Playing Dressup: Jewelry
"Now, now dearie mustn't get too excited we have a long way to go to get you ready for your big debut!" Reluctantly you push her away, pretending to realize that you've forgotten something in your haste to set up this 'salon'. "Oh my no!" You moan looking around. "I haven't brought the jewelry!"
You bounce to your feet and grab her hand hurrying her with you through the living room and up the stairs, only making minor concessions to the too high shoes she's wearing. "Come, come we must hurry to rectify this gross lapse in my preparations!" You lead her, nearly stumbling down the hall to your room and directly to her mother's vanity.
Sitting yourself so she can't take the stool you sort through various drawers holding costume jewelry until you locate the bag your wife suggested, this you toss onto the tabletop as you root around for more sets of jewelry pulling out little bags that are all color coordinated to match what is held within, you grab one of each color on offer, black, red, yellow, orange, purple, silvery and the original coral one that you found first. "Here we are!" Turning you pull her close, so she's standing between your thighs tottering a little on those high heels and looking a bit out of breath from the mad dash up here.
She puts her hands on your shoulders to stop herself from swaying and giggles a bit. "You mean I can wear Mommy's jewelry too?" You can almost see the visions of diamonds dancing in her eyes and privately snort to yourself, not in your lifetime baby.
Aloud you say, "But of course ma Petite, what else would you wear? I'm sure you have lovely things but Mommy's are so much more... sophisticated, don't you think?"
First you reach for the black, which even before you start to untangle the necklace has her shaking her head. "Too dark, it has to be something lighter."
You slide the set back into its bag and toss it back into the drawer. "Oh I so agree, what a sharp young chick you are!" Next you open the purple, but that's also too dark and makes her shake her head, the red is likewise vetoed. The yellow comes next, and she has you set that aside since it's a pretty sunflower pendant that will hang right between her breasts drawing more attention there. She makes a face at the orange pumpkins with jack-o-lantern faces in black, "Oh no, no, no," you exclaim, "This will never do, it's not Halloween after all." And toss those into the drawer with the other rejects.
The silvery bag actually holds some promise, it's a double chain with clear crystals linked into the chain and a matching three chained bracelet. This joins the yellow bag in the possible pile before your fingers reach for the coral bag. With some trepidation you open this bag and spill into your palm a beautiful coral necklace, bracelet and ear bangles in two different shades, a pink that's just a touch lighter than her dress and an orange that matches the claw polish you've got sitting on your desk downstairs.
For a moment you think you've lost her but you're determined to have her choose the correct item so you gather up all three possibilities and smile at her. "Let's take them all down and see which suits the dress best once you have it on yes?" This of course gets her immediate agreement since it means she can try on all three sets and preen a little in front of the mirror.
Then it's another mad dash back down the stairs, during which you catch her so she doesn't fall, setting her back on the inappropriate shoes before urging her to hurry down the stairs with you once more. So far your wife's suggestions have been right on the mark, shouldn't be too much longer before she gives up on the shoes. "Oh lollipop, you don't want to go falling at the dance like that, imagine the humiliation that would cause you!"
Back in your office she tries to take a seat in your chair but you're wise to the fatigue her legs must be feeling and shove it out of the way with a negligent flick of your wrist. "Not now peaches'n'cream lets start getting you dressed!" You grab the underthings that she brought down with her and shake them out, sucking in a quick breath as you realize you're holding a strapless bra and a tiny pair of panties both made of some silky smooth material not unlike some of the things your wife has in her closet. Your misbehaving cock puts in its two cents at this point, leaving a damp spot on the front of your boxers, which thankfully your sweet little girl can't see.
Keeping your head down you spread the panties out with your trembling hands so that she can step into them, reminding yourself over and over that you did this many, many times while she was growing up and this is nothing new, no matter how much your cock throbs in your shorts. She puts her hands on your shoulders and steps into the garment you're holding, looking down so that she can make sure the heels don't catch on the material.
Slowly, you draw the tiny garment up her legs, shifting the towel out of the way as your hands pass her knees, then they and the panties are hidden behind the soft terry cloth until you feel her hips under your fingers and let go. You can't help the soft almost inaudible moan when the panties find resistance under that towel and you know they've touched what you are starting to imagine in details that are totally inappropriate to a father's thoughts for his daughter.
The towel hits the floor as she turns presenting you with the view of her backside in that form fitting silky material as you fumble with the bra. Rising up on your knees you reach around her body sliding your left fingers from where your right are holding one end of the garment along it to the other side. Carefully you wrap it around her upper torso and deftly fasten the ends together breathing a little fast now as she adjusts things in the front to sit correctly. You find yourself watching her like she was a train wreck about to happen, tormented by the thought of it and yet unable to look away as she turns in place and smiles at you.