much about women's fashions
and wasn't interested in an explanation. "How much is it?" he interrupted.

   "Well, this dress was actually custom made to be used in a fashion show
where our store was featured.  Unfortunately our model became ill so the
dress has never been worn except by your daughter.  A custom dress like
this would normally sell for several hundred dollars but you may have this
one for $250," the sales woman explained.

   The look of shock on Lynda's father's face told the woman the price was
way too high.  "I have a deal for you.  Since the dress fits so perfectly
on her, we may be able to work something out.  Would you mind her trying on
a few other of the items off the same rack?"

   "Yeah!" Lynda interjected.  Her father, still reeling from "sticker
shock", just nodded.  The sales woman left and returned with several
garments.  Lynda tried on each and all fit as well as the dress had.  Even
the pants were a perfect length.

   "Sir, your daughter seems to be the same size as our sick model.  If she
is willing and you have no objection, I would love to see her model for us.
It will take about two hours.  If she models for us, I will give you the
dress as payment for her services." the woman offered.

   "Wow!  A model?  Me?  Can I Daddy?  Please?" Lynda gushed.  It didn't
take much for her father to do the math.  That was quite a paycheck for two
hours work.  He smiled and nodded.

   "Great!  Be here at 9AM tomorrow and we'll take it from there.  I must
caution you, Miss, you will be changing clothes many times.  There will be
a lot of people back there and you will be changing in front of them.  Some
will be boys.  You'll always have panties on but sometimes that's all,
except for your undervest.  Are you sure you don't mind being seen in only
your underwear?" the woman explained.  Lynda shook her head indicating her
acceptance.  "Sir, you will be with her at all times except when she's on
stage.  I assure you every effort will be made to protect your daughter's
modesty but in the world of modeling, I'm afraid sometimes that's not
possible.  Do you have any questions?" the woman continued.

   Lynda's father looked over at her.  She was beaming and obviously
excited.  As long as she didn't mind being in front of everyone in her
underwear, he had no objection.  He shook his head.  "Wonderful!  Here are
the necessary releases for you to sign when you return tomorrow.  You may
read them at your leisure but have them with you for me tomorrow.  See you
then?" the woman instructed.

   With everything settled, Lynda put her own clothes back on and she and
her father headed out of the store.  "One more thing, sir," the woman said
as she stopped them and handed then a bag.  "I noticed your daughter is
still wearing cotton briefs.  Please have her wear these tomorrow.  Briefs
are not the best thing under some clothes.  Many of the adult models wear
nothing but I know you don't want your daughter like that.  These will be
find and wont 'show' under anything."

   Lynda's father took the bag and they left.  On the way home, Lynda
opened the bag.  "Look Daddy, new panties!" she exclaimed.  Her father just
nodded.

   It was late when they got home and Lynda was told to go to bed.  She
took her bag and walked to her room as her father settled into a chair.  A
few minutes later Lynda cane into the room.  "Look Daddy!" she exclaimed.

   Her father looked up to see her dressed only in underpants.  These were
not her regular panties though.  The vision reminded him of his former
wife. Lynda still had no figure to speak of but suddenly she looked so
grown up.  The new panties were high legged and very low rise.  Not even
high enough to cover her hair, if she had any.  The material, instead of
loose like her briefs, clung to her skin almost accenting her developing
figure.  As the young girl pirouetted, he noticed the panties had sort of a
seam that indented into her butt creak detailing her ass cheeks.

   "Very nice," he complimented.  Where most fathers would have been
disturbed by what he was looking at, Lynda's father wasn't.  He had been
the envy of all his friends when he married.  His bride was cute beyond
belief.  What his friends never knew, and he didn't find out until he was
married was that she was sexually as cold as ice.  Lynda being an only
child was proof.  His sex life had amounted to a once a month "get it over
with" deal.  She had gone on the pill shortly after Lynda was born because
she didn't want to "go through that again" but still insisted he wear a
condom so she wouldn't get messy.  His daughter had obviously inherited all
his wife's assets and he wanted to make sure she didn't inherit his wife's
frigidity.

   As Lynda went back to her room, he sat back and thought.  So far she was
very open and hadn't shown any of his wife's coldness.  Lynda seemed to
have no problem being seen in various states of undress by him.  His wife
would never even change in front of him.  When they made love, the room was
always dark and she would be completely covered when he came in.  He would
undress and get into the bed in the dark because she would get very upset
if he even caught a glimpse of her body.  Already he was more familiar with
his daughter's body than he had been with his wife's.



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 2

   The next morning Lynda was up bright and early nagging her father to
hurry.  He slowed her as best he could and finally gave in arriving at the
mall at 8:30.  They went to the clothing store where the woman checked over
the papers and then led then to the vacant store behind the stage where she
introduced them to another woman named Dot.  Dot explained she was the show
coordinator and it was her job to make sure each model was in the proper
outfit and on stage at the proper time.  She also explained there were
assistants who would help the models dress if need be.  They would be
easily recognizable as they all were wearing bright red jerseys.  Once
understood, she led Lynda and her father to a section of the room where
Lynda recognized the rack with the clothes she had tried on yesterday.

   There was a chair next to the rack which Lynda's father took advantage
of.  Lynda was much to excited and nervous to sit so she took the time to
look around the room.  There wasn't many people there yet.  She was in the
back of the room.  From the way it appeared, the adult models were near the
front of the room with the younger ones in the back.  Her eyes danced
across the racks of what she thought was beautiful clothes.  As her eyes
went along the back of the room she noticed something she thought strange.
Some of the racks, even the one next to hers seemed to have boys clothes on
them.

   People were now coming in.  Lynda watched as the models all seemed to
know exactly where to go.  She then noticed a boy about a year or two older
than she was walk in following what was probably his mother.  The boy went
to speak to Dot but the mother continued on and sat in the seat beside the
rack next to Lynda's.  The woman didn't say anything but just pulled a book
from the bag she was carrying and started to read, ignoring everything
around her.  The boy then approached.  The first thing that struck Lynda
was how cute she thought he was.

   "Your new.  I haven't seen you before.  Just starting?" the boy asked
Lynda.

