Chapter 5: Celebrating Success

After our two hours was up, they called back in the girls from the curb and shut down the water after hosing everything down and rinsing out the buckets and stuff. My dad announced that we’d set a new record - almost a thousand dollars! Evidently there had been some pretty huge tips! I just hoped that after all the hard work that I’d been responsible for a little of the haul.

I was about to get back in my dad’s SUV to head home when he put up his hand to stop me.

“You’re soaked young lady, please put down a towel before you get in.”

Him and his precious leather seats! I grabbed one of the dry ones that somehow had missed being used and laid it out on the seat before getting in.

“So how did I do daddy?” I asked. OK, so I was sixteen and long past the “daddy” stage but I knew my dad loved it when I called him that.

My dad laughed before composing himself again to answer. “Pretty damn good other than REALLY causing quite the scandal with some of the mothers. Sheesh, you should have heard some of their comments - almost as bad as your Aunt Sheri.”

My Aunt Sheri was about as opposite as she could be from my Aunt Linda. First, she was the wife of my dad’s younger brother whereas Aunt Linda was my mom’s younger sister. I guess the easiest way to describe her would be to say take everything about my Aunt Linda, turn it around completely, and you have my Aunt Sheri.

Whereas Aunt Linda was practically a nudist and loved sex, I sometimes wondered if my Aunt Sheri had only had sex twice in her life - once for each of my cousins. She considered most everything about me to be scandalous and irreverent, always giving my mother an earful about how she disapproved with the way I dressed, the way I acted and pretty much everything else about me. Wow, the commentary musty have been pretty heated if my dad was comparing them to my Aunt Linda. Cool!

Turning sideways on the seat with one leg under me, I offered, “It was a LOT harder than I thought it would be daddy.”

“Why is that?”

I just shrugged and answered, “It’s not like I could flash them or anything - too many people all around. And then they had their windows closed most of the time and couldn’t even see out.

“Well, I can guarantee you caught a few pairs of eyes,” he said with a sly grin as he glanced over at me, his eyes checking out my wet top.

“Sort of hard to miss I’d say,” he teased me, reaching over and tweaking my nipple through the wet clinging material. Then his hand moved down to my thigh and his fingers worked between them and rubbed up against my warm pussy.

“Hmmmmmm, so warm down here yet so cold up there,” he teased me.

“Daddy!” I responded, trying to pretend to be embarrassed. As if ANYTHING he did to me sexually could ever be embarrassing.

“So what was with you and Ralph earlier? You two disappeared and when you came back it was pretty obvious SOMETHING had gone down.”

“His name is Ryan, Daddy,” I corrected him to start, “And as for what went down, that would be me.”

My dad looked deep in thought for a moment and I couldn’t help but hope he was paying attention to the traffic.

“Did you ever bring him home? He seems familiar.”

His middle finger started to press against my clit though my shorts and I playfully smacked him with the palm of my hand while at the same time enjoying the attention.

“Maybe you just don’t recognize him with clothes on,” I offered and we both laughed.

My dad just ignored me and moved his hand back up to my boobs and squeezed it through the wet top.

“Can’t really blame me, it IS sort of hard to keep track of them all,” he teased.

“Daddy! I don’t bring home THAT many boys!”

“If you say so,” he chuckled as we pulled up to a stop light and he lowered his hand when the woman in the minivan next door started to stare.

Once we took off again the traffic lightened meaning once again his hand was planted on my boob.

“You’re soaked, why don’t you take that thing off?”

I knew where he was going but I figured why not play along so I answered with, “Daddy! People might see me!”

This time he really laughed and replied, “Yeah like since when did you let THAT bother you?”

“Well. Maybe if you ask nicely.”

It was his fault for making it a game. Had my dad just come right out and told me to take it off I would’ve had it on the seat in a heartbeat.