Papa and I Ch. 03

Papa kissed my temple and then brushed past me without another word or glance. Then, the bathroom door was pressed firmly shut and locked behind him with a few clicks. I could do nothing but put my fists to my hip and puff out an indignant breath through my nose.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the love seat and my eyes widened at the "clothing" he had put out for me. There were exactly three articles laid out. The first was a bright red robe made from paper-thin satin. It was cut like a kimono, with short wide sleeves that, when worn, would extend only to my elbows. The length of the robe itself would only fall halfway down my thigh. The second article was the accompanying one and a half inch wide satin ribbon that would serve as a tie for the robe. The last piece was a matching, bright red pair of lacey, female panties. Hip hugging cheekinis.

I looked back over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door where the sound of the running shower was all that could be heard and I shook my head in disbelief. I had NO idea about Papa's tastes!

More than a little curious and my cock hard in anticipation, I took the panties and walked over to the mirror at the other side of the room. With my back to the mirror and head craning to watch, I stepped into them. I straightened my legs and kept them that way as I slid the surprisingly soft fabric slowly up my milky white calves, up past slender knees and firm thighs.

I was a-fuckin-roused!

I moaned aloud when the thin slip of fabric slid over my ass to my hips and the thin strip at the backside slid teasingly into the crack of my ass to rest on my aching, twitching, pink rosebud.

I had to admit, my round, firm, white buttocks looked pretty fucking good encased in bright red lace. Perhaps, Papa had started a regular thing here.

For a while, I adjusted my cock and balls. Luckily, neither are very big, and nestled in a comfortable bulge at the front.

I then donned the robe and left the room. Dinner would be a delightful torment as I was forced to sit clothed as such, in order to fulfill a hunger that did not nearly match the ceaseless yearning in my backside to be stretched to the limit around my Papa's engorged, monstrous cock. The only thing that made the next hour or so worth it was the thought that Papa would be suffering right along with me.