   "Yeah," she answered.  "The girl who was supposed to do this got sick so
I'm doing it."

   "What's you name?" he asked coyly.

   "Lynda, what's yours?" she inquired.

   "I'm Tony," he smiled.  Their conversation ended abruptly when Dot
called out for them to get into their first outfits.  "Time to go to work,"
Tony smiled as his hands went to his belt.

   Lynda's jaw dropped as he pushed his jeans down to the floor.  She had
seen her father in his underwear a couple of times but this wasn't her
father.  She was actually standing next to a boy her own age dressed now
only in his underwear.  "Hey!  Let's go!" Dot hollered shocking Lynda back
into reality.  Her hand nervously went to the snap of her jeans.  It was
one thing to be told boys would be around but to change right next to one
was a little frightening.  She hesitated and looked at her father.  He
smiled and nodded to her signaling his approval.  His smile gave Lynda the
needed confidence and she pushed her jeans to the floor Keeping her back to
Tony.  Next she took off her shirt and then proceeded to put on the first
outfit.  One of the assistants came over and adjusted it and instructed her
to go to the side of the stage.

   She did as instructed.  "You've got a cute butt!" came a voice from
behind her.  Lynda wheeled around to see Tony standing behind her smiling.
Nobody had ever said anything like that to her and she knew boys weren't
supposed to say thing like that either but she liked the compliment.  She
didn't answer but blushed slightly and smiled back at him.  Unfortunately
she didn't have time to do anything else as she was up on stage in a flash.

   The show was proceeding without a hitch.  Lynda's initial shyness
quickly disappeared and she no longer turned her back on Tony.  Just the
opposite, she wanted to be facing him so she could steal glimpses at the
bulge in his underwear and more importantly she found she actually liked
him looking at her.  It was exciting when his eyes would focus on her panty
covered pussy or her newly forming tits.

   Lynda only had a few outfits left including the dress she wanted.  She
slipped into one of the other dresses and one of the assistants came
running over.  "Damn, your undershirt is showing, We've gotta get it off!"
the assistant exclaimed as she went around to Lynda's back.  Tony was
standing in front of Lynda and his eyes watched her every move as the dress
went down her arms, the assistant grabbed the bottom of Lynda's undershirt
and pulled it over her head, exposing her budding breasts to Tony.  Lynda,
instead of being embarrassed by being suddenly exposed, actually found it
exciting.  Tony's wide eyes staring at her chest pleased her.  Quickly
though her dress was done up.  When she was through with that dress, she
didn't bother to put her undershirt back of.  It was fun to be topless and
have Tony see her.

   The show finally ended.  Tony's mother told him it was time to leave and
they were going to get something to eat in the mall.  He told her he wasn't
hungry and asked if he could go to the arcade while she ate.  It was agreed
they would meet in an hour.  Lynda asked her father if she could go with
him and he too gave approval.  The two headed for the arcade.

   As they played a few games, Tony would stand behind Lynda when it was
her turn.  He didn't say anything but would sometimes push against her ass
with his crotch.  Lynda could feel him pushing and could also feel the hard
thing in his pants touching her ass.  She liked the feeling and would push
back every time he pushed.  After a while, she whispered, "I gotta go to
the bathroom"

   "Come on," he said as he led her out of the arcade.

   "Where we goin'?" Lynda asked.

   "Just follow me.  You'll see," he answered as they headed for ends of
the mall.  They rounded the corner where there was just an entrance but no
store fronts.  There was a rest room at the end.  Tony looked around, saw
no one, and pulled Lynda into the ladies' room, rushing into the end stall
with her.

   "What are you doin'?" she asked, her voice quivering.

   "Shhh, I wanna watch you," he grinned.

   Lynda was surprised by his request but excited by it too.  Blushing, she
undid her jeans, pushed them down, then hesitated.  Tony had a big grin.  A
smile came over her face too as she pushed her panties down and sat on the
toilet.  After finishing, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper but Tony took
it from her.  She looked up at him wondering why he had taken it as he
reached down between her legs.

   She gasped as the toilet paper slid over her slit.  Her face turned
crimson but she made no move to close her legs.  Tony dropped the toilet
paper but didn't pull his hand away.  Instead he reached up ant touched her
pussy with his fingers.  His finger slid along her pussy lips.  Lynda
looked down at the hand between her legs.  As the finger hit the top of her
slit, Lynda felt a little jolt of pleasure.  Instinct told her to clamp her
legs shut forcing the intruder away but she spread them wider instead.  She
watched the hand with fascination as his finger slid back down her slit and
back up again.  At the top it once again hit that pleasure spot.

   The sound of the door opening made them both jump.  Tony moved into the
corner and Lynda quickly stood and pulled her pants back up.  The two stood
frozen as the sound of running water filled the room.  Soon it stopped,
they heard the paper towel dispenser, then the door opening again.  Silence
fell upon the room but the two stayed quiet for a moment.

   "We'd better get outa here,"Lynda whispered as she quietly opened the
door.  "You wait here while I check to see if the coast is clear," she
instructed.  Seeing the room empty, Lynda went to the door, opened it and
looked around.  No one was in sight so she waved to Tony.  The two rushed
from the bathroom and ran to the end of the hall.

   "I gotta meet my mom," Tony said.  "Maybe we'll see each other again."

   "I hope so," Lynda gushed.  Tony turned and walked away and Lynda went
to meet her father.  They met and left the mall.  Lynda didn't talk much on
the ride home.  Her mind was on Tony and what he had done to her.

   Once home, Lynda took her new dress and hung it in her closet.  She
wanted to lie down for a while but her father called her into the kitchen.

   "Did you notice the photographer at the show today?" he began.  Lynda
nodded.  "Well, he was very impressed with you.  He does a lot of work for
catalogs and ads and asked me if you'd be interested in posing for him. 
Are you?"

   "Yeah!" Lynda excitedly answered.

   "I thought so.  I've set up an appointment for next week." he smiled
back.  The two talked while they ate supper and cleaned up.  The
conversation continued for quite a while longer.

