The girls were all curious, to say the least, and made their way down the hall to the large bedroom. As soon as they left the living room, they all heard Bill whisper something to the other dads, causing them all to laugh out loud.
“What do you think they’re gonna do…” Stacey began, and was shushed by Elizabeth.
“Quiet!” Beth said. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?”
“She’s right,” Becky whispered.
“Besides, I have a feeling I know what they have in mind,” Laurie said, reaching the door and grasping the handle. “And ladies, I think the fun and games are about to begin!” She smiled and opened the door.
The girls walked into the bedroom, and could plainly see four almost identical schoolgirl outfits laid out on the bed.
“You see?” Laurie grinned. “I was right!”
“These are our outfits,” Beth said, picking up one skirt after another and examining the labels.
“Which means they went through ALL of our bags.” Becky added with a sigh.
“Speaking of which, where ARE the bags?” Stacey asked.
“That is NOT your concern, ladies.” Bill’s voice boomed at them from the doorway. They all jumped upon hearing him, turning to look at him with trepidation. “Change into these outfits, and meet us back in the living room. PRONTO.” He closed the door as he left the room.
“Oooh… I think I’m going to like this punishment!” Laurie said excitedly, immediately going over to the bed, peeling off her shirt as she determined which of the outfits was hers.
“Maybe…” Stacey replied, still apprehensive about the situation they wandered into. “Something is up, for sure.”
“Stop worrying!” Laurie said. “We brought these outfits with us for a reason, so you know what I think?” She held the plaid pleated skirt to her waist, smiling at how short it was. “They’re as hot for this to happen as we are!”
“I don’t know,” Beth reasoned. “They complain about us playing around with them, then as punishment, they ASK us to play dress-up. No, they ORDER us to put on THESE costumes.”
Laurie laughed, unbuttoning her shorts and peeling them down her legs. “Who cares? Let’s get it on!”
Beth looked over at Becky, wondering if she was still upset, and saw was grinning. “Hey, Becks,” she said to her, “Why are you so happy all of a sudden?”
“Nothing…”
“C’mon, spill!” Laurie said, pulling on the skirt, as the other girls all resumed disrobing.
“I know why,” Stacey said, stepping out of her shorts. “She remembers what happened the LAST time she wore this outfit, right?”
Becky positively blushed as she peeled off her T-shirt. “Maybe.”
“That’s right!” Laurie exclaimed. “You were wearing this get-up when your dad came home from work the other day, and he, like, just took you, right there in the hallway!”
“I remember that story!” Beth added, buttoning up the thin white blouse. “Didn’t he rip your panties right off of you?”
“Yep!” Becky replied, as she pulled up the skirt. “I’m lucky he didn’t rip the rest of the outfit off me!”
*****
The men were standing around the fireplace when the girls walked back into the living room in a row. They looked amazing in their pleated plaid skirts, white button-down blouses, matching knee-high socks, topped off with a delightful kerchief, tied in a bow, wrapped around their collars. They took the time to do up their hair in nice, tight ponytails.
Mike gave a whistle as he saw them saunter in. The girls stood in a line right in front of their respective fathers, hands clasped behind their backs, chests thrust out proudly.
Beth spoke up, “Is this what you wanted, Daddy?”
Don nodded, stepped toward her, and gently caressed a cheek. “Almost.” He stepped back, and announced firmly, “Lose the bra’s, ladies.”
The rest of the fathers nodded, as the girls all gasped.
Becky looked right at her father, and smiled. “Whatever you want, Daddy.” She reached under her shirt, undid the clasp, and expertly removed the bra, one arm at a time without removing the blouse, pulling it from the armhole, and presented it to him as a trophy. Her erect nipples threatened to tear holes in the thin fabric of her blouse, and her aureolas were plainly visible to everyone in the room.
Bill took the bra from her, secretly enjoying how warm it was, and resisted the urge to raise it to his nose to inhale the scent of her marvelous tits. “Thank you.”
“How do I look, Daddy?” Becky asked, biting her lip demurely and smiling, twisting her shoulders from side to side, fully aware that the movement made her breasts bounce deliciously inside the thin blouse.
“You look terrific, sweetheart.”
“Do you remember the last time I wore this outfit for you?”
“I do,” Bill sighed.
Everyone could sense the the strong sexual tension between the two illicit lovers, which permeated the room like a strong perfume.
The other girls followed suit, similar removing their brassieres without taking off their blouses, and handing them to their respective fathers coyly. Once again, they lined up, hands behind their backs, chests thrust out proudly, only now four sets of very erect nipples could plainly be seen.
