Playing Dressup: Hair
Now you're left with a massive hardon when you have to stand up and mess with her hair. God this is going to be interesting isn't it? Holding the towel in your hand you awkwardly stand up and move to your desk pulling up your email and the promised video from your wife. For a while you have some peace as your daughter is spinning around and around in the desk chair left foot braced on the seat while her right makes lazy motions that keep her moving around and around. You do your best not to look that way as the flash of white that is her panties keeps drawing your attention back over and over.
The video spools up and you hit play, that catches her attention and she scoots closer to join you watching as the lady in the video explains how to make a waterfall braid. "I don't know Daddy it looks kind of hard." Having her so close while you're still so keyed up is causing your rebellious prick to twitch and jerk in your shorts but you can handle this, you're a grown male and you've had a hardon before... Just ignore it and it will go away.
Besides you have to focus on getting her hair right.
The braid doesn't look much harder than a regular braid; you're just twisting hair and adding a piece that falls through the twist. With more outward confidence then you're feeling you pick up a comb and pull her around to face the computer with you behind her. You start out slowly, collecting some of her long hair from the front as you make a part down the center of her head. Then you divide two sections out of her hair and cross them over once, another section of hair you lay across the bottom strand and you twist again. It takes a little while before you get back into the hang of braiding with this new addition but it's not too hard to do. The first braid looks horrible, but you expected that it's been a while since you had to do this and you're a little distracted by what's happening in your shorts.
She's fidgeting a little when you work on the second time through and it doesn't look much better than the first. "Baby you have to hold still." The gentle rebuke is enough to have her sitting up straight in her chair and helping you as much as she can by sitting still. The third time it looks more like the video but you think you can do better still so you unravel it once more. "Okay so you want one down either side so they join in the back? Like in the video? Or just on one side or the other?" The way it comes out frames her ear with the soft silky hair and makes her look like a princess to you but then she always looks like a princess to you.
She looks at the various pictures that came with the video and then up at you. "Can you do the way that has one on either side? I kind of like how that looks." She sounds doubtful, but the look of longing in her eyes makes your heart melt and other things get harder... The odd look that comes over her face and her turning to sniff at you is so totally unexpected that you just stand there for a moment while her hot breath puffs against your belly fur and the front of your shorts.
Finally you force words through your foggy brain and get out, "Baby what are you doing?" Your hands were already touching her hair and you can't stop yourself from balling your fists up and holding tightly, wishing she'd press just a little against what she's sniffling.
As she lifts her head you make yourself let go, after all she's your daughter, you can't very well hold her face pressed against your groin and not have her ask all kinds of questions. "I was smelling Daddy, you smell good! Did you put on aftershave or something?" All you can think right now is 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' since your dirty old mind has once again conjured up all kinds of things that you could tell her to make her spend more time blowing her hot sweet breath over your straining shorts.
Clearing your throat you whisper, "No baby, it must be my soap..." as your once again trembling fingers go back to manipulating her hair. Carefully you manage the first braid, pick up a little clip and secure it from slipping then work on the second braid all the while castigating yourself for letting her shove her nose down against the front of your shorts like that.