Positively.

“I might have a few pictures of women with piercings and tattoo’s.” He said, hesitantly. “But I wasn’t, you know.” He blushed.

“It’s alright Dad.” I suddenly realised something, “You like piercings and tats, but you haven’t seen any in real life. Not in that way.” I said, “You, like tats and piercings.” I emphasised.

Dad blushed more, “It’s not you honey,” He began, “I mean you are a very attractive young woman,” He paused, “But I wasn’t, it wasn’t you I was looking at.”

I laughed, “You were looking at a nice set of tits with piercings, and tats. Not your daughter’s tits.” I shifted in my seat turning side on to my father, “It’s alright Dad, I’m used to guys checking me out.” I leant forward to put my glass on the coffee table, my Floyd top gaping at the side.

I saw Dad’s eyes dart to my breast and back to my face again, “You have a few tattoos now?” He asked.

“Fourteen I think.” I smiled, “Hoops in both nipples, a rose vine up the side of my breast, though you saw that one.” I said, pointing at my exposed section of breast.

Dad downed the last of his drink, “I think I should call it a night Kim.” He said standing up, he didn’t take his eyes off my chest. “I might have a shower then head to bed.”

I smiled, “Alright daddy.” I said smiling, as I reached for my drink again. I was feeling powerful and horny, and felt like I would cum just off of Dad’s gaze.

He cleared his throat “Goodnight.” He said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

As soon as he left my hand went to my cunt, gently I rubbed my cunt as I downed the last of my scotch, then I stood up to prepare for bed. I was tempted to take my top off again, hope that Dad would get a glance of me in the hallway, but I thought it would be too much.

Instead I waited till I was in my bedroom, my parents kept a spare bedroom for whenever my brother or I were staying, he had moved to the far coast for school so wasn’t here often.

I stripped and curled up in bed, I rolled onto my side and positioned the covers so that I was almost covered. I gently fingered myself while I waited for the shower to stop, as soon as the water was turned off I licked my finger clean and moaned lightly, then played like I was asleep.

It was not long later I heard footsteps, I kept my eyes slightly open so that I could see what was going on. My father walked into the open doorway, he was wearing his red satin robe and boxes. He stood there for a moment or two before he adjusted himself, then he stepped up to the bed. He reached out towards me and paused, his hand just shy of my breasts and the blanket. I felt my nipples harden as his hand waited I hoped for his touch, I wanted my father to grope me.