Try again to let him know who you are.

"Daddy?" I say around the lump in my throat.

"You're doing fine baby girl," His smooth voice purrs, "Keep doing what you're doing, your self conscious routine has me hard as a rock." He admits.

Shocked, I look over my shoulder at him, my movements momentarily slowing but not entirely stopping. When my eyes meet his, his small smile blossoms into a full sized grin.

"Daddy," I start again, "I'm your little girl." I blurt out.

"That you are baby girl," He replies, clearly amused by my words. He makes a little gesture for me to continue.

Hooking my fingers into the elastic band of my panties, I start to slide them down a little, I cant believe I'm doing this, but at least my blouse should hide everything. I think at the surreal situation, I find myself leaning forward as I slide my panties down my hips. I glance between my legs, meeting my father's eyes and realizing that in this position, my blouse has ridden up in a way to leave most of my ass on display.

I stand up abruptly, blushing furiously as I reach behind myself to make sure my shirt is down far enough to hide myself again.

I hear a rich, amused laugh from behind me, "Keep going my sweet little slut," A hint of laughter in his voice.

Holding my shirt closed in front of me, I turn to face him again. When my eyes meet his, his earlier amusement has been replaced by something hungry. I can tell that he expects me to continue.

The feeling in my belly and between my legs has continued to grow, leaving me trembling slightly. I look away, unable to hold his gaze as I let my shirt fall open again, this time my neatly trimmed pussy comes into view. Every parent has seen their child naked at some point. I reason to myself, There's no harm in this.

Turning my back to him again, I reach behind myself for the clasp of my bra, intimately aware of the cool office air on my ass as my blouse rides up a little bit. When the bra comes loose, I let both it, and my blouse slide from my shoulders to fall on the ground at my feet.

My heart is thundering in my chest is almost deafening, and I can feel an unusual wetness between my legs that now accompanies the odd, but pleasant, sensation that has been growing there.

My arms move, one to stray over my crotch, the other to cover my breasts, then I turn back towards my father. It takes all my will to meet his gaze.

"Move your arms so I can get a better look at you," He says firmly, his arms crossed over his own chest.

Trembling slightly, I move my arms to give him a clear look at my body.

His expression is hard to read, but he seems to be pleased by what he sees.