This is a work of fiction, and all participants in sexual activities are 18 or older

I'm a 54 year old widower and empty nester. I lost my wife of 20 years to covid during the pandemic. My son 22 had followed my, my father's and his father's foot steps and was serving as a USAF Security Forces member in the UK, and my daughter 19 was finishing up her sophomore year of college. So I live alone in a large 4 bedroom house.

My wife and I had been nudists from the start of our marriage and raised our children that way. When our son hit puberty, she asked me if it would be fine that when he turned 18, she took his virginity, and I agreed but only if our son agreed and that I could take our daughter's if she agreed when she hit 18. So when my daughter entered puberty, my wife sat her down and gave her "The birds & the bees" talk. Afterward, my wife told my daughter a few things. Afterward, my wife and daughter agreed upon a few things.

1. If she had any questions to come to her and ask.
2. She could date boys, maybe even kiss them, but they had to first come to the house and pass her father's muster.
3. Most importantly, her virginity belonged to her father, and he was going to collect it on her 18th birthday.

June 2021 It was a few days before my daughter's 18th birthday, and I'd made arrangements for everyone to meet at her favorite restaurant the Saturday night before her birthday on Sunday. I desperately wished that my wife was with us to help her, but I'd lost her to the covid the year before. So I had to plan everything.

Saturday rolls around. I get up a bit late (7:00 instead of 5:30). Fix breakfast and go knock on my daughter's door and tell her that breakfast is ready. She comes out of her room beaming and says excitedly, "Tomorrow's the big day, daddy," hugs me and kisses my cheek. We walk hand in hand, Daddy and his little girl to the dining room table and eat our breakfast. I tell her that I have to run a few errands before her party that night and hand her some cash telling her to go have a spa day. I suggest that she get a mani pedi, her hair done, and anything else that she can think of. She thanks me and, after breakfast, goes to call her friends and cousin (Stacy) and asks them all if they want to go have a spa day, and most of them say yes.

Once my daughter is on her way, get dressed and head up to the mall in Asheville. As I'm walking to Victoria's Secret, I text her and ask what color of nail polish she is getting, and she texts back one hand half done in a deep ruby red color. I thank her for her input, but she texts back why, and I reply, "Reason." At Victoria's Secret, I pick out two sexy sets of lingerie that compliment her nails with the help of the sales staff. One just a bra & panties and the other a bra, panties, garter, stocking set with a matching robe. I get two pairs of open toed high heels, one a more conservative pair to match the first set, the other a pair of "stripper" stilettos to match the second set. I go buy her a nice dress to also match the first set. I stopped for a haircut, and to get a new sports jacket, pants, shirt & shoes to also compliment her dress. My final stop was by a wine shop to buy a couple of bottles of a nice sweet fruity red wine (honestly, wine was never my thing, and I bought what I liked).

On the way home, I stopped at a car wash and washed the filthy beast that I called my truck. Once home, I hide the wine, the stripper heels, and the second negligee set in my closet and wait for my daughter's return with everything else boxed or bagged up for her on the table.

When she returned, she models her nails, both fingers and toes, and her new hair do. Her makeup had already been applied her lips were the same deep ruby red as her nails. She was wearing eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner. I asked if she'd be able to refresh her makeup, and she jiggled a little bag and said, "Of course, Daddy. I sweep my hand over to the table, indicating her presents waiting for her, and say, "Happy birthday, baby girl." She goes over opens everything Saya that she loves it, then looking at the lingerie says, "naughty daddy, not until tomorrow." "That's for the party tonight, honey." So she gathered up her "loot" and headed to her bedroom to get changed. I went to my room to do the same.

When she came out of her room, she was absolutely stunning. Her new dress accentuated the 34D/25/34 curves of her 5' 9" 123 lbs frame. I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture. I told her that I thought that she was gorgeous, and she did a little twirl. She then looked at me and said, "damn dad, you're handsome too." "Thanks hun" I responded and put my elbow out for her to grab, which she did. That evening, I opened every door for my little princess and helped her get into and out of my truck each time. We had a wonderful dinner with her friends and our family, and she was immensely embarrassed when the wait staff brought out her birthday cake and sang their birthday song to her.

After dinner, I drove us home, and we chatted about the big day tomorrow. I told her that when we got home that she should go to bed as soon as she could and that I'd take care of tomorrow when the time was right. At the house, once I parked, I got out, ran around the truck, opened her door, and helped her down. As I did, she kissed me on the lips lovingly and thanked me for the clothes and for the wonderful evening. I walked her to the door and as I opened it she looked at me with tears in her eyes "Thanks dad I just wish that mom was here to see how wonderful a man you are," as she went broke down and cried. I embraced her, pulling her face into my chest, and patted her back, trying to comfort her.

When she stopped crying, I stepped back and looked at her, bringing her chin up with the fore & middle finger of one hand, "You're mother knew what kind of man I was, Jess. Why do you think she married me?" And she laughed. I told her that I loved her and that it was time for her to go to bed, which she did.

End of part 1