   The excitement of the day finally caught up to Lynda.  She was very
tired and went into her room to go to bed.  Sitting on the bed, her mind
returned to Tony.  She had been very sleepy but the thought of his touch
revived her some.  She pulled her clothes off but instead of putting on a
nightgown as she usually did, she climbed into bed nude.

   As soon as the covers were up, her hand went between her outstretched
legs to her pussy.  Tony had touched a spot she never knew she had.  She
wanted to see if she could find the same spot.  She rubbed her fingers
between her pussy lips.  It felt nice but it wasn't the same as when he had
touched her.  She then remembered the place was somewhere near the top of
her slit and ran her finger up.  She hit what felt like a little knob and
the same little jolt struck her.  That was the spot.

   Tentatively she began to rub the spot and surrounding area.  The
sensations being produced were like nothing else she had ever experienced.
She had no clue such a small part of her body could make her feel so good.
She started to feel warm and kicked the covers off but kept her hand on her
not on fire pussy.  Stickiness covered her fingers as she felt wetness ooze
from her belly and out of her opening.  Her hips seemed to have a mind of
their own as they began to move.  She was gasping like she was out of
breath.  Her fingers rapidly worked her pussy as she savored each pleasure
it was producing.  The intensity made her bite her lip to keep from crying
out but she never wanted it to end.

   End it did though.  Suddenly her whole body erupted.  Her hips wouldn't
seem to stop as they banged her ass against the mattress.  Even her vision
blurred.  The noises ringing in her ears frightened her until she realized
she was making them.  Her heart was pounding and she couldn't catch her
breath.  The intensity became too much and she had to pull her hand away
from her sopping cunt.  Slowly her body returned to normal.  Now she was
really tired and quickly fell asleep.

   Lynda's father looked in on her as he went to bed.  Seeing she was
uncovered, he stepped in to pull the blanket over her.  He hadn't noticed
from the doorway but she was naked.  Her pussy glistened in the dim light
and he could smell her sex.  Before covering her, he stopped to admire her.
He smiled knowing she had discovered masturbation.  His little girl was now
his young woman.  He pulled the blanket over her wondering how long it
would be before she became sexually active.



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 3

   During the following week nothing exciting happened in Lynda's life
unless you consider her new found pleasure of masturbating.  Although she
had just discovered the act, she had already became obsessed with it. 
Every night as she went to bed her fingers would be buried in her wet
pussy. Again in the morning she would be at it again.  She just couldn't
get out of bed without an orgasm.  A few mornings she was a little rushed
as she got ready for school because of her morning activities but aside
from that, nothing was different.

   The day finally arrived when she had the interview with the
photographer. She wanted to wear her new dress so she would look nice but
her father told her the photographer had said to wear casual clothes.  She
was a little disappointed until her father said that there would be a photo
shoot later in the afternoon and if the photographer decided to use her,
she would be posing for him.  That news changed her mood from disappointed
to almost giddy.

   They arrived at the studio and the photographer ushered them into his
office.  He sat down at his desk, shuffled through a few papers, them
handed them to Lynda's father.  He then addressed Lynda.  "You name is
Lynda, right?"

   "You!" Lynda excitedly answered before remembering her father's
instructions.  "Er...  yes, sir"

   "That's OK.  Things aren't too formal around here.  My name is Don.  I
was impressed with you at the show last week and even more impressed when I
looked at your pictures." He handed the girl a stack of pictures as he
spoke.  Don paused while Lynda thumbed through the pictures.  Her smile
seemed to grow even bigger if that was possible.  As she studied the
pictures, her father handed the papers he had been given back to Don.  Once
Lynda finished looking at the pictures, Don continued.  "I need another
model..."

   "Yeah!  I'd model for you!" Lynda interrupted.

   "Not so fast," Don chuckled.  "Let me finish before you answer.  What I
need is an underwear model for a catalog I'm working on.  You'll have to
pose wearing only panties and a bra or undervest.  I'll have other jobs
later but right now that's all I have.  You still want to model for me just
wearing underwear?"

   Lynda thought for a moment.  She desperately wanted to be a model, even
if it was just underwear, but would her father let her?  She looked over at
him to see what he thought.  He smiled and nodded.  "OK." Lynda told Don.
She tried to sound a little reserved.  After all, she didn't want to look
too anxious to pose in just underwear in front of her father.

   "Great!" Don exclaimed.  "We can start today if you like.  I have a
shoot scheduled with a few other models today for the catalog." Lynda
nodded enthusiastically without looking at her father this time.

   "OK, follow me," Don said as he stood up and led them into his studio.
"I don't have much of a dressing room but you can change behind that
screen," Don explained pointing to a screen in the corner of the large
room. "Each set is numbered.  I'd like you to put on the pieces with the
same number, and then bring the number out with you so I can catalog it. 
I'll be photographing others too so you might have to wait a little.  Once
I get a picture of you in the set, you go back and change into the next
one, OK?"

   "Yup!  I can do that!" Lynda answered.  As they were talking, a few more
people came in.  What surprised Lynda was there was not only two more girls
but also three boys.

   "OK everybody.  Change into your number one outfits and we can get
started.  Two of the boys and the other girls went over to racks scattered
about the room and started undressing.  The remaining boy went behind a
screen in the opposite corner from the one Lynda was going to use.

   "Dad, there's boys here," Lynda whispered to her father.  He nodded but
didn't say anything.  "Am I supposed to model in front of them?"

   "Sure," her father whispered back.  "It's not like you won't be wearing
anything.  You'll still be covered.  Of course, if you don't want to do it,
we can leave."

   The last thing Lynda wanted to do was leave and miss the chance at
modeling.  She had already changed in front of boys at the fashion show so
this was really no big deal she thought.  Saying nothing more, she went
behind the screen and stripped her clothes off.  The first outfit was a
pair of plain white cotton panties and a vest.  She put them on and stepped
out from behind the screen.

   The other kids were dressed in regular clothes.  She looked at Don and
saw he was taking a picture of one of the boys.  What she saw made her feel
a lot better.  The boy was only wearing a pair of briefs and a tee shirt.
He looked to be about the same age as she was.  Looking at him she could
see why he was a model.

