Inside Candy

My handsome dad, sitting in his usual perch on the comfy corner chair, quizzed her gently about his role play skills. Now I had no idea at 20 what role play skills were and only learned the truth later on. But mum assured my dad that dear Doc Filbert was a master at role playing and enjoyed it often on weekends at his home just up along the north shore from Boston.

Mmm, I mused to myself. A doctor who worked just at weekends from his home...how truly strange for 1973! Very odd indeed!

Mum seemed almost pushy with dad about going for this "special" check-up. She nearly insisted right then and there. My dad, being very easy going, said if it would make her happy then he'd go. Mum thanked him and said she'd already set it up for this coming Saturday and she had some directions to his home all written out. She knew he'd go! She knew he'd not ever say no. Dad asked if she would be going along and she said she had a shopping date with a few other local ladies. But she assured him that she'd get a full report from the doctor after the appointment. She ended by saying she'd lay out the exact clothes for him to wear on Saturday.

In a moment mum came dancing through the dining room off to make sure our meal was on time and to scold me for having a mess on the dining table.

I cleared up while mum directed the housekeeper; who only stayed until the evening meal was served and cleaned up. I took my time and moved into dad who sat reading the paper, those hot socked feet propped on the footstool as normal.

I asked dad if he were sick. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Have you been listening again? You are becoming a great undercover spy!" If dad only knew how true those words were!

He assured me that Doctor Filbert was just a routine check-up. A friend of mum's. Nothing to worry about. I was just a worry wart he guaranteed me.

I often went along to our local doctor's office with either mum or dad and so I said, "OK, I'll go along with you. To keep you company."

Dad looked a bit perplexed and sort of smiled. He said kindly it was not necessary, not one bit.

I said I was coming along. I could be just as bitchy as mum was.

Dad looked uncertain and said he'd get back to me but maybe I could wait in the car while he went in. I was happy with that, the question was, and would mum be happy with that.

After dinner while mum helped see off the housekeeper at the back door, dad went to the front room for a bit of TV before his usual observed bath. He sent me off to fetch some item or another from upstairs while he chatted with mum about my coming along with him.

After mum came back in to the room, I stood atop the stairs and listened as dad confessed my eavesdropping and how I wanted to come along.

Mum blew a gasket. She said I should mind my own bloody business and it was not something that I had any need of knowing about. Dad assured her I'd just go along for the ride and not even leave the car.

Mum barked that the doctor might not be that quick, it might be an hour or more. It was up to him and he was in charge. And Candy, me, would just sit and twiddle her fingers? Mum seemed unconvinced. Dad said the doctor would have a provision for privacy for his examinations, no doubt and I could wait in the waiting area and read a magazine or two.

Mum said he may not have a waiting room, she dare not ask him since he might call the whole exam off. She warned my dad that I must stay in the car or in a room that was of the doctor's choosing but she'd have a word with me about eavesdropping and being in other people's private business.

Well, I won. I would have to find out more about dad's medical condition by being a bit of a stealth queen while either in the car or left in a waiting room. Either way, I wanted to know what was happening to my dad and I'd sure as hell find out!

My mother never did have a chat with me about eavesdropping. If she knew then what she found out before her death years later, she'd have been shocked! The real voyeur stealth queen in me was blooming and my craft was being perfected day by day.

The morning of the day of the doctor visit arrived and I was prepared. I was going to get to the bottom of this strange arrangement and figure out why mum had been so insistent about it all.

The day began as a typical lazy Saturday with breakfast made by me and mum and dad waltzing around in just some baggy PJ bottoms and nothing else. I knew he and mum wore no underwear or PJ's in bed, they liked it all skin under the duvet covers. I was busy flipping pancakes and saw dad wander to the table by the kitchen window, no housekeeper today, just us. Mum was making coffee.

Dad's tool swung beneath the silky PJ bottoms behind the fly slit. I did see it peep out like a flesh club from time to time as he walked. It was just a little peek-a-boo. But always a joy for me and I am sure mum as well. She liked dad as scantily dressed as possible.

His bare well formed chest glowed in the early sunlit space and showed off those delightful rusty red ringlets that covered, ever so gently, his chest and grew a touch thicker around each pert man-nip. His reddish blonde hair a mess! A necessary comb was late in coming but that endearing twinkle in his sexy green eyes made mum forgive his unkempt morning state.

His large bare feet shuffled to the chair and he sat.

