This story is sequel to Ganged at the barracks and Ganged at the barracks pt 2, which should be read first.
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It had been a month since Marnie and her father Carl had started their sexual relationship. Carl had already moved into his new house only a few streets from Marnie's townhouse, but it seemed they were always together.
Tonight they were going out to an exclusive restaurant; it was her father's 46th birthday. Although it wasn't the "milestone 50th birthday", any excuse was a good one and they planned to celebrate it together. Unfortunately, Marnie's mother (Carl's ex-wife) was out of the country and couldn't celebrate with them, so it was just the two of them tonight.
Marnie had been preening herself all day and was almost ready the time her father arrived around 6pm. Carl let himself in and yelled out, "Where's my princess?"
"I'm upstairs Daddy, come on up, I nearly ready," Marnie replied.
Taking two stairs at a time he opened the door and stood in the doorway, looking at the vision of beauty before him. Marnie was stunning. Dressed in a simple black halter neck dress Carl couldn't stop staring at her beauty or the plunging backline which barely covered her ass. With her few carefully placed pins Marnie pinned her hair up with only a few delicate wispy curls touching her shoulders. Sliding her feet into her black heels she looked up at her father.
"So, do I look ok?" Marnie asked as she spun around before him, being careful that her dress didn't lift and reveal her other surprise for her father.
Carl walked into his daughter's bedroom. "You look like a goddess and no man is worthy of your beauty."
Marnie giggled. "You look so handsome Daddy," as she reached over and pecked him on the cheek leaving a hint of lipstick.
Carl was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants. His muscular frame was evident, and he towered over his daughter.
Marnie grabbed her handbag and they walked downstairs, locking the door as they left her townhouse. Carl followed her and watched her ass gently sway under the clingy fabric of his daughter's dress opening the car door for his beauty.
Carl drove them to the restaurant, roughly 30 minutes away, every now and again glancing at his daughter. Marnie's dress had ridden up and she was showing a significant amount of skin. Carl rested his hand on Marnie's thigh, feeling the silkiness of his daughter's skin. Just the mere touch of her was causing a stir in his pants, an ache, a longing for her. His beauty, his angel, his goddess. Marnie rested her hand on her father's, his touch burning her skin, giving her goose bumps and making her pussy moist. He knew he was having this effect on her and it pleased him immensely.
Reaching the restaurant, Carl's hand resting on his daughter's ass, rubbing it slightly, as the maitre de seated them in a quiet nook of the old fashioned romantic building. After drink orders were taken, Carl whispered to his daughter, raising his eyebrows, "No panties hey?"
"Oh daddy, that was meant to be a surprise," Marnie said in a sulking voice.
"How bout I act surprised when I look later sweetheart," Carl offered with an almighty grin.
Marnie dipped her long pink fingernails in the water glass and flicked water at her father, giggling at him. "Oh, you are sure of yourself, aren't you?"