   Don finished with the boy, then one of the girls, and finally called
Lynda.  She walked into the lights and stood waiting to be told what to do
as she had watched the other models.  Don asked her to turn around, which
she did.  He then walked up to her and smoothed the waistband on the back
of her panties.  Lynda hadn't had time to react to his action when he told
her to turn again.

   She turned back around to find Don on his knees.  He reached up and
poked a finger into each leg hole of her panties.  Lynda blushed as he
smoothed the panties by sliding his fingers down as he pulled on the
panties.  She humped slightly as his fingers almost grazed her pussy. 
Quickly he pulled his hands away.  "Perfect!" he muttered as he went behind
the camera, posed her, and snapped a few pictures.  "All set," Don then
said, followed by, "Next?"

   Lynda looked at her father as she walked back to her screen.  He smiled
at her.  She went behind the screen and as soon as she was out of sight,
reached down and cupped her pussy like she was checking to see if it was
all right.  It had felt strange to have a man's fingers so close to her
naked slit.  Lynda tried to sort out her feelings.  Tony had touched her
there too but that was before she had discovered masturbation.  Being
touched there now took on a whole different meaning to her.

   "Hurry up!" Lynda heard her father half whisper.  The next outfit was
similar to the first only this one had a flowered print.  She quickly put
it on and went back around the screen.  No sooner did she come out than Don
called for her.

   Lynda again was under the bright lights.  She wondered if the boy was
there and what he was wearing this time but the lights were too bright for
her to see.  Don again had her turn around then turn again to face him. 
This time he didn't touch her and just went behind the camera.  The
thoughts that went around in her head confused her.  It had been
embarrassing to have him poke his finger into her panties but she was a
little let down when he didn't do it again.  Don posed her, snapped his
pictures, and dismissed her.

   The next outfit was a panty and bra set.  She had never worn a bra
before.  It felt strange to have something not only that tight but that
small covering her almost nonexistent breasts.  It made her feel a little
more naked with the set on.  She stepped out from behind her screen to wait
her turn.

   The boy was there this time.  He was wearing a colored tee shirt and
underpants of the same color.  His were different from what she had seen
before.  They were tight but had short legs like boxers.  She liked the way
they looked on him.  Don called the boy up, took his pictures, then called
Karen.

   Again she was told to turn then turn again.  Don slipped his arms under
hers and adjusted the bra strap.  His hand then went to one of the cups. 
He slipped a finger in to adjust it.  Lynda felt his finger slide over her
little mound then stop right at her nipple.  She was surprised when she
felt it harden.  As Don adjusted the garment, his finger strummed her
nipple.  A smile came over her face.  Having her nipple rubbed by him felt
good.  Don then switched to the other cup and adjusted that one too with
the same results.  As he finished and walked back to the camera, Lynda
looked down and saw her nipples poking out slightly under the thin material
of the bra.

   Don posed her, snapped a few pictures, and had her change into her last
outfit.  This one was also a bra and panty set but the panties were bikini
style.  As she changed into them, she heard Don tell the other two girls
and two of the boys they were all done.  Lynda pulled up the panties and
looked down.  She liked the look of the bikini style.  They made her feel
like a sexy woman instead of a little girl.  She stepped out to find the
boy posing underwear was still there.

   Don called for her.  She was now used to him adjusting her clothes but
didn't expect him to do what he did.  He walked up to her, reached to the
side of the panties and tugged, pulling them almost to her slit.  He then
reached into the leg hole and pulled the crotch away from her pussy.  She
knew everyone could see the side of her now exposed hairless cunt and went
to reach down but Don had already pulled them up some.  He then proceeded
to smooth them so they were riding much lower on her hips.  He adjusted the
bra much the same way as he had adjusted the other one.  After taking a few
pictures, Don told her not to change yet but to wait while he took some
pictures of the boy..  He then called the boy up.

   The boy this time had no tee shirt of but had another pair of the
underpants that Lynda thought looked like tight boxers.  Lynda watched as
Don had the boy turn then adjusted the back of his underwear so it seemed
to show off his rear.  The boy turned around.  Lynda watched wide eyed as
Don's hand went into the boy's underwear and adjusted his cock and balls,
then the front.  After the adjustment, Lynda thought he poked out even
further.  The sight of his bulge excited her.

   Don took a few pictures then called Lynda up as he walked toward the
boy. "Lynda, this is Bruce.  Bruce, Lynda.  I'd like to take a few pictures
of you two together," Don told them.  He then proceeded to pose them, snap
a picture, then repose them.  After a few pictures, he walked back to them.
Lynda watched as he readjusted the legs of Bruce's underwear.  Don then
turned his attention to Lynda.

   Don told her to turn around.  Lynda complied.  Don then pulled her
panties half off.  Lynda could feel then again almost to her slit in the
front and she knew that half her ass crack was exposed in the back. 
Strangely, instead of being embarrassed, she found it exciting to be almost
nude.  Don took a cloth with powder on it and ran it around her waist. 
"Your skin is too shiny," he mumbled.  He then pulled on one of the leg
holes and ran the cloth between her legs, repeating the same motion with
the other leg hole.  He pulled the panties back up and, after adjusting
them, stood back.  "Damn, I got some powder on the panties.  Sit down and
open your legs."

   Lynda blushed knowing how she'd look but did as he asked.  Don took
another cloth and rubbed the powdery spot.  Although embarrassing for him
to do that, Lynda was more humiliated by her own body.  She liked him
rubbing her.  Too soon Don stopped and went back to his camera.  After he
snapped some more pictures, he told Bruce to wait aside.

   "I'd like a few pictures from the back.  Would you mind slipping of the
bra so the strap won't show?" Don asked Lynda.

   She wasn't sure what to do.  "Daddy?" Lynda called out hoping for some
guidance.

   "Do what he asks," he father answered.  "...unless you'd rather not.  We
can leave if you want to."

   Lynda thought for a moment.  She already had her top bared a week ago so
it wasn't something new to her.  The bra was a stretchy type so she, turned
toward the wall, reached down, and pulled it up over her head.  Now, clad
only in panties, Lynda posed as Don instructed her to.  Lynda started to
relax as she posed.m Don took a few more pictures of her back then said, "I
need a few more from the front.  Could you turn around?"