"Candy, honey, go out back in the garden and pick a few apples (it was autumn) for later, the fruit bowl looks far too empty." Mum gently asked. I knew she wanted to speak to dad without my ears present.

I sauntered out, as if going, and was pleased I could sort of skulk nearby around the corner. The kitchen windows did not view the apple tree, thank heavens!

Mum waited a beat and began. I was all tingly as she spoke. I loved private mum and dad chats! Oh, they made me very tingly all over!

"Our curious young woman likes to listen but I think its best I get your full attention while she is out back. My friend, Filbert, is very keen to buy a set of copies of my photos of you from Cape Cod last summer. He and his wife collect naturist art and both appreciate the fine male form. They really loved your body, loved it! I met him thru some various connections; if you provide a good experience today, well, it could open new doors for us. And I mean my career as well, you make lots of money but I want to be something. And they are part of a great set of open-minded types who enjoy pleasures the way we do. So just make sure you have a complete exam, Tony. Don't dare hold back; just know they'll tell me all about it!" Mum asserted.

I listened and had no idea really what mum was on about.

"I will, Miriam. I'll make you happy. I will be very cooperative. Trust me." My dad whined gently.

"Make sure Candy does not disturb your private time with the doctor and his wife, whom I have yet to meet. And she too has great connections. They'll pay good money for my nature shots of you from last summer, very good money. Tony, if this goes tits up (meaning fucked up), you can kiss our Sunday afternoon together time goodbye. I know you like it when Candy does her Sunday afternoon library run. She's gone for a few hours. And you'll be alone, I'll bugger off. You can play solo." Mum snapped.

Dad moaned. "Please, Miriam, please don't stop our together time. You know I love it and I do all you ask. I do all you say over and over, in all sorts of ways. I want you happy. I work baby, all Sunday afternoons I work for you upstairs...I work for you to please you."

The conversation had me so excited and yet, very nervous. I knew how much dad loved his together time in the past and I always went off to the library to read for a few hours until they shut at 3 pm. A real gift in 1973 to have a town library with some Sunday hours to escape to.

Once I knew what Sunday "together time" meant to my dad, I never got in the way. I wanted secretly find that "creamy fluid" filled condom in his bedside waste bin! I wanted him to give mum his gift of man-seed. I knew then, in time, I'd find a way to see what this time really entailed. Later in my memories I have much to tell about those "together times". But for now I would see to it that dad got his precious "together time" and he could be happy and keep my rather bitchy mum happy as well. I would make sure dad did all he could to earn Doctor Filbert and his wife's much desired approval.

A little footnote here as I know many of you are wondering what a 20 year-old was doing rooting around in her mum and dad's bedside wastebasket. But hell, I learned loads from that little wicker bin! I discovered earlier all the delightful mysteries of the tampon and now I knew what the little baggy plastic sack was I found every Sunday afternoon when I got home from my library visit. It was still all wet and musky in my shaking hand as I whisked it off to my bedroom for further in-depth analyses. And yes, it was still slightly warm...just a tad bit! My fingers would dip into the long sleeve and dabble in daddies' juices. And yes, I tasted it!

Anyway, I would be a bit of a "bossy bitch" just like mum and make dad see how much he needed to be a good patient for this influential man. The joy I felt with the knowledge mum and dad were happy and in sync in their bedroom was like breathing for me. Dad was my hero and his Sunday "work" must be done.

I snuck out and picked those apples and when I came back, dad had moved on to dressing for the day and mum spoke of her all day trip into Boston to hit the shops in on Newbury and near Copley Sq. The expensive ones in Boston, I knew she preferred. I got into a nice outfit that showed off my tits and ass to good effect and was ready to make the journey by car up the north shore to a town not far from Marblehead. It was a lovely seaside area with some handsome private homes.

My father reappeared dressed, as per mum's selecting, in one of his finer navy blue solid suits with just the suit coat and slacks. He often forewent the vest part. He sported a light blue shirt and a nice red patterned tie. His feet were clad in his shiny black lace-ups and I could see a hint of dark socks as they looked black in colour to me in the light of the front hall.

Mum was already off, her best lady buddy, June Marie, had borrowed her hubby's station wagon for the day and took the group of fashion crazed ladies on their shopping spree.

