It had been a gorgeous morning when my daughter had left for college after our breakfast. She had called me just before lunch to let me know her car was out of gas again. Then in the afternoon a storm system had moved into the area and it was suddenly pouring with rain. I was expecting the second call the moment the rain started. I left the office to go get her, I couldn't let her take public transport in this weather. Daddy to the rescue, again.
When I pulled up she was huddled under the eaves of the library. She was tucked back from the rain. She didn't see me at first she was focused on her cell phone. Her hair hung damply around her shoulders and the white sun dress clung to her skin showing off her shapely figure. Beneath it I could see the outlines of her bra and panties. Her feet were slipped into a pair of three inch classic white stiletto pumps. My breath caught in my chest, she looked like a half drowned angel.
I honked the horn a couple of times and her head snapped up and she skirted down the path to the car. Her breasts bounced in her bra under her sun dress. It sounds completely corny but I think my vision went into slow motion as she held her books above her head with water streaming over her. It could have been a scene from a music video to any 80's hair band. That gorgeously wide smile grinning at me, she ran around the car and jumped into the passengers seat.
Her legs glistened as she straightened her skirt and her hair. Her dress still clung to her breasts but she made no effort to straighten that. "Sweet ride! I didn't know you were going to get a new car!" she said excitedly.
"Well angel I figured an old guy like me needs all the edges he can when chasing young ladies and what better a lure than a nice shiny silver Aston Martin?" I confessed.
"Oh by the way I got you a few presents of my own!" she said mischievously.
I raised a curious eyebrow. She thumbed a couple of buttons on her cell phone and handed it to me. Slowly I keyed through picture after picture, shots of up her classmates skirts, cleavages, shots from the changing rooms, breasts, perfectly manicured pussies.
"Wow angel I'm impressed and very very grateful. Later you can tell me the details behind these while you give me a hand job you little slut you." I promised.
She grinned at the praise and slipped her phone back in her purse.
Her fingers glided over the interior of the car and across the dash, then wrapped around the shifter. She shifted in her seat flipping her skirt back so the back of her thighs were touching the leather seat. Her hand clenched and she let out a small sigh. "I do love the smell and feel of leather." she said giving me a sideways glance.
"And I am sure it loves having you sitting on it too angel." I chuckled.