   Lynda turned around, folding her arms over her chest as she did.  Don
seemed to ignore her arm covered chest as he posed her for some pictures.
"Put a hand on your hip," Don instructed.  Lynda dropped one of her arms
and did as he asked.  Don again began taking pictures but now was muttering
a few words.  "Excellent! ...Beautiful! ...Great! ...Nice!" he was saying
in between giving Lynda pose instructions.  His compliments started to
build Lynda's confidence.  "Great, now both hands on your hips," Don
instructed.

   Lynda, being caught up in posing, didn't hesitate as her other arm
dropped exposing her mounds.  She was actually enjoying herself as she
twisted and turned to pose.  The fact she was topless no longer bothered
her at all.  Don stopped taking pictures for a moment and put a new roll of
film into the camera.  As he did, he told Lynda, "I'd like to get a few
without the panties." Lynda's smile left her with the shock of the
statement.  "I know you're young and most little girls are too shy to pose
but I don't think you're a little girl.  You're a natural in front of the
camera and I think you'd look great.  What do you say?" Don continued.

   Lynda again was confused as to what to do.  The "little girl" comment
made her want to do it but she wasn't sure what her father would think. 
"Daddy?" she questioned.

   "If you want to, go ahead," her father stated.

   "Why not?" thought Lynda as she shoved the panties to her ankles.  She
kicked them away and proudly stood waiting for Don.

   "Fantastic!" Don exclaimed.  He then started to instruct the girl in how
to pose.  Lynda heard the shutter clicking as Don kept repeating
compliments and instructions to her.  Lynda's father was even complimenting
her now.  Lynda felt not only excited posing nude, she felt sexy.

   Don finished the roll of film.  "Bruce, let's get some pictures of the
two of you together."



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 4

   Lynda froze.  She had forgotten Bruce was still there.  With the bright
lights, she had not been able to see him.  A flush came over her face as he
stepped into the light.

   Bruce still had the tight boxer type underpants on but they were now no
longer flat across his lower stomach.  Instead Lynda saw the outline of his
erection as the material of the underpants rode over the protrusion.  She
knew what boys had between their legs and also had become familiar with
boy's erections through conversations with her school friends.  Bruce's
stiff cock was the first one she had actually seen however.

   Although it was still covered, it's size was plain.  Lynda hadn't
realized it would be as big as it was.  Although Bruce was still a boy and
small in comparison with a man, to Lynda he was huge.  "Let's get some nude
shots, Bruce," Don instructed.

   Bruce hooked his hands in the waistband of his underpants and pushed
down.  Lynda's eyes grew wide as the bulge in his pants first bent forward
then slapped back against his belly as it was freed.  She completely lost
track of her own nudity as she studied the new found treasures of a boy. 
The skin of his uncut dick formed a little ring just below a shinny bulbous
head.  The head looked like a purplish crown mounted on a stiff shaft. 
Hanging below the hard shaft was a sack which Lynda knew held his two
balls. It was still tight against him and wasn't nearly as large as it
would become but to Lynda it was magnificent.  Above the shaft was a tuft
of dark hair.  She was a little envious of that as she was still bald.  She
knew her hair would soon form a blanket, covering and protecting her
womanhood but for now there was only the slightest hint of what was to
become.

   "Let's get started," Don began.  "Bruce, go over beside Lynda.  Lynda...
Lynda?"

   Lynda was still in her haze studying Bruce's crotch until the second
time Don called out her name.  "Huh?" she blurted blushing at her obvious
attention to things other than pictures.

   "I think she's found something she likes," Don chuckled to Lynda's
father.  The two chuckled, causing Lynda to even blush more.  "OK, time to
get down to business," Don said addressing the two nudes.  He then began to
pose them in various ways.  Although both nude, the first pictures were
taken with the two side by side.  As he snapped away, Don shouted
compliments and then gave instructions for the next pose.  Lynda was soon
caught up in modeling again.

   "OK, Bruce, move behind Lynda and put your arms loosely around her so
your hands are next to each other just below her belly button.  Lynda,
stand straight and put your hands on top of his," Don instructed.  Bruce
moved behind the girl and did as Don had said.  Lynda suddenly felt Bruce's
still hard prick touch her naked ass.  The feeling surprised her.  The
bright lights shinning on then made them feel a little warm but the cock
touching her ass was hot by comparison.  He was taller than she was and the
tip of his cock actually touched the small of her back.

   His hands came to rest on her belly.  He was still a little distance
away from her slit but his touch created little waves to generate from her
pussy outward into her body.  She reached down and placed her hands on his.
Unconsciously she pushed his hands into her belly so they'd continue to
produce those nice sensations.  She almost wanted to push his hands lower
but was much to shy to do that.

   "Good!" Don stated.  "Now, Bruce, move in a little closer." Bruce
snuggled in.  Lynda felt his cock press into her.  His hair tickled her a
little as it touched her skin.  She felt his balls come in contact with her
ass cheek.  "Great!" Don exclaimed as he bent down to the camera.  "Smile!"
Lynda was already smiling.  With a boy's cock and ball sack resting on her
bare skin, she couldn't help it.  She could feel her tiny nipples harden.
Although she didn't understand why, the feeling of Bruce's body was
exciting her.

   Don snapped a few pictures of then with Bruce behind her and then had
them change positions.  Lynda, being shorter, had to stand a little to his
side.  As she too was told to move in closer, she pushed her small chest
swelling into his back.  The warmth of his skin felt nice on her mound. 
Lynda was a little disappointed when Don told her to put one hand on his
shoulder and one on his hip.  She had hoped she would be able to place her
hands on his body when he had put his on hers.  She didn't care about his
belly but she would have loved to get her hands near his stiff rod.

   Don snapped a few more pictures and then had Bruce and Lynda face each
other.  As they moved in close, Lynda felt his cock on her stomach.  She
liked the feeling and actually paid no attention to Don's instructions. 
Bruce sort of pushed her into position.  Holding his naked form against her
nude body felt really nice to her.  Her little nipples were standing and
she could feel the moistness of her pussy.  "OK, that's it!" Don called
out.

