Playing Dressup: Nails
Getting her seated in the rolling chair you pulled it close to the couch and settled down with the polish in one hand and a small towel in the other. You drape the towel over your thighs and reach for her left hand. "Let's start with your hands and then go on to your feet shall we?" A practiced shake of the little bottle then a twist of your wrist and you're holding the small brush in your fingers.
With a little giggle she wriggles her fingers getting comfortable in the chair in just those little panties and the matching bra that make you want to do things a Daddy should never want to do with his little girl so to distract yourself you start talking. "When I was in college I worked for a little while in a salon. See I had the darndest time getting girls to notice me and I thought if I worked where they were they'd realize that I was interesting." You let out a soft laugh and shake your head, paying careful attention to each stroke of the brush as you apply the polish to her delicate nails. "Boy was I wrong. Every one of the girls I thought was pretty thought I was gay, spoiled the whole experience for me. But I did manage to learn a few things in the three months I was there." You look up to see her drinking in every word you say and smile at her before you shift to her right hand.
"I learned how to paint nails and a little bit about braiding hair, but that was about all I took away from that job; well that and how to sweep hair up off the floor." A careful placement of your thumb nail on the side of her pinky and you remove a bit of polish that got on her fur before it has time to set in and become a problem. "One of the most important things I learned is that you need at least two coats of polish to bring out the right color on the nail." You switch hands again working over her left nails once more, fast and efficient in your movements.
You flash her another smile as you switch back to the right hand again and add, "As for braiding, well I bet we can find that video your Mom was using to learn how to do the waterfall and I can manage at least a half way decent approximation of it." With her hands finished you run your left hand down her calf to get her to bring her foot up. When she does you place it between your thighs for a moment, which puts those delicate toes right over your groin and reminds you that not only is she now touching your sheath through the ridiculous shorts you're wearing but she's still in only her bra and panties which is giving you a rather intimate view between her parted thighs. Before you find yourself in the embarrassing situation of needing to explain why your lap has a lump in it you lift her foot and start applying the polish to her toenails.
She seems to totally oblivious to the goings on in your shorts, "Does Mommy know you can do this?" She's bent her knee to pull herself closer to you and is watching avidly but that only makes the white material of her panties strain to cover her decently, a sight that you're sure will plague you later when you try once more to force your brain to let you sleep.
Question... she asked a question... Oh there it is, see your brain can work now and then even when it's fogged with dirty old man thoughts. "No Baby, Mommy doesn't know, this was before I met her and I don't think I ever told her about it." Finished with the first coat on her left foot you reach for her right and find yourself leaning down toward her lap as you fish it up from the floor. You can smell just the hint of her very feminine scent escaping that delicate material and you're over active libido is urging you to shove your face down just another inch or so to touch... You manage to overcome that urge and work on painting her right toenails.
She giggles a little, "So this is like our little secret then right Daddy? Something that no one else knows? I kind of like having secrets like that with you." You blink a few times trying to get the image that is in your head to clear so that you can focus on the task at hand, but it's hard with those words echoing in your head.
She settles her left leg in your lap while you work on the right toes, pressing the pad of her foot right up against your groin and experimenting with the light as it reflects off her nails she shifts her toes back and forth making the denim of your shorts slide over your quickly stiffening member. You should likely stop her from doing that you naughty old pervert, but figure the faster you paint her nails the faster she'll stop. When you switch feet again her right picks up right where the left foot stopped and you end up with her innocently rubbing the now firm length of your hard prick, while you try with trembling fingers to finish applying the second coat of polish to her left toenails.
It becomes a race to see if you can finish painting her toes before her innocent shifting does for you what she shouldn't be doing. You finish her left foot and lift her right once more only to have her settle the left right back into place where she can continue to press against that firmness in your shorts. Your hands are trembling so badly now as you try to finish her right foot that you have to fix a few spots where you've managed to get polish on her fur. Finally you push her chair away with your foot, "There you are madam, manicure and pedicures by Daddy." Thank god you put the towel in your lap, you're pretty sure she just thought she was toying with a roll of the towel as she giggles and examines the results of your painting efforts.