It was the first day of Spring, and Emily was excited. Her parents had told her that since she was enrolling in the local college soon, she would need a car. They had promised to help her look on the first day of spring. Several phone calls and test drives later, Emily was ecstatic to be backing out of her parents' driveway, alone, in her very own car.
Nothing fancy, almost ten years old, but it was all hers, and she could do anything she wanted to make it "hers". She went to the auto parts store to get floor mats and seat covers. The car had minor cosmetic damage appropriate for a decade-old car, but nothing terribly unsightly. The one thing that bothered Emily the most was the black painted rims, as the car had long ago lost all four of its factory wheel covers. Those would have to wait, along with upgrading the radio.
Next, Emily drove to one of her favorite shops, and tried on several outfits, taking a minute to tease Ted with a couple of photos shot in the changing room. Since last fall Ted had amassed almost a hundred pictures of Emily, most sent from her phone, and almost all of them nude or semi nude.
After he responded to her first picture message with a "Hot!" comment, Emily asked if Ted was free, and he said that he was. She offered to pick him up in her "new" car and he agreed.
Familiarity and repetition causes one to fail to see the need for discretion. This was evidenced by Ted allowing Emily to drive directly to his house, where he walked out and got in Emily's car, not caring who saw. There was a time not too long ago where such a pickup would have involved walking several blocks, and darkness.
Now, oblivious to Ted and Emily, neighbors were noticing his comings and goings. People were starting to gossip about "the man that keeps going to Emily's house".
As they drove, Emily happily pointed out all the features of her new toy, and Ted noted the minor flaws. He told her to drive to the custom shop where she had bought the mats and seat covers.
Ted and his wife had separate charge accounts, the excuse being they could use them to buy gifts at Christmas and not spoil any surprises. The bonus to Ted was he could use the card to verify his age to access premium content on porn sites, but now that he had Emily, that need was obsolete. He now used the card to buy gifts for Emily, which he had already done on several occasions. A dress here, some makeup there, and a few dinner dates on the outskirts of town.
Now he used the card to purchase a new set of wheel covers for Emily's car. As they watched the tech install them, Emily hugged Ted and thanked him. He smiled.
After a lunch, Ted saw a small shopping center and told Emily to pull in the lot. He had noticed one of the shops sold school uniforms.
"Let's go look around," he said. "I have an idea."
The shop had racks of the usual polo shirts in beige, white, burgundy, blue, and pretty much any other school color, along with co-ordinating slacks and skirts. There were jackets and sweaters, and shoes and caps.
Ted found the garment he had pictured, and directed Emily to the rack. It was full of pleated skirts, like the stereotype "Catholic school" uniform used. There were solid black, navy, and the near-famous plaid.
Ted pointed at the rack. "Find one that looks good."
"Haha, really? Okay," and she browsed the rack for her size. She took a couple of the skirts into a changing booth. While she tried them on, Ted found several shirts to complete the outfit and went to her booth and passed them under the door. "Try these too," he added.
She came out in her favorite, a combination of plaid pleated skirt and white oxford uniform shirt. The skirt was too short to be "school-appropriate" but that was perfect for what Ted wanted. He got a pair of white knee-high socks and handed them to her.
"Put these on too, and take off all the price tags. You're wearing this out of the store."
Emily went back to the booth and did as she was told.
The cashier gave a sideways look at Ted as she rang up the sale. At first she thought it odd a father would buy such a poorly-fitting uniform for his daughter, then she concluded this wasn't a father and daughter, and she disapproved even more.
Ted told Emily to drive to the park where he first met with her last Fall. They had returned to the park a few times for lunch dates, and would sometimes sneak off into the trails for clandestine fun. Ted was in the mood for some dirty, kinky fun right now.
"So," he said as he led her by the hand down one of the trails. "Let's talk about your daddy incest fetish more."
By the time they got to a clearing in the path, Ted had created a scenario that he wanted to role play with Emily, and Emily was eager to play the game. It combined her incest kink with being told what to do by Ted, and to make it even more exciting, they were out in a public place. A jogger or hiker could come upon them at any time.
The clearing was a large circular area, with tables and attached benches. There was an overflowing trash can from all the lunches that had been consumed there, as well as late-night beer-and weed parties. There was no full-time caretaker at the park, and the county only sent someone to clean up about once a week.
"Here's the deal," he told Emily. "You come here once in a while after school, and this is your favorite spot because it's secluded. You do your homework and study, but a couple of times you started daydreaming and got horny, so you laid down on the table and played with yourself. It was so exciting to you that now you come here just to masturbate. You fantasize about someone seeing you, and what might happen."
"Ooohhh... me likey..." she said. She laid down on the table.
"Your dad comes here too, but you don't know that. He sits here and reads. He's going to catch you. He's going to be very angry. Are you ready for that?"
"Yeah..." she answered softly.
Ted and Emily hadn't role played much, and Ted knew he would need to establish a "safe word" for Emily, but didn't want to explain the concept right now. He was already getting aroused thinking about what he was about to do.
"If you get uncomfortable with anything we're doing, say 'chicken' and I'll know you want to stop, okay? That way you can play along and say things like, 'no' or 'please stop' and it can be part of the role play. But 'chicken" means you seriously want to stop."