   Lynda almost reluctantly released Bruce.  She watched as he picked up
his underwear and walked away without putting it on.  The photo lights were
turned off and Lynda saw Bruce walk behind his screen.  Without even
thinking, she rushed over to it and walked around.

   Bruce was still naked.  "Thanks for posing with me...  I had fun," she
mumbled.  She wanted to say more but couldn't think of any words that
wouldn't sound stupid to her.

   "Me too.  Maybe we can do it again," he smiled.

   "Let's go, Lynda.  I think we should stop at the mall on the way home
and Don has another shoot scheduled," Lynda's father said.

   "Can I touch it?" Lynda whispered to Bruce.  He nodded.  She reached out
and touched his cock.  Her fingers gently explored the object.

   "Lynda, you've gotta get dressed.  Don just went to let his next client
in," her father urged.  Lynda released his rod and rushed behind her
screen. Quickly she dressed.  As she came out, the other client was coming
in.  Bruce was no where in sight as her father led Lynda out the back door.

   "As they headed out of the parking lot, Lynda turned to her father. 
"Why are we going to the mall?"

   "Well, you're getting older now and I thought you might like to buy a
few bras," her father smiled.

   "Really?  Yeah!" Lynda excitedly exclaimed.  "Can I get some bikini
panties too?"

   "You sure can!  I thought you looked really nice in them," her father
answered.

   Lynda practically dragged her father into the mall she was so excited.
She headed into a store that had a few pieces of lingerie in their display
window.  Lynda's father smiled as he watched his daughter's eyes light up
as they walked into the lingerie section of the store.  He chuckled knowing
the last time he had seen the same look on her face was only a few months
ago in a candy store.  "Pick out some that you like and try them on," he
told his beaming daughter.

   Lynda started to browse through the racks and tables, occasionally
holding up a piece and seemingly studying it.  Some she tucked under her
arm and some she tossed back.  Being small, she had a hard time finding her
size but did manage to find a few items.  The thong panties caught her eye
and she began to sort through the selection.  As she looked, a sales woman
approached her and, after a brief conversation, admitted they didn't have
much in her size.  They did manage to find one pair that might fit,
however.

   Once she had made some choices, Lynda looked at her father.  "I'm gonna
try these on.  The lady said there was a room between the boy's and girl's
section.  Wanna see what they look like on me?" Her father nodded and
followed her into the back section of the store.  They entered into a room
with the fitting rooms for both sexes off either side.  The main room had a
few chairs in it so Lynda's father sat down as his daughter went into the
ladies' fitting room section.

   A few other men were sitting there also, including a boy who looked to
be in his late teens.  Soon what appeared to be his girlfriend exited the
fitting room.  She was wearing a nightgown which was long and maybe silk in
material.  The boy watched as the girl slowly turned modeling the garment.
He shook his head and she obviously disappointed went back into the fitting
room.

   Lynda was the next to come out.  The boy's jaw dropped.  Lynda had on a
bra and bikini panty set.  She slowly turned modeling for her father.  She
also saw the boy staring.  Lynda glanced at him, smiled, and then looked to
her father.  He nodded his approval and she slowly walked back into the
fitting room.

   Lynda and the girl seemed to alternate as they each came out to model
their choices.  Each time Lynda came out, the boy would watch her.  Lynda
enjoyed the attention and seeing the interest the boy was giving her made
her feel very sexy.  Although not ignoring her father, Lynda made sure the
boy got a good look at her young body.

   The inevitable finally happened.  The girl came back out wearing a
short, but not too revealing, nightgown.  Her boyfriend smiled as she
slowly turned.  Once facing him again, she saw he was no longer looking at
her.  Instead he was again staring at Lynda, who had just come out wearing
a very shear bra and the thong panties.

   Lynda, although supposedly modeling for her father, looked directly at
the boy and smiled.  She pretended to adjust the panties by pushing them
down slightly them smoothing them over her belly.  Lynda wasn't sure but
thought the boy's pants were tented more than they had been.  "John!" the
girl yelled.

   Lynda chuckled as the boy quickly looked back at the girl.  His face was
red and she seemed quite angry with him.  She stormed back into the fitting
room only to emerge in what seemed to be only seconds.  She quickly left
followed by the boy, who was pleading with her to wait.

   "Do these fit OK?" Lynda asked her father.

   "They look fine to me and I think that boy liked them too," he grinned.
Lynda hadn't noticed but her father was also hiding his approval in his
pants.

   "Yeah, but I don't think his girlfriend did!" Lynda laughed.  "Can I get
them all?" Her father nodded.  Lynda quickly went back to the fitting room
and changed back into her clothes.  She brought her new underwear to the
counter where her father paid for them and the two left the mall.

   As soon as she got home, she ran into her room.  She opened her
underwear drawer and hastily pulled out all her old briefs and undershirts.
They ended up in her waste basket.  She picked out a pair of her new
panties and a bra, stripped completely out of her clothes, and put the new
pieces on.  Looking into the mirror, she admired her new look.  What she
saw was not a little girl but a woman.

   Dressed only in the panties and bra, Lynda went into the kitchen where
her father was.  "Well, what do you think?" she asked as she slowly
twirled.

   "Very nice!" he smiled.

   "Does it make me look sexy?" she softly spoke.

   "Very sexy!" her father grinned.  "Any guy who sees you like that would
just love you." The compliment brought a smile to Lynda's face.

   Lynda stayed in her underwear as she helped her father get the meal on
the table.  It was kind of fun being half undressed and she was enjoying
her father's squirming as he would glance at her lacy bra.  After they ate,
Lynda washed the dishes and her father dried.  He continued to steal
glances at her paying more attention to her skimpy panties, which he now
could see.  The bulge in the front of his pants made her smile.  Even if he
was her father, she liked the idea she could make a grown man stiff.

   "I'm gonna do my homework then go to bed.  I'm pretty tired," Lynda
lied. Actually she was wide awake and wanted to masturbate.  The events of
the day had excited her tremendously and her new underwear seemed to make
her even hotter.

