Note: Readers are advised to read Parts 1 and 2 first to better understand how Trisha and her dad got into the situation in Part 3.
Her dad swung the shiny red Mustang into the driveway of a nearly full parking lot. He found a spot under the halogen glow of a light post. As the car came to a halt, he turned to face Trisha. Her dress was pulled up her legs and she had the hem crumpled in her hands and over her pantyless pussy. Her slender thighs were visible and her legs were still slightly parted. His daughter's body shook intermittently and he wondered if she was still cumming.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice clearly showing concern.
"Umm...yeah. Give me a few minutes," she replied, giving her dad a quick look and turning away.
"Sure, take all the time you need."
After a couple of minutes, he broke the awkward silence.
"Honey...about what happened earlier...I hope you're not mad with me."
"What? No, no...of course not. I...I played along too....I didn't realize that...showing myself to complete strangers would be that...exciting," she said, choosing her words carefully.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's quite common to enjoy being an...exhibitionist...and in your case, I'm guessing that it might not have been that difficult...especially when you look so.........hot?"
Trisha turned to her dad and smiled. She was finding out new things about herself today, especially on her sexuality.
"Dad...I may have messed up your leather seat...sorry! Do you have tissues?"
"No harm done. Here you go."
Trisha used a few pieces to wipe her pussy which was still flowing with her juices. She stuffed the used tissue in the cup holder on her side of the car. Her dad watched intensely although not directly. Trisha took a few more pieces from the box and wiped again to make sure she was really dry. She used a couple more pieces to wipe the leather seat.
"I'm guessing you don't carry spare panty in your car for emergency purposes?" Trisha cheekily asked her dad.
"Maybe when you're little...not anymore. Sorry, honey."
"I just need to be a little careful. This short dress is going to make it a little challenging though......Come on, let's go. I'm starving!"
Trisha led the way to Bruno's. She felt very bare under the dress and could feel the cool night breeze between her legs, especially since her slender thighs hardly touched each other. Her dad enjoyed watching her long legs take lengthy strides on the sidewalk. He also found the sound of her heels hitting the hard concrete very sexy. On top of that, the smell of her intoxicating perfume was flooding his nostrils. He didn't realize until now that walking next to his 19-year old daughter could be this stimulating.
They stopped at a signal to cross Market Street. An SUV zoomed by and lifted Trisha's dress for a few precious seconds.
"Oops!" she exclaimed as she tried hard to settle her floating dress.
The driver in a blue Ford which followed the SUV nearly lost control of his car as his eyes were transfixed on Trisha's bare pubes.
"Let's get indoors quickly before you get arrested for indecent exposure or you cause a major pileup," her dad joked.
After crossing the street, Trisha turned into an alley. If not for the moonlight, it would have been very difficult to walk through the dark pathway. It was not very clean with overflowing garbage bins and trash scattered everywhere. Her dad could make out the outlines of a few men sitting quietly and motionless against the wall.
"I don't think it is safe for you to use this alley, honey. Are there no other ways to get to Bruno's?"
"It's pretty safe, Dad. I usually don't come here on my own," Trisha said confidently, and then pointed ahead. "We're here!"
There was a long line of people waiting to get indoors, and a big bearded guy in a leather jacket stood firm at the entrance, not letting any more people in.
"Look like it's a full house. You want to go somewhere..."
"Just follow me, Dad."
Her dad watched as Trisha went to the bearded guy and leaned on his side to whisper into his ears. She had one hand on his chest and the other on his lower back. He was a very big man that she had to stand on her toes although she was wearing 5-inch heels. Her dad noticed that her pubes were pressed, probably on purpose, against his right hand. In the dark, it was hard to tell if she was saying something to him, nibbling his ears or even kissing him.
Soon, Trisha was making her way down the steps to Bruno's. The people waiting in line were obviously angry with the special treatment she got and they made their unhappiness clearly known. Some were even spewing vulgarities at her and the bearded guy. Trisha gestured to her dad to follow her. He did, making his way carefully past the big guy who just looked down at him without a smile.
A metal door stood in their way. From the yellow glow of a little bulb next to it, they could see 'Bruno's' unprofessionally carved on its dark surface. Trisha's dad pushed the heavy door open which led to a narrow hallway with double doors at the end. The place was surprisingly very quiet. Trisha swung open the doors and her dad almost got thrown away by the loud music coming from inside.
Bruno's was dimly lit and looked smoky although smoking was strictly prohibited inside the club. There was a square shaped open bar in the middle, followed by a dance floor and a raised stage after that. On either sides were dining booths and regular dining tables. A DJ in the left corner seemed to be throughly enjoying the 80s hits he was playing for the crowd. The people there were moving around and mingling with each other, as if it was a social event. Trisha went to one of the booths that had a "Reserved" sign on it and sat. Her dad joined her.
"Wow, this is some place!" he said, surveying the surroundings.
"The food is pretty good too, Dad. Limited menu but they focus on quality rather than quantity. Let's get the Pile-High Cheeseburger...trust me, it's really good."
"I can't believe you eat food like this and keep your body looking like....that!"
"I exercise, Dad, and there this place called a 'gym', heard of it?" Trisha teased her dad who hardly worked out.
A waiter came over and they placed their orders. In addition to the cheeseburgers and crinkle-cut fries, Trisha opted for a glass of diet coke while her dad chose a tall glass of Sam Adams. The DJ was playing Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and most of the people there were joining in the chorus.
"So.....how does it feel?" her dad asked. "I mean...not wearing a panty."
"Quite comfortable, actually. I feel a little sexy too...especially when I walk. I can feel that I'm naked down there...it's kinda erotic."
"You have a very short dress on...I am guessing the hem rides really up when you're sitting. Are you properly...covered...down there?"
Trisha took a quick glance down and replied, "Barely, dad. If I were to raise my hands up, I think 'it' will show. I guess I can't get carried away on the dance floor!"
"Would you really mind if it shows a little, and people see?"
"Well...maybe not if they just catch a glimpse."
The service at Bruno's was pretty good and it didn't take too long for their food to arrive. Her dad acknowledged that Trisha was right about the cheeseburger, it looked mouthwateringly delicious. As the waiter placed their plates on the table, her dad helped to move the cutlery on the table to make room. He "accidentally" dropped his fork and knife on to the floor.
"Oh! Silly me! I'll get it," he said, apologetically.
"It's okay, Sir. Don't worry about it. I'll pick them up and give you new ones," the young waiter assured him.
"That's very kind of you, young man," said Trisha's dad while quietly kicking the fallen cutlery closer to his daughter's legs but slightly deeper inside the booth. The table did not have legs as it was bolted directly to the adjacent wall.
After placing their drinks on the table, the twenty-something man knelt on the floor, trying hard to find the silverware.
"Let me get you some light," Trisha's dad volunteered. He placed his cell phone under the table and shined the flash light straight across, and not on the floor. Trisha could see the beam of light on her thighs and her dress. She looked at her dad, her face full of questions.
Under the table, the waiter would have to be blind not to notice Trisha. Her dad was beaming his cellphone light on her legs. She had her legs slightly parted and the waiter was in a good position to have a great view of her bare pussy. He had his eyes glued on it as he was feeling his way to find the fork and knife.
Trisha's dad whispered to her, "Come forward...sit at the edge of the bench."
