Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 1)

The light from a street lamp melted the shadows and Melinda drew in her breath. Her legs opened, revealing the silky tops of her thigh high nylons, her smooth thighs and then a pair of pale blue silk panties hugging the pouch of her sex.

She paused for a second with one leg out of the car.

Eric sat almost frozen, his eyes as large as saucers.

“Well, are we going to the movies or not?” Eric asked, again noticing that he was looking up her skirt. Another shiver ran through him. Now Melinda wasn’t sure whether the spreading of her thighs had been an accident on her part or not. She felt naughty tonight. It was just a little innocent fun, she told herself. The wine was making everything seem all right.

At the movie theater, they got sodas and popcorn and then found a seat near the back row. Since the movie had been out for a while, the theater wasn’t crowded.

They practically had the theater to themselves.

The movie was funny and light, making them both laugh. About midway through the movie, Eric carefully raised his arm and put it on the back of the seat behind his daughter, his arm touching her shoulders.