Dad looked so handsome, really dapper, a matinee idol if I ever saw one. His hair all combed with bit of oil to hold its shape and that wonderful cologne he wore filled the air from his morning shave. His handsome face, apart from the small rusty gold moustache, was smooth and shiny.

We stood in our front hall after mum was gone. I in my 1973 mini-skirt style dress in some wild floral print. My legs were adorned in low pumps and fishnet-style pantyhose. Dad gazed at me and I knew his trousers seemed to move around his fly zipper! I wore no panties and only had the fishnet pantyhose on my crotch. I bent over and adjusted my left shoe and let my round ass show as my little dress rode up. Dad coughed.

"You look fantastic, Candy!" He managed to say in between little coughs.

"Well, I want Doctor Filbert and his wife to be impressed with our whole family!" I smiled back proudly as I stood again.

In truth, I did want to be alluring to these strange new folks dad was going to see and who knew if they wanted to examine me. I was so horny I'd have eagerly let them give me my first adult gyno exam. I wanted my dad to watch...maybe even help!

We drove in our rather pricy car for a few miles and I was quite. He asked if I was ok. I said, mum's bitchy nature coming forth, "Dad, you do all the doctor tells you today, all! Mum will be mad if you don't."

Dad continued looking straight down the road and sat stunned. He finally voiced a small reply. His lovely, school groomed English accent (so BBC), so much more cultured by training than his sister Rosie's, cut thru the air.

"You have become a young woman with lots of information about your mum and dad. You mum worries our private life is not our own. You seem very involved in our private talks. And now you are telling me what your mum wants me to do today! And that is something of which you know very little about!"

I sat cross. I finally said, "Well, I know what makes you happy. I know you want mum happy, too. And I know I must see to it that you do your best to make this doctor happy. Or mum will be angry, and we both know that really stinks a lot!"

The journey was like this, a bit of conversation but not much. Dad seemed to know I was right and I could see the forest for the trees, so to speak.

I could see a bit of sweat on his furrowed brow as we pulled into the lovely white two-floor home down a quite driveway just near the coast. I smoothed my mini dress and looked in the mirror on the reverse of the sunshade. I looked good, very official and dad's daughter through and through and his biggest champion. I stayed that way and I still am even though he is gone now.

Dad slowly made his way down the red brick path, I striding along in front. I was bold, brassy and in charge.

The front door was cream with a brass knocker; I still can see it now. I wrapped. Dad whispered, "Candy, you really should stay in the car."

Too late, a very oddly dressed "nurse" opened the door.

Now dad would have been half her age or more, she had grey hair up in net and appeared strangely efficient looking. She was rather round, large black spectacles covered her rather blue eyes. She was hefty. Her large, short body was in a nurse's uniform. It was the white type of uniform dress with those white stockings and shoes to match, all so very General Hospital circa 1973. I noted her cleavage was massive. I had never seen such low cut nurses outfit in my life! Her large boobies looked barely inside the top! You could look between those flesh wads and she seemed to have a ravine between them! I wanted to slip my hand in for feel!

"Oh my, you must be Tony? Miriam sent you?" She stammered.

"You brought a friend?" She seemed truly stumped.

My suave, debonair dad just stood looking a bit out of words. He merely smiled and looked perfectly edible. A scrumptious yummy in the nurse's eyes and mine!

"I am Candy, his daughter." I said matter of in a matter of fact tone.

"What? Why? Miriam never said anything about..." She blubbered but I cut her off.

"Miriam, my mum, knows I am here. I am just along for the ride. Can I wait indoors while you and the doctor examine and treat (I added that for good measure) my dad? I won't be any trouble and shan't disturb you." I assured her. But I had other ideas. Lots!

The nurse showed us into a very lovely front room. I sat on the couch. Dad hovered. The nurse looked nervous. I had the upper hand.

I stood up again like a pogo stick. "Nurse, may I speak with you and the good doctor about my dad. I mean privately?"

My dad, looking totally shaken by my odd request, became very sweaty sat on the couch and nearly fell back onto it.

The nurse looked a bit green now too. "It's not the way we do things, miss. Your father has the appointment not you."

My father's eyes were pleading with me now. They said to me, please shut up, Candy!

I took the nurse gently by her chubby arm. "Which way to the examination room?"

Dad lay back on the couch defeated and closed his eyes. A headache might be coming on possibly. I was so like my mother. He knew it there and then! This 20 year-old had a mission!

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Much more on the way from my life! Keep writing me! Thanks so much! CandyXX