My Daughters Panties
I had been fantasizing about it for months. I had imagined it happening in my mind a thousand times. I had lusted for it, pined for it, obsessed about it and desired it more than anything else. Today it was finally going to happen.
My teenage daughter had recently come of age and was blossoming into the beautiful young woman she was destined to become. She was classy, smart and had that naughty glint in her eye that made me go weak at the knees. All I could think about was getting into her panties. Every time I saw her all I could do was think about what it would be like to have her.
It all began one day when I was in her bedroom tidying up. We had been in the middle of an argument, and I had decided to take a break and go clean her room. As I was picking up her clothes and tidying her drawers, I stumbled upon a pair of her panties. I was so aroused that I couldn’t help but stop and look at them.
The material was soft and delicate, and the lace had an exquisite pattern on it. I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to touch them and smell them, so I did. I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was feminine and intoxicating and I found myself getting lost in my own thoughts of what it would feel like to be inside her.
After that day I couldn’t get them out of my head. I would grab them in passing and stroke my fingers along the soft lace, imaging all the naughty things I wanted to do with her.
Finally, after months of fantasizing, I could take it no longer. I had planned an intimate dinner in our home, where I could be alone with her and set the mood. I spent all day cooking, setting the table and lighting candles to create a romantic atmosphere.
When she arrived I could immediately see that she was excited. I asked her to change out of her school uniform and into something more casual. She scurried off to her bedroom and after a few minutes she emerged wearing a tight fitting top that showed off her body and a pair of her sexy panties.
I felt my pulse racing and my heart pounding in my chest. She smiled seductively and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I slowly walked up to her and took her in my arms. I kissed her passionately and our tongues entwined.
I ran my hands up and down her body and felt the soft fabric of her panties. I felt the heat radiating from her and I knew I had to have her. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom where I slowly undressed her.
She lay before me naked and vulnerable, her body tense with anticipation. I could feel a deep desire burning in me and I took her in my arms and started to make love to her. Our bodies moved together as one, until I finally entered her.
I caressed her body and explored every inch of her. I teased her with my tongue and touched her until she moaned with pleasure. I wanted to make sure that I gave her the pleasure she deserved, so I moved slowly and gradually increased my pace.
We moved together in perfect harmony until I could feel her body trembling with pleasure. I could feel my own pleasure rising and with one final thrust I reached my peak.
As we lay there afterwards, I kissed her gently and told her how much I loved her. I tenderly removed her panties and placed them in my pocket, to remember the night by.
My daughter was now a woman, and I was a lucky man. We had made love for the first time and I had tasted the sweet pleasure of her body. I had reached the pinnacle of my desires, and the memories of the night would stay with me forever.
