“So Do You Plan Your Tats and Piercings On Your Hair Colour?” he asked.

I paused, “Sometimes, but I know that I will always have red hair so I normally count on that.” I said putting the bottle down. “Like this one,” I said, pulling my top slightly to the side and leaning over to let Dad see the edge of a tat.

He laughed, “Can’t even tell what it is.” He said, I took a deep breath and thought to myself that now was probably the best chance I would get.

“Here,” I said undoing a few buttons, there weren’t that many with this top.

My father’s eyes went wide. “Kimberly.” He said.

I stopped on the last button, “What, oh come on, you saw most of everything last week.” I explained. He didn’t say anything further as I undid the last button.

“This tat,” I said, making sure to cover most of my breast so I could still argue I was showing him an example, “It’s belladonna, with red berries and purple blossoms.” I explained.

I watched as my father looked at the side of my breast and then took a mouthful of wine, “So you thought about your hair colour for that one?” He asked.

I smiled and pulled my hair out of its pony tail my top gaping open in the process. I flicked my hair around and pulled it down to the tat, “Same colour red.” I said, I realised that I had exposed a lot more of my breast to him, but also realised that what I had done was completely natural, it wasn’t just to try and seduce my father. I started to feel more comfortable in my seduction.

Dad took another mouthful of wine as I went to sit back down. “Well the detail is very nice.” He said.

I smiled, “Thank you Daddy. I am glad you appreciate them.” I leant back slightly making sure my top didn’t fall completely open and drank some more wine.

Conversation quickly returned to normal, but I constantly noticed my father’s gaze on my bare tits, especially any time I leant forward for the glass. I too was checking out my father, his cock had grown hard and was causing a mound in his crotch.

When we had both finished our wines we chatted a little more before Dad smiled, “Are you done for the night Kimmie? Or you want some scotch?” I smiled and got up, grabbing the scotch glasses from the high shelf my shirt rode up at the back revealing my lower back to Dad, then I turned around, my shirt flaring at the motion. I was excited and slightly drunk, I held the glasses as he poured us each a measure.

As he put the bottle down he looked back at me and stared straight at my tits, “What’s that?” he asked pointing and my heart leapt.