Knowing Susan, she probably packed two. One that's a little more modest, and one 'for boys'. Either way, though, Richard is guaranteed to enjoy himself if he watches her from the shore, and enjoy himself even more if he does suffer the water with her. Hands drifting between legs, a brush here, a bump there. Gorgeous, and devious, especially in public.
Speaking of, the teasing, drifting hand between his legs gets a low sigh out of him. His mind works out compromises--a little further up, a little further, nobody's going to crash the car, there's no harm. He ignores it, though, tucking away the pangs of desire. Later, later.
"I smoke because I'm addicted, baby, and that's the only reason. Cigarettes do nothing but feed the addiction, they don't make me high or reward the user in any real way." He tosses the burned-down filter out the window and breathes a sigh of faint relief when her hand vanishes, but why, why is the very act of her taking off her socks and shoes and wiggling around in the passenger's seat alluring. It's the sheer girlish un-selfconsciousness about it, perhaps. His teeth grind to see that pert little ass in the air while she digs around. He wishes she'd been more innocent when he'd gotten his hands on her, although ruining the last vestiges of her purity are good enough for him.
"And, yeah. Outlet. Little smartass." Richard grins teasingly and bends his head to kiss her hip, his fingers drifting along her waist and under her blouse to ghost against her stomach. "Oh, God, my little naiad. I can't wait to watch you play in the water, baby. Kiss you in public, run my hands over you in sight of other people. Just think, all those people seeing a father and his daughter and not even knowing it."
He exhales sharply, his hand dropping back down, his heart pounding with sudden anticipation. "And of course we can hit some decent restaurants, some stores, you can run around on the trolley and do whatever as long as you don't get into trouble..." Smiling, he drums his fingers along the wheel and gazes out into the road, adjusting the mirror to watch the curve of her back and the droop of her head while she searches. "I think I'm as excited about this as you are."
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Speaking of, the teasing, drifting hand between his legs gets a low sigh out of him. His mind works out compromises--a little further up, a little further, nobody's going to crash the car, there's no harm. He ignores it, though, tucking away the pangs of desire. Later, later.
"I smoke because I'm addicted, baby, and that's the only reason. Cigarettes do nothing but feed the addiction, they don't make me high or reward the user in any real way." He tosses the burned-down filter out the window and breathes a sigh of faint relief when her hand vanishes, but why, why is the very act of her taking off her socks and shoes and wiggling around in the passenger's seat alluring. It's the sheer girlish un-selfconsciousness about it, perhaps. His teeth grind to see that pert little ass in the air while she digs around. He wishes she'd been more innocent when he'd gotten his hands on her, although ruining the last vestiges of her purity are good enough for him.
"And, yeah. Outlet. Little smartass." Richard grins teasingly and bends his head to kiss her hip, his fingers drifting along her waist and under her blouse to ghost against her stomach. "Oh, God, my little naiad. I can't wait to watch you play in the water, baby. Kiss you in public, run my hands over you in sight of other people. Just think, all those people seeing a father and his daughter and not even knowing it."
He exhales sharply, his hand dropping back down, his heart pounding with sudden anticipation. "And of course we can hit some decent restaurants, some stores, you can run around on the trolley and do whatever as long as you don't get into trouble..." Smiling, he drums his fingers along the wheel and gazes out into the road, adjusting the mirror to watch the curve of her back and the droop of her head while she searches. "I think I'm as excited about this as you are."