First post here. Playing around with some OC characters in a DD/lg dynamic. Everyone is over 18.
I pull on the outfit that Papa Bear has chosen for me. Soft pink panties and bra, a pink skirt that is light and airy and kisses the middle of my thighs. I pull on a white cotton tee shirt and a big straw hat to protect me from the sun. I twirl in the mirror and see the skirt spin out with me and know if I spin too fast I will flash my panties.
“Little Bear? Are you ready? I have a present for you.” Papa Bear calls from the other room.
I pull on my shoes and skip down the hall. Papa Bear has a big smile on his face seeing me in my pink outfit and I blush. He is holding a box with a little ribbon on it and a clap my hands. I feel so lucky to have a Papa that spoils me.
“Go ahead open it.”
I pull the ribbon and open the box. Inside is a soft ornament that looks like a pretty pink butterfly. I touch it. It feels like jello. When I pick it up, I see the two lacy straps on either side of the wings. I can’t help the twitch in my brows. “Is it for my hair? A necklace?”
Papa Bear chuckles at me. “No, no silly bear.” All of a sudden the pink butterfly starts to dance in my hand with vibrations. “Its for inside your panties.”
I blush and almost drop it as the vibrations stop. I swallow and squint up at Papa Bear.
“Lift your skirt up.” I pull the hem and hold my skirt as Papa Bear kneels in front of me and ties the first strap around my left thighs. Pulling my panties down slightly, he nestles the pink butterfly in my panties, I hear him moan and kiss my naked mound. Papa Bear takes a deep breath, “a pink butterfly for your pretty pink flower.” The next strap wraps around my right thigh and I feel my panties slide back up. The butterfly lays against my slit.
When Papa Bear stands I let my skirt fall and smooth it out. It is invisible to see under the skirt. Then I feel the buzz again. I gasp and Papa Bear takes my chin in his hand.
“Today is going to be lots of fun for us. But,” he turns my head up to look up at his blue eyes and gives me a soft kiss, the vibrations increase. “Little Bear is NOT going to cum without Papa Bear’s permission. Understand?”
My eyes flutter and I try to squeeze my thighs together. “Yes Papa Bear.” Suddenly the buzzing stops.
I pick up my bag and follow Papa Bear out to the truck. I have trouble getting up inside and he helps me step up into the passenger seat.
“Where are we going?” I ask as Papa Bear fastens my seatbelt. I take my hat off in the cab and place it in my lap.
He kisses my cheek. “It’s a surprise.” He winks and moves to the driver’s seat. I wiggle and feel the butterfly again. We drive through the houses and through town until I can see my university in the distance. We make turns onto the back roads. I watch the scenery as we zip by until I start to see the water.
“Are we going to the lake?” I ask excitedly and squeeze my hat. He chuckles. We drive onto the main street by the boat docks. I jump out of the truck and skip around to the drivers side and give him a big hug. I love the lake. Then I realize that I don’t have my swimsuit and can’t help the little frown.
“Come on,” he takes my hand and we walk down the quaint little main street. “We can get Little Bear a swimsuit and maybe a beach ball.” I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders and pull me close.
Inside the store a little bell rings as we enter and a little old lady smiles. I stroll through rows of suits and toys and towels. I pick a pink bikini with white polka dots on it and look around to find Papa Bear. I find him holding towels and a beach ball.
“You need to try it on.”
“It will fit.”
“No,” I see him smile and the vibration starts again. “You need to try it on.”
I bite my lip and quickly move to the changing room. Behind the curtain I cup my hand over my panties for some relief from the buzz and try to stifle a whimper. The buzzing stops and I breathe deeply. I pull the shirt over my head and try on the bikini top. It fits, but the strings are really long. The bottoms fit perfect and I know Papa Bear will like the cut. The soft pink and polka dots are so cute and highlight my sit spots. Suddenly the buzzing starts again and I squeeze my thighs, slipping my hands between my legs. My eyes are closed as I feel my pussy get wet and rise towards orgasm.
The curtain pulls open and Papa Bear is in the fitting room with me.
“Little Bear? Are you touching yourself?” His brow is furrowed.
“No. No I was just. Its loud. What if people hear?” I look up at his eyes and pant.
“Turn around.” He turns my shoulders to look in the mirror. “You will not touch the butterfly.”
“I’m sorry Papa.” I close my eyes as his hands travel over the soft pink fabric of the bikini top.
“I forgive you. How can Papa Bear be upset when you look so pretty in pink.” His hands tease my nipple through the triangle. “Mmmmm. Your nipples are getting hard. Are you turned on by my little gift?”
I whine. His hands skim over the front of the butterfly and he presses it firmer against my clit. The butterflies antennae tickle me and I press against his hand. The fingers slip around to squeeze my bottom.
“No cumming without permission. Or little bear will be on the lake with a pink bikini and a red bottom.”
I gasp as Papa Bears fingers slip behind my thighs and slip into my pussy so easily. I moan and clasp a hand over my mouth as Papa Bear’s thick fingers, first one and then two, pump into me. I feel my greedy little flower flow down his fingers and I whine.
“Please Papa Bear. I’m close. You’ll make me…”
“Not yet. Don’t cum.” His fingers pump faster.
“Please. I can’t help it.” I tense an squeeze as I climb to the edge.
“Yes you can.” He kisses my neck and I ache for release as the butterfly buzzes and then abruptly stops. Papa Bear slides his fingers out just before I fall into orgasm. I hear him chuckle as he spreads his fingers and I can see my wetness in the mirror. “Open.”
I open my mouth and he slides his fingers into my mouth and I taste my excitement. When his digits are clean he slips away again. I dress and pick up the bikini and we go to pay. The little old lady at the counter smiles and I blush crimson on both cheeks hoping she is none the wiser.
Outside, Papa Bear takes my hand and pulls me close. Let’s go get some lunch. And maybe ice cream.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oswvfn/a_day_at_the_lake_part_one_mf_ddlg_ds_denial