Part IV
I pulled into the arrivals lane just in time to see Sam walking out to the curb with his luggage. Sarah got out and ran over to her dad. Her dad immediately lit up and gave her a huge hug. I watched from the curb as the two hugged for ages. Then I looked again and realized that his hand looked like it was on her ass. I looked harder and couldn't tell. Sarah was wearing a sundress and it was hard to tell.
Even if his hand was a little across the border, I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. It was definitely something I would bring up later, though, to Sarah to embarrass her. That ought to be fun, I thought. Then Sarah started turning around and Sam looked up at me and the limo.
"Wow you didn't have to go through the trouble of getting a limo for us. A cab would have been fine."
Sarah shook her head, "It was no trouble at all. Billy was able to borrow it from work and he thought you'd get a kick out of it."
Sam nodded his head, "Well that was very nice of him" he said as he looked towards me for the first time. "Go on and hop back into the car and get out of this heat" he said looking back at Sarah. "We can handle the bags."
Sarah gave him a peck on the cheek and then turned and lowered her head to get into the back seat. As she did, Sam put a hand on her back to help her in. I watched as Sam lowered his head to peek under Sarah's sundress as she stepped in. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Sam was blatantly looking up his daughter's dress right in front of me. Did he think I wasn't watching or was this some kind of crude joke? I didn't know him very well so it could have been his sense of humor.
He finished helping her into the car and then closed the door. He looked back at me with a big grin and gestured to pick up the bags. I shook my head to bring myself back to reality and started carrying the bags back to the trunk. Surely I had misread what was going on. Maybe he had a bad back or a crick in his neck from the airplane.
As I loaded up the bags Sam reached out to me and grabbed my hand. "So what do you think of my pretty little daughter?"
I thought this was an odd way to greet me after three years but figured it must be a Midwestern thing and answered, "She is the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on sir."
Sam smiled at this and said, "You're goddamn right she is. That's why I'm planning on making the most of every second of this trip. When we get into the car I'm gonna need you to roll that window up and give us as much privacy as you can. And if you hear anything unusual, just ignore it."
Sam held out a $50 bill and said, "Can you handle that driver?"
I was floored! Here was Sarah's father not only checking her out in front of me, but telling me that he plans on doing... what exactly? Then it dawned on me that he didn't recognize me. He thought I was just some limo driver. Should I say something to him? If I correct him now he's going to be really embarrassed. If I let it go on though what am I going to say when we get to the house? I decided that if I didn't say anything now that he would figure it out from the conversation with Sarah in the back of the limo. That might save us both stone embarrassment.
Sam looked at me and said, "Hello? Did you hear me? Listen buddy, I get it. If you play your cards right and take your time getting us there uninterrupted there'll be another fifty in it for you, understand?"
I nodded my head and Sam said, "good" as he shoved the fifty into my shirt pocket. He then turned and got into the back seat of the limo with my wife. I composed myself as much as possible before getting into the drivers seat.
As soon as I sat down Sarah spoke up from the back, "Remember to find the closest rest stop you can. I really need to use the bathroom."
I said OK and put the car into drive. I heard Sam clear his throat and remembered that he asked me to put the privacy glass up. I reached over and rolled the window up. I could hear Sam saying something to Sarah about me probably wanting to let them catch up without interruption before the window closed completely.
I started pulling out slowly but my mind was racing. Did Sarah know about Sam's plans?? Of course she didn't. She'd never be into that. Was Sam always like this with Sarah or is this a new development since the divorce? What would happen if Sam tried something with Sarah? Of course she would shut him down but what would that mean for the rest of the trip? What would Sam even try on his daughter? I was pretty sure he had already seen her panties by the grin on his face. Would he really try to fuck her in the back of a limo? He had to know Sarah would never go for it.
Suddenly I realized that my balls were aching and I was reminded of my diapered and locked predicament. It felt like my cock was staining against my cage when it hit me, the thought of Sam hitting on Sarah had gotten me excited. Even more than that, I realized that I was disappointed that Sarah was going to shut this down. Maybe I could at least enjoy watching Sam try. And who knows, he might get to 2nd or even 3rd base before Sarah catches on. She is very naive. I realized that I had to see Sam touch her again... but how?
I knew he wouldn't try anything if I rolled the window back down and if Sarah shuts down his attempts in the limo he might never try again. It was then that I noticed a little blinking light on the dash. It was a faint blinking that I had never noticed before. I pressed the soft key next to it and the console switched from the normal navigation screen to a camera view. It looked like the normal backup camera screen only this was showing the backseat. I had a clear view of my wife and father-in-law. I had my doubts about the integrity of the company we were contacting with and this feature in their limos made me question their legitimacy even further. However, that was a problem for another day, especially since I would be benefiting from their shadiness today.
There was a small audio knob next to the console. I hesitated and then gently started turning it up. I could hear my wife laughing faintly. I didn't want to turn it up too loudly in case Sam could hear it. I began listening intently to hear Sarah asking Sam about his new "bachelor pad" as he called it. Sam was answering all her questions with smooth, charmingly amusing answers. He was flirting hard and Sarah had no clue.
"I just can't believe how much you've grown into a beautiful woman since the last time I saw you. It seems like you're a totally different person than the little girl who used to get all banged up riding her bike around the back yard pretending it was her wild stead."
Sarah laughed, "Nope it's still me dad. And while I don't have the bike anymore I still have the scars to prove it."
Sam seemed excited that she had taken the bait. "No way. Let me see them. I can't believe you still have scars from when you were that little."
Sarah smiled and said, "Oh you know I do."
Sarah pulled her foot up and rested it on her leg and pulled down her sock. "You remember the time I hit that rock and went flying into the garden?"
Sam was delighted, "Of course I do. And how about the time you crashed right through the fence because we got you that new bike with the hand brake and you wouldn't wait until you learned how to use it?"
Sarah started laughing again and innocently started to hike her dress up a couple inches. "See I've got the scar right here. I told ya it was still me."
Sam's eyes went right to Sarah's barely concealed crotch and he put his hand on the scar to pretend to examine it. I knew this scar well, it was on the inside of Sarah's right thigh only a few inches away from her bikini line. I could see Sarah still laughing but she was getting visibly uncomfortable with what was now both of Sam's hands between her legs.
"Umm Dad..." She started saying.
Uh oh. She was going to lay the law down right here and that would be the end of the fun. That was when I saw I sign for a rest stop in 1 mile. I acted without thinking and began rolling the window down before turning the monitor off. I panicked and looked down but the monitor switched back to its normal screen and the faint light turned off. Nice feature I thought, if you want to spy on your clients. I finished rolling the window down and could see Sam leap back like his hand was caught in the cookie jar. I didn't want to piss him off but I needed to do something before he ruined his own chances.
"I just wanted to let you know we're about to pull into the rest stop for a bathroom break."
Sarah said, "Right on time. Any longer and I would have burst."