“What would you like us to do next, Daddy?” Laurie asked. The shirt rubbed her nipples deliciously, and it took all her willpower to not pinch them in front of everybody.
“Now,” Don answered for him, “We can all go out to dinner.”
“WHAT?!!!” all four girls shouted in unison.
“We can’t go out in public like this!”
“You cannot be serious!”
“Daddy! Don’t make us do this!”
“I’ll just die if anyone sees me like this!”
“What’s the problem?” Mike said, chuckling. “I thought you girls were starving.”
“Really? Do we have to?” Stacey complained. “These shirts are really thin, and…”
“And they’ll see EVERYTHING,” Beth finished.
“So?” Mark replied. “Are you forgetting? All of us have already seen each of you naked, in all your glory.”
“Not in a fucking RESTAURANT!” Laurie shouted.
“LADIES!” Bill’s voice boomed out, silencing the outcries. Once they were quiet, he added, “This is your punishment, and you better get used to the idea, before…,” he paused, smiling. “We take the panties, too.”
Laurie gasped with the rest of the girls, but now she was smiling as well. “Fine.” She walked over to the mantle, where her purse was sitting, The other girls grabbed their purses, as well.
Laurie extracted her lip gloss, liberally applying a fresh coat. She walked up to Don, taking him by the arm. “Shall we go?”
*****
They went to the pizza place in town, which was quite popular on a Saturday afternoon. The girls were mortified at first, noticing how literally ever male they encountered was staring at them intently as they sauntered in, each hanging on the arm of an obviously older man.
By silent consent, it worked out that each of the girls had chosen an escort who was not their father; Laurie accompanied Don, Becky with Paul, Bill and Stacey, and Beth with Mike.
They ordered four large pies, and took over two picnic tables on the patio out back, with a marvelous vista of the surrounding mountains. The girls snuggled up to their dates as much as they could, more to hide their obviously erect nipples from watching eyes.
This had the unintended consequence of making them horny as hell, and soon the focus went from hiding their nipples to actively rubbing them against the men’s sides.
But the Pizza was good, and soon they all relaxed a bit and began enjoying each other’s company. They ate voraciously and chatted excitedly among themselves while they watched the sun set gloriously behind the mountains.
Bill begged off after downing a couple slices, to hit the hardware store before it closed, for some necessary pieces to fix the hot tub back at the cabin. In his absence, Stacey sidled up to her own dad, making him the meat in the teenage girl sandwich with Beth. When he put his arms around both of them, the two girls shared a look, remembering the last time they partook in sharing him.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, it was easier for everyone to be together. More than one wandering teenage hand found its way to a man’s crotch, surreptitiously squeezing the hard-on trapped within.
By the time Bill returned, they were all laughing and joking together. Of course, on his way to the table, Bill noticed that every male within a hundred yards was fixated on the little vixens in their sexy outfits.
He recounted his observation once seated back with the other dads at the table. “And probably wondering what the hell these hotties are doing with a bunch of old farts like us,” he added with a laugh.
“Ha-Ha. REAL funny, guys.” Laurie rolled her eyes. “I’m SO glad our discomfort is amusing to you all.”
“Right on, girl!” Stacey added, hugging her dad’s arm closer, trying and failing to hide her large breasts from prying eyes. “This is SO embarrassing!”
“Well, I for one am really enjoying the show, ladies.” Don said, as he took another bite of his pizza.
“Me, too,” added Paul, pulling Becky tighter to him, and playfully tickling her.
“Stop it!” she objected loudly, but her eyes showed a sparkle that indicated that she was actually enjoying this little escapade.
Mike washed down his pizza with a swig of root beer, and asked, “So, Bill, did you find the pieces you were looking for?”
“I think so,” he replied, “I may have to MacGyver a couple things, but yeah, I can make it work.”
“Well, I can’t WAIT to try out that hot tub,” Becky said. “I’ve never even been in one before.”
“You’re in for a treat!” Beth replied. “Remember, Daddy? That hotel we stayed in last time we took a trip together? They had a jacuzzi!”
“Yeah, I remember,” Don replied, standing up from the table. “But I’ll bet I’m going to enjoy this one a LOT more!”
“Right you are!” Paul said, also rising. Becky stuck to him like she was glued to his side. “Shall we get this show on the road?”
*****
They passed by several cute shops on their way out of town, and girls would have loved a shopping expedition in town, had they not been wearing the skimpy costumes. But there was time for that later, they reasoned. Now, they couldn’t wait to get back to the cabin and get out of the costumes, and down to serious business.
