Fathers And Daughters (3):
Underwear (MF)
by DrSpin

(296 words)

"Anthea, I wish you'd wear suitable underwear when you go out with me. I find it awkward dealing with waiters with eyes falling out and young men who want to fight me for you."

She looked at him over her shoulder. "What are you talking about?"

He looked away uncomfortably. "If you must know, I think you should wear a bra."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"It's obvious." He was already regretting his irritable outburst.

She turned with a tight smile. "Dad, your knowledge of women's underwear would not even make a grammatical sentence."

He picked up a newspaper, sat down, and pretended to read. She stood in front of him, posing aggressively. "What's the problem, Dad? I don't see anything out of place."

If anything, her nipples were pressing through the cream blouse more prominently than before. "You know perfectly well what I mean," he said grumpily. "Look, I didn't mean to criticise you. I just wish you had . . ." He tailed off.

"Worn a bra?"

He shrugged.

She whipped the blouse over her head in a flash. "Well, what's this, then? Could it be . . .Dad, I think it's a bra."

She smiled at him maliciously. "So what's the problem here," she asked, with an exaggerated air of innocence. The bra was flesh-coloured, a semi-transparent lightweight thing, and her nipples showed darkly and stood out like covered buttons.

"No problem." He resumed reading. "Forget everything I said."

"Maybe you'd like to inspect my underwear before we go out in future. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

"You've made your point," he said. Her breasts hung heavily, contained but scarcely concealed, and with an effort he moved his gaze away from them. She picked up her blouse and left the room.