   Lynda ran down the hall to her room.  She pushed the door closed, then
pushed her panties down and jumped on her bed.  Her legs opened wide as her
hand plunged into her sopping pussy.  As she rubbed, the thoughts of
Bruce's stiff cock touching her ran through her mind.  In no time at all, a
shuddering climax sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

   She kept her eyes closed as she waited for her body to return to normal.
Finally settling, she opened her eyes to see her father standing in the
hall looking at her through the door which had never shut completely.  A
bright red hue washed over her.  "Sorry," she mumbled not knowing what else
to say.

   Her father smiled at her.  "Don't stay up all night," he grinned as he
went into his room.

   Lynda took off her bra.  She sat up and was going to get a nightgown but
changed her mind.  The thought of being naked excited her.  Even though she
had just climaxed, she still needed more.  She slipped under the covers and
before she finally fell asleep had climaxed two more times.



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 5

   Lynda's father's poker night came and it was his night to be host. 
Lynda knew all the men.  They had been playing since before she had been
born.  Her parents were both only children and her father's poker friends
had become her surrogate uncles.  Two of the three had even taken Lynda
along when they had gone on vacation.  George had never married.  Henry was
married and had two daughters of his own.  He was the one who had taken
Lynda to Disney world.  Then there was Matt.  He was Lynda's favorite and
had taken her camping with his son, daughter, and wife.  His son, who was
called Buddy, was Lynda's age and his daughter, Wendy, was a year older.

   Lynda's father had suggested she wear her new dress to show off how nice
she looked for his friends.  She liked dressing up so gladly accepted his
suggestion.  She had also put on what she thought was her prettiest bra and
panty set.  It was pale blue and the bra was one that had fitted cups and
hooked in the back.  She didn't have any boobs to speak of but the idea it
was designed like women's bras made her feel nice.  The only problem was
she wasn't used to the back clasps so her father had helped her hook it. 
Satisfied with the way she looked, Lynda went into the kitchen to get the
night's snacks ready.

   Over the next 5 minutes, the men arrived.  Lynda's father, as usual,
already had the first beers waiting so Lynda finished putting the snacks
into the bowls.  There was a small TV in the kitchen so she turned it on to
watch.  Since her mother had died, Lynda was the hostess for her father's
friends.  She knew enough to keepherself entertained until her father
called for the snacks.  She actually enjoyed playing waitress for the men.
It made her feel like an adult.  When her mother had been alive, Lynda was
sent to her room for the evening.  At least now she didn't feel caged in.

   "Lynda, can you bring out some chips?" her father called.

   She grabbed the bowl and obediently brought it into the room.  She had
hoped the men would notice her new dress but they were too engrossed in the
game to look up.  Her father had muttered, "Thanks," but that was the only
recognition she had received.  A little disappointed, Lynda walked back
into the kitchen.

   A while later, Henry grumbled, "How the hell do I get another beer
around here?" His obvious joke drew a laugh from the others.

   "Lynda, I think the guys need you," her father chuckled.

   "We don't need your kid, we need beer!" George laughed.  The crack made
Lynda laugh too as she went to the refrigerator for the beer.  George was a
nice guy but no women would ever consider him a "catch." Cradling the beers
in her arms, Lynda went into the room.

   This time the men were between hands.  "How's my little girl tonight?"
Matt asked.

   "Sorry Matt," her father chuckled.  "There's no little girls around
here. Aside from us guys, there's only a young lady who is now working as a
model."

   "You mean my favorite little girl is now a model?" Matt exclaimed as he
faked astonishment.  Lynda smiled loving the attention she was now getting.

   "Little girl?  I told you there was no little girl here.  Little girls
wear tee shirts and white cotton panties.  Lynda, come here and we'll show
them what 'ladies' wear," her father boasted.

   Lynda walked to her father and put her back to him to get unzipped.  To
her, being seen wearing only her underwear in front of the men was no big
deal.  When she had gone on vacation with her father's friends, they had
seen her in underwear anyway.  They had all seen her hundreds of times
before.  This time she was actually looking forward to letting them see. 
Before, she had always been in her "little girl" underwear when her father
unzipped her to get ready for bed or when she came out to kiss her father
good night.  With her new bra and panty set, she felt unusually pretty.

   With the dress unzipped, Lynda pulled her arms out and let the dress
fall.  She beamed as the men responded, "Wow...  Pretty...  Nice...  I like
it...  Sexy"

   "Do we get to have a sexy waitress in bra and panties tonight?" Henry
asked?

   Lynda looked at her father.  He smiled and nodded.  "Yeah!" she answered
excitedly.  She remembered the boy at the store and her father and wondered
if the other men would react the same way to her.

   "Why don't you go hang your dress up and then get the pretzels," her
father suggested.  Lynda picked up the dress and ran to her room.  She
carefully hun it up and then looked into her mirror.  The bra looked fine
to her so she adjusted her panties, smoothing the waistband after lowering
it a little then adjusted the material over her little butt so it seemed to
show that off a little better too.  Once she thought everything looked
perfect, she went to the kitchen to get the pretzels.

   She brought the pretzels out and then went to get another round of beer.
The men all smiled and nodded but only Matt had added, "Thanks, sexy." The
compliment brought a big grin to Lynda's face.  Except for her father and
the photographer, no one had ever told her she was sexy.  Her father "had"
to say things like that and Don probably said that to everybody.  Matt had
said it to just her.

   The game continued and Lynda played their bra and panty clad waitress
getting beer and snacks.  The men would watch her as she brought things in
and always smile at her.  Although no one said anything about her state of
dress, Lynda could tell they liked it.  Occasionally Lynda would see one of
them put their hand to their crotch and "adjust" things.  A few times, they
would catch her looking but just smile at her.  She thought it was nice
they didn't make her feel awkward by looking and the fact she was making
them "uncomfortable" down there made her thrilled.

   "Could you bring in some more beer for us?" her father called.  Lynda
did as she was asked and found the men taking a break from the game.

   She handed out the beers.  "So you're working as a model, huh?" Henry
asked.

   Lynda nodded happily.  She had hardly talked to them all night although
she did receive plenty of attention.  "She's a lingerie model," her father
boasted.

