Wednesday night was usually a quiet weekday, a day when, normally, both Elaine and I had no problem getting off of work on time. It was also a day when Katie seldom had anything crucial going on at school in the way of tests or big homework assignment due dates. So that was the night that Elaine and I chose to take Katie out to a quiet family dinner. The only rule, we said, was that Katie had to wear normal clothing: no burkas, no army surplus trench coats, no mountains of scarves triple-wrapped around her torso to make her look like a tragic casualty of the fashion wars. We weren't expecting her to dress in a bikini or anything - just a normal dress or jeans that didn't look like she was hidden underneath a parachute.
When I got home from work, I discovered that a minor glitch had already occurred. Elaine texted me that she had gotten stuck in a gigantic traffic jam that, she wrote, seemed to go on forever. We later learned that our obese Republican governor had deliberately sabotaged traffic patterns all over the city as a snarky payback to a political rival (our mayor) who had failed to endorse the governor's re-election campaign enthusiastically enough. Traffic was snarled up all over town.
Those of us who were the unwitting victims of this political maneuver had to make do as best we could. I texted Elaine that we'd simply meet her at the restaurant.
For some reason this minor change in plans seemed to have a major effect on Katie. With her intense shyness coupled with her breathtaking hourglass figure and incredibly prominent 32F tits, she was already nervous about going out in public and having people look at her. While I was changing from my business suit to something more casual, she entered our bedroom over and over to show off her outfit for the evening, trying to get me to agree to allow her to wear clothing that would hide her body from anyone who might glance at her and notice that she was female.
Again and again I vetoed her clothing choices. NORMAL clothing, I insisted: no oversized coats to be worn indoors, no hoodies covering her hair and face, no triple layers of sweaters to hide her torso. Eventually we settled on a plain skirt that went down to her knees, coupled with a ribbed sweater that would have looked nondescript on a normal girl, but which hugged her fantastic rack so tightly that it stretched the material around her big boobs. After some discussion, I insisted and she finally agreed not to wear a bra underneath the blouse. It would have ruined the lines of the torso-hugging blouse, I explained.
Our back-and-forth discussion over her clothing tripped into high gear when she heard that her mother wouldn't be coming.
"So what?" I asked. "She'll meet us at the restaurant. What's the difference?"
"People will stare at me," she said, looking self-consciously at the ground. "With Mom there, I don't know, I guess I figured they'd notice me less in a group of three people."
"No one will stare at you," I said, ignoring the fact that I, for one, could hardly take my eyes off of her incredible chest encased in the contour-hugging ribbed pullover blouse. "And even if they do, all they will be looking at is a pretty eighteen year old girl arriving for dinner at a family-style German restaurant. Will it help if we have the waiter put us in a booth near the back of the restaurant, where you can be away from most of the diners?"
She smiled with relief mixed with her continuing self-conscious fear of social interactions, and stepped up to hug me. With her big boobs mashing against my chest, my cock started to swell in my pants.
When she felt my growing hardon press against her, Katie felt reassured. She brought her hand around to my crotch and began stroking it lovingly. "Oh, Daddy," she said, sighing. "You always know how to make me feel better."
The ride to the restaurant turned out to be longer than expected. The governor's artificial traffic jam had spread like a cancer even to arteries far removed from the freeway off-ramps that he had originally sabotaged. It took us the better part of half an hour to travel what should have taken us only ten minutes by car. During that time, Katie became more and more nervous. She talked in increasingly worried tones about having the waiters and the customers stare at her. She even worried about having to talk to the waiter, as if ordering a meal off of a menu was a major social interaction that she might somehow flub. While the other drivers around us began beeping their horns in frustration when the traffic failed to move even after the light turned green, Katie turned in her seat toward me and begged me to turn around.
"Please, Daddy. Please let's go home. I hate wearing this outfit. I don't want to eat out. If we go home, we could curl up in front of the TV. Maybe I could suck your cock."
I had to admit that her last suggestion sounded pretty attractive, and it made my cock harden again.
"Please, Daddy?" She reached over and began stroking my cock through my pants.
"We're going to the restaurant, sweetie. That's final," I said.
"At least let me stroke you now," she pleaded. "Just to calm me down?"
I relented. To give herself more room to maneuver, Katie pushed the lever on the passenger seat and lowered the back all the way so that it was flat and leaning against the back seat. Then she knelt on the cushioned platform she had created and began unzipping my pants. When my cock was freed from my pants, she sighed with relief, finding comfort in the velvety texture of her Daddy's hard cock.
Outside the car, people were rolling down their windows and craning their heads out, trying in vain to find the center of the traffic jam. Katie bent over the space between the two front seats, slipped my cock between her lips, and began slurping leisurely on her beloved Daddy meat. By the cooing, mewling noises she was making, I could tell that her cocksucking was having a soothing effect on her.
I took my hand off the stick shift and settled it on the hair of her beautiful blonde head, stroking her in encouragement. "Good girl," I said softly. "Such a good Daddy's girl. Everything's fine with Daddy in your mouth, isn't it?"
