Daddy comes first

It was an effort, but Lucy dragged her eyes away from the scene unfolding right in front of her. As she took one last glimpse, the girl was gyrating back against the man desperately, and Lucy seemed sure she was fast approaching an orgasm.

But even with the thrill of that view, she decided that she should turn back to her daddy, he was her reason for being here on the dance floor, and it was him whom was here to please. So, still keeping in time with the music all around her, she begun to turn her body back towards him. Even as she was halfway around, she let her head turn further, smiling at him, so pleased to see that he was focusing on her and not the couple just behind her. It filled her with pride that he wanted to watch her even with all the other views available around her now.

As she danced alone, she could feel her dress move around her body, the short skirt caressing over her thighs, her firm breasts bouncing slightly in the bra. And she danced for him alone, facing him, her eyes on him as she gyrated to the music. As she danced, she felt herself fall deeper into the music and the excitement of what she had already seen here tonight.

She allowed her hands to begin to roam her body more freely. At first she caressed her hips just like she would do often when she danced anywhere, but here she felt more able to progress from there. Her hands begun to move more and more over herself, fingers sprayed wide as they wandered upwards, roaming over her stomach, then onto her breasts, cupping them even as she leaned forward slightly towards him.

He sat back relaxing in his chair, but she could see his eyes were following her hands. She felt amazing, knowing she had his total attention. And that feeling encouraged her onwards. She caressed her breasts through her dress and bra, pushing them together now and again, loving that he was clearly enjoying her performance.

As the music changed tempo, she decided it was time for her to change too. She allowed her hands to caress down her body again, this time sliding around her hips and over your bum, enjoying the feel of her hands rubbing her skirt over her bare cheeks, and smiling as he watched without being able to see her hands behind her. But soon enough she allowed them to run around the front of her dress, then down her thighs, fingers hooking under the hem of it. And she teased him with it, swaying her hips in time with the music and easing the dress higher, but not yet high enough to show him her underwear.

And his smile was enough to make her know she was pleasing him so much.