Wet Upskirt.pdf

It was a rainy day and Tiffany was walking home from school when she realized her skirt was too short for the weather. It kept getting soaked by the rain, clinging to her legs and revealing more than she intended.

As she rushed down the sidewalk, her heels clicking on the wet pavement, Tiffany pulled her skirt down repeatedly, trying to maintain some modesty. But the fabric was too thin and the wind kept blowing it up, giving anyone who passed by a quick glimpse underneath.

Lost in her own thoughts, Tiffany didn't notice a car pull up beside her until the window rolled down. She glanced over to see her father, Mark, looking at her with a concerned expression.

"Hey sweetie, need a ride?" he asked.

Tiffany's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized he could probably see right up her skirt from his angle. "Uh, yeah, that would be great," she mumbled, quickly getting into the passenger seat and pulling her coat over her lap.

Mark's eyes flicked down before focusing back on the road. "You're soaked and shivering. Let's get you warmed up and dried off, okay?"

Tiffany nodded gratefully, pulling her knees up to her chest. She could feel the damp fabric of her skirt clinging to her thighs and prayed her father couldn't see anything too revealing.

As Mark drove, Tiffany stole glances at him, studying his profile. He was handsome for his age, with a strong jaw and kind eyes. She knew some of her friends thought her dad was hot.

The car ride was quiet except for the pattering of rain on the roof. Tiffany couldn't help but notice how much bigger and more muscular Mark seemed beside her. She inhaled his familiar, manly scent.

When they arrived home, Mark insisted on helping Tiffany get changed into dry clothes. Hands trembling slightly, she let him guide her upstairs to her bedroom.

"My shorts are in the dresser," she said shyly as Mark hovered in her doorway.

He nodded and turned to leave but paused. Tiffany looked up to see him staring at her, his eyes dark with an unreadable emotion.

"Please don't tell mom about this," she whispered, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed, even though she was still fully clothed. "I don't want her to know what a ditz I am, walking around in the rain like this."

A slow smile spread across Mark's face. "Your secret is safe with me, sweetheart," he said huskily. "In fact, your mother is working late tonight. I can take much better care of you..."

Tiffany's heart began to race as her father took a step closer, the charged moment stretching between them. She knew this was wrong but some hidden, shameful part of her yearned for his forbidden touch and attention.

"I'd like that," she breathed. "Please, Daddy...take care of me."