   "I can see why!" George exclaimed, admiring Lynda.

   "She's even done some nude modeling," her father added.

   "Nude?  I'd love to see that!  Can I?" Matt asked him.

   "You'll have to ask her," her father said nodding towards Lynda.

   "Well?" questioned Matt, moving his chair so he was facing Lynda.

   Lynda looked at Matt.  It was obvious he was aroused by the tent in his
pants.  She had already been seen nude so what was a few more people.  She
smiled and walked over to Matt.  She turned her back to him and coyly
asked, "Would you undo me?"

   Matt reached up and unhooked the girl's bra.  She held it in place as
she slowly turned.  Everyone was smiling at her.  Slowly she dropped her
arms and let the bra slide down.  "Beautiful!" Matt mumbled.

   "Wow!" George exclaimed softly.  Henry's breath sucked in.

   "You going to take your panties off too?" her father asked.

   Lynda dropped her bra to the floor and looked at the men.  Each had a
big grin on their faces and was nodding but said nothing.  She was amazed
at their admiring looks.  How could she refuse such a request when they had
all been so nice to her?

   Lynda hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to push.  Trying
her best to look sexy, she went as slowly as she could.  The panties eased
down her hips and slid over her ass.  She felt the waistband tighten just
below her ass cheeks as it slid below the roundness.  She spread her feet a
few inches and let the panties fall.  As they crumpled on the floor, she
stepped out of them then stood straight allowing the men to see her naked
body.  She smiled as their jaws dropped.  They all had the same look on
their faces as the boy at the store had.

   "Turn around so they can see all of you," her father instructed.  Lynda
grinned and slowly turned as the men moaned their approval.  As she faced
them again, she saw Henry pull his hand from his pants.  She was proud that
she had made grown men hard with her young body.

   For a minute or two, she just stood and let the men admire her.  "She
sure isn't a little girl anymore," one of the men said.  "Guess not,"
another commented.

   "Has there been a lucky boy yet?" George asked.  Lynda wasn't sure
exactly what he means so she ignored the question.

   "I don't think so," her father answered.  "Come here, Lynda." Lynda
walked over to her father and stood next to him still facing the other
three men so she could bask in their admiration.  "I'm your father so I
have to know these things.  I'm not going to hurt you but I have to touch
you to be sure, OK?"

   Lynda had no idea what her father was talking about but trusted he
wouldn't hurt her.  She nodded to him.  "OK, I want you to spread your feet
apart some," her father told her and she did.  "A little more," he
requested.  He then put a finger in his mouth, wetting it.  "This will only
take a minute."

   Lynda watched as her father's hand went to her pussy.  She blushed a
little.  Her father had seen her naked many times but this was the first
time he had ever touched her.  Still, he was her father so she didn't make
any moves to stop him.  "I'm going to put my finger in you but just for a
second.  Just relax.  It won't hurt," her father calmly told Lynda.

   Lynda felt her pussy lips part as her father gently pushed.  Lynda had
put her own finger inside her when she masturbated but no one else had ever
touched her there.  She felt her pussy stretch around her father's finger.
His were much bigger than hers.  Slowly her father's finger sank into her.
It felt strange to Lynda.  She had put her finger there too but had always
been too afraid to go too deep.  She was a little embarrassed to have her
father put his finger in her in front of the other men but it did feel
nice.

   She looked down at her father's hand.  She couldn't see much because of
where it was but she was grateful it was covering her so the other men
couldn't really see the finger buried in her slit.  He pushed in deeper. 
It was strangely exciting to have a finger so deep inside her.  Suddenly
she felt a little pressure deep inside her.  Her father's finger stopped
for a moment, then pulled out.  As it did, he slid it up a little hitting
that little button she had discovered a few weeks ago.  The little jolt it
produced made her giggle.

   "Nope, she's still a virgin," her father announced.

   "Come here for a minute," Matt asked.

   Lynda nervously walked over to him.  She wondered if he was going to put
his finger in her too.  He didn't wet his finger but he reached out.  She
looked down as his finger and thumb closed together as the edge of one of
her pussy lips.  "Look, you're growing hair!" he said as Lynda felt the
little tug of a few strands of hair.  Lynda looked a the spot and saw a few
fine strands of dark hair.  A grin came over her face.  She was maturing!

   "Let me see," Henry blurted.  Lynda proudly walked over to him and
opened her legs a little.  He bent down and looked for the fuzz.  "You're
right!  I can see the dark hair." Lynda smiled.  Even she hadn't noticed
the slight growth.  As George also wanted to see, Lynda went over to him
showing off her womanly virtues.  She then walked back over to her father
again.

   He reached out and put his hands on her hips pulling her into him.  As
she snuggled in, his hands went to her ass.  "You know, you're turning in
to quite a lady," he smiled.  "It's getting late though.  Why don't you go
to bed now.  I'll be right in to say goodnight." Lynda kissed him on the
cheek, said good night to the others, then scurried off to her room.

   It had been a fun night.  The men had made her feel pretty and grown up.
She pulled back her covers and crawled into bed waiting for her father. 
She didn't bother to pull the blankets up.  Her little button, woken up by
her father's finger was screaming for attention.  She waited for her father
for a while but thought he must have gotten tied up in the game again.

   Her hand went to her crotch and her fingers found that lonely love
button.  Gently she began to rub it and was rewarded by the pleasant
sensations she had begun to know so well.  Her eyes closed as her arousal
grew.  "Lynda..." a voice disturbed her.  She opened her eyes and saw her
father standing beside the bed.  Immediately she pulled her hand away from
her pussy.  She blushed but the darkness of the room stopped her father
from noticing.

   "That's OK," her father said knowingly.  Lynda knew what he meant.  "Don
called me today.  How would you like to do some more pictures tomorrow?"

   "Yeah!" Lynda exclaimed.

   "Great.  Now go back to your fun and don't stay awake all night," her
father grinned as he kissed her cheek.  She watched him as he walked out of
the room, closing the door behind him.

   Darkness settled around her.  Lynda's hand went to her crotch again. 
She had some unfinished business that had to be taken care of now.