Becky was in the back seat of her dad’s big car, still latched pretty securely on Paul’s arm. Stacey was in the front, chatting excitedly with Bill about how beautiful the sunset over the mountains was.
Once outside of the small town, the streetlights became few and far between, leaving the back seat engulfed in darkness.
Paul leaned down to Becky, and said softly, “You know, we’re alone now; you’re safe from prying eyes.”
Becky blinked up at him. “I know,” she replied with a sigh.
“What I’m saying is,” Paul whispered, “You don’t have to hold on so tight anymore.”
She loosened her hold on his arm. “Sorry.”
“Not that I minded,” he said with a chuckle. “I kinda liked knowing every other guy in that joint couldn’t help staring at you, and was jealous as hell that you were with me.”
“Well, I could tell…,” Becky leaned into him and whispered, “…that YOU certainly liked looking at me, too! Hell, you couldn’t stop staring at my nipples all through dinner!”
Paul laughed. “Busted!” He leaned down, and whispered back, “Can you blame me? You’re so beautiful… and you looked so… delicious… in that outfit.”
Becky grinned. “Stop it!” she objected, obviously not meaning it. “You’re just like every boy ever; drooling over my tits! Enjoying watching me in my discomfort, that’s all!”
“Hey; who made you BUY that outfit in the first place? And truthfully?” Paul leaned down to whisper in her ear. “With every bite of my pizza, all I could think about was how I would rather be chewing on those nipples instead.”
“Fresh!” Becky smacked his arm playfully, then took his hand and maneuvered his arm around her shoulders, snuggling into him in the back seat.
“TRULY delicious.” Paul reached around from behind her back to give one boob a quick squeeze.
Becky looked up at him, and replied softly, “Why don’t you have a taste now?” She leaned up and kissed him on the lips.
Paul kissed her back ardently, as he and Rebecca jointly unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her white blouse, then she pulled his hand inside to squeeze her naked breast. Paul moaned into her mouth at the intimate contact, thrilled that she wanted him as much as he wanted her as she encouraged him to maul her tender teenage flesh.
“HEY!” Bill’s voice pulled them from their intimate moment, and the lovers abruptly stopped this passionate kiss. Paul quickly removed his hand from her chest as Becky pulled her shirt closed.
“Yes, Daddy?” Becky replied meekly. Stacey was turned around now, grinning at the the two busted lovers.
“No fooling around back there!” Bill said sternly, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.
“Sorry, Bill, I guess I just got carried away,” Paul said sheepishly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Well, you should know better,” Bill said curtly.
“What’s the big deal, Mr. Sampson?” Stacey asked. “So they wanted to get a head start on things. Heck, don’t you wish it was you and me in the back seat instead of them?” She slid over to him on the big bench seat, and cupped her hand on the obvious bulge in Bill’s jeans. “We all know what’s going to happen once we get back to the cabin.”
“Do you, now?” Bill said, summoning all of his will power to remove her hand from his crotch. “I remind both of you ladies that your punishment isn’t over.” He followed Don’s SUV off the main road and onto the dirt road that led to the cabin.
“Wait a minute…” Becky said. “That little escapade in the restaurant just now wasn’t it?”
“Not by a long shot, missy.” Bill answered, smiling.
“You’re kidding me, Mr Sampson.” Stacey was aghast. “We were out in public, practically naked!”
“A: You were NOT naked; and B: Hell, these outfits were in YOUR luggage. You obviously WANTED to be seen in them.”
“By YOU, Dad,” Becky responded.
“Just me?” he retorted.
“And… by the other dads, too, I guess.”
“So…, in other words, an audience. Well, you got your wish, then.” Bill stared at her in the rear view mirror. “So explain to me how getting what you wanted constitutes a punishment?”
Don pulled up the the cabin, and Bill pulled alongside him. As everybody exited the vehicles, you could tell Beth was having words with her dad.
“All I’m saying, Daddy, is that you were kinda mean to us just now, so…”
“Just get your pretty little behind in the cabin, young lady, and we’ll get this punishment over with.”
“But… Don… That was SO embarrassing!” Laurie whined. She stepped close to him, placing her hands on his chest, and pressing her hips to his waist. “Can’t we do something… ANYTHING, so that you’ll forgive us? Please?”
Don looked at her sternly. “You too, little girl.” He gently pushed her away by the shoulders, turning her around in the process. “ESPECIALLY you. I can’t shake the feeling that somehow, you’re the ringleader behind all this.” He gave her a playful smack on the rump. “Move,” he said, with a distinct twinkle in his eye.
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