Makayla couldn't quite make out what had just happened. On one hand she felt flattered that her father was checking her out, but on the other she didn't know if that was an acceptable thing for him to be doing.
She knew her and her dad teased and flirted, and as often as possible. She pranced around the house in almost nothing hoping to get his approval of how beautiful she was. There had even been a few times he had walked in on her naked in the bathroom or in her bedroom and, of course, that one time she saw him completely naked, skinny-dipping in the pool, thinking no one was home.
The memory flooded her mind, of his muscular arms pushing himself up off the side of the pool, the cool water rushing down his body. She was shocked to see more skin then usual below his belly button and her mouth dropped when she saw his flaccid cock dangling between his legs, dripping wet. She turned in horror at the thought, but intrigue quickly took over. She turned back, watching him dry his hair, quickly her eyes darted back to his glistening cock. Water droplets slowly formed on the tip, dripping between his legs. She saw he was completely shaved, something she had never seen. It looked good to her, fresh and smooth. Makayla found herself growing wetter, in the memory and in real life.
She sat lightly in the new car, like she was afraid of damaging the new cream-white leather, feeling the warmth on her already warm posterior. At that moment she had actually entertained the thought of slipping her panties off and hiding them down the side of the seat. Something inside her tingled at the thought of her fathers' looks, not to mention that incident on the porch had left her well lubricated.
She thought of the next appropriate time where she could bend over and let him revel in the sight of his beautiful daughter completely naked under her indecent skirt.
"Inappropriate time, is more like it," she thought as her father walked toward the passenger side of the new vehicle. She slipped the thin waistband back up her firm hips and lightly draped the skirt across her thighs. Looking down, she knew the skirt was so short, she could see just a hint of her saturated panties.
As Garrett opened the passenger door to the convertible, he quickly glanced over the sight of his precious daughters' body. Her firm, round breasts barely covered by the top, the thin straps cutting into her toned shoulders, her shimmering, tan legs. Her miniskirt teasing about her thighs. And that small bit of those lusty white panties hugging tightly against her teenage mound.
"Where should we go Daddy?" Makayla smiled as he sat down, closing the door.
"Anywhere your little heart desires, my love."
Raising her arms to tie her soft hair into a ponytail, Garrett stole a look at his daughters' immaculate underarm and followed them down to the sides of her breasts.
"This is going to be entertaining seeing you drive a straight-drive your first time."
"Oh you don't think I know my way around a stick, Daddy?" looking at herself in the mirror on the sun visor, slightly smiling.
"I thought maybe you would've saved that for me," Garrett found himself dancing around the innuendo.
"Oh I have, Daddy. I don't think I've ever even seen a stick before."
"Well, I'll take it easy on you, since it is your first time."
"I hope so, this car hasn't even been broken in yet." Makayla turned and smiled the sexiest of smiles.
"Nope. it's as fresh as can be. At least that's what I've been told." Garrett sat looking at his daughters position. Securing the ponytail in its place, she was perked up in her seat, her back arched, breasts at full attention, her little ass jutting far back into the crease of the seat.
"There's no reason to lie, now is there Daddy?"
Makayla had always tried to push her fathers' buttons. They had made sexual comments to each other before, but for some reason, Makayla found herself enjoying it a little too much. She couldn't lie to herself about it, this wasn't the first time she had been turned on by her own father.
"Okay, Daddy, what do I do first?"
Garrett loved how innocent that sounded.
"Okay, press in the clutch all the way and pull the gear shifter into reverse."
Hearing the gears grinding, he winced in agony. Finally she got it.
"Now, press in the clutch again and push the stick into first gear." Another desperate cry from the gears wrenched out into the neighborhood. "Now, slowly let out the clutch and press the gas pedal." The car leaped forward, jerking both of their heads back unexpectedly.
"Whoa, Daddy, this things got power!" Makayla giggled as she wound out the gear.
"Okay! Okay! Now push in the clutch again and pull the stick back into second gear. Hurry!"
The whine of the engine revving made Garrett think his ears were bleeding.
"HURRY, HONEY!" The car learched forward and slowly she ground second gear until it leaped forward again. Immediately the car came to an abrupt stop, shutting off.
"Daddy, why did you get me a manual car knowing I can't drive one?" A tear started forming in her eye.
"Well, manual cars are much more fun and this particular model only comes in manual. It's a true road car. Once you get the hang of it, you'll thank me for it. Here, let me drive for a second and show you how it feels." Garrett didn't even realize the innuendo in the given moment. He stepped out of the car, walking around the back to the drivers' side.
Makayla threw one leg over the arm rest, slipping into the passenger seat. Garrett opened the door to find her legs spread wide in her attempt to pull the other leg across. He took this opportunity to provide humor to the situation and hopefully quell the uneasiness he felt from the events that happened earlier.
"My, honey, I wouldn't say that's the most lady-like way to change seats in a skirt like that!"
"What do you mean a skirt like this? And I AM a lady, Daddy!"
"Well that skirt... let's just say is bare minimum at best."
"You mean you don't like my skirt?" Tossing it back and forth, knowing her panties were in full view.
"Of course I like it, Angel. I just meant it doesn't quite cover all of your...um...parts at all times. And with those panties..." Garrett felt his foot returning to his mouth.
"What's wrong with my panties, Daddy? I think they're cute!" teasingly flipping the front of her skirt up enough to where Garrett could tell the waistband plunged deep between her legs. He knew they could only be covering just a 'hair' of the top of her pussy. He realized panties that tiny could only be worn by girls who shaved entirely.
Garrett's mouth began to water. He couldn't say this was the first time she had done such a stunt, but it always came as a shock to him. A pleasant one.
"I didn't say they weren't cute and I didn't say I didn't like them. It's just the skirt is so short and your panties are, well..."
