Page 54 of Chasing Amber

I leave her for a few minutes to grab a stepstool and my toolbox. When I return, she’s coming out of the bathroom wearing a white dress with thin vertical stripes in every color of the rainbow. It’s cotton, and I’m pretty sure my girl has nothing on underneath it.

For one thing, she went into the bathroom wearing nothing but a T-shirt, and I don’t think she keeps spare panties and bras in there. For another thing, I can see the pucker of her nipples against the thin cotton.

I have yet to see her fully naked, but I’m more than aware that her breasts are spectacular. This dress confirms it. She doesn’t need a bra for support. She wasn’t wearing one earlier today with the black dress. There have been many times she’s worn an evening gown without a bra, but this is different.

This dress is for an adult Little. It has a totally different feel from the slinky evening dresses she wears to gallery exhibitions.This dress is designed to fit an adult her size while appearing to be for a toddler at the same time. The bodice is stretched across her breasts. The sleeves are thin straps over her shoulders with a ruffle that makes the dress youthful. The skirt is full and short. If she were to spin, I would see whatever she’s not wearing under it, but not for long because I would spank her ass if I caught her spinning again.

“Do you like it?” she asks softly.

I realize I’ve been standing here like a statue, staring at her for several seconds. I swallow. “I love it.”

She glances down. “I don’t think Cassandra wears a bra when she’s in a Little headspace.”

“I don’t think Amber does either,” I respond, trying to keep my voice playful.

She giggles and turns around to head back into the bathroom.

I move toward the corner of the room to open my stepstool. If she comes out in anything that sexy again, I’ll probably hammer my thumb into the wall or fall off the stool.

Luckily, I’m still measuring to determine where to drill when she comes out the next time.

“Daddy?”

I glance over my shoulder and come down from the stool.Jesus.

This dress is purple. I certainly got the length right for these. They land just below her bottom. Some of them are less Little than others. There’s definitely a fashion style currently with younger women wearing what they call baby-doll dresses. Amber could wear a lot of these dresses out of the house without anyone batting an eye.

The reason I’m tongue-tied is because Amber doesn’t wear dresses most of the time. When she does, they’re usually floor-length. These shorter dresses designed for an adult Little aremaking me want to press her against the wall, kiss the sense out of her, and reach under the hem to verify that she’s not wearing panties.

“You’re so very pretty, baby. Show me another one,” I encourage.

She grins and spins to rush back into the bathroom.

The spinning makes my heart lurch, but she doesn’t realize the half-turn makes me nervous, so I don’t say anything.

Amber continues to model for me while I mount the camera. I’ve just finished, and I’m bent over putting my tools back in the box when she comes out yet again.

“How about this one, Daddy?”

I rise to look and stop dead. Thank God I’m not up on the stool. I would have fallen off. My girl is turning around in a slow circle as if to display the next dress, except she’s completely naked this time. I nearly swallow my tongue.

CHAPTER 20

Isaac

When I finally manage to convince my legs to move forward, I step closer to her and rub my chin. “Mmm. Turn around again. I’m not sure about this one. Maybe we need to exchange it.”

She giggles while making a dramatic show of turning in another full circle.

“You’re playing with fire, naughty girl,” I warn her.

“Maybe I like fire,” she taunts.

“Are you sure, baby? We can’t put this back in the box once we take it out.”

She saunters seductively toward me. “Isaac…” Her voice is lower. She leaped into an adult headspace in two point five seconds. “The box was overflowing. It nearly exploded all over the room when we opened it. We’ve been yanking things out of it and throwing them haphazardly around the apartment for two days. I looked inside, there’s nothing left. It’s way too late to send it back to the manufacturer.”

I slowly smile at her witty analogy. “Clever girl.” I hold out a hand. “Come here.”

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