Chapter 2 – Daddy in the Mens Room

We were on a trip to Florida when I was around 12 or so. I was enjoying the ride quite a bit. I found it really easy to pass the time. It was a couple of weeks after my first encounter with Daddy, and I had been slowly learning everything that a naughty girl needs to know from him. I was still constantly horny, and found my love for being a tease had grown even more as the days past. I now knew what a man could do and loved it when men looked at me!! I could tell what they were thinking by the look in their eyes.

I was sitting in the back seat wearing a tiny little skirt, and a skin tight, white, spaghetti strap, thin, white tank top. I was amazed that mom let me wear it. I guess she thought it was no big deal because, after all, we were headed to the beach. After about 30 minutes on the road I started entertaining myself by pulling my skirt up and showing my panties to truck drivers as we passed by them. I’m glad I didn’t cause a wreck, and I knew it was probably not the smartest thing in the world to do… but it was so much fun!!

About half way there, we stopped at this little gas station/convenience store to stretch our legs, grab a drink and use the bathroom. The bathrooms were outside, and I didn’t need to go or anything.. but decided I would at least check my look in the mirror if nothing else.

The Woman’s room was out of order. Well, that was pretty irritating. Mom went inside and asked them if there was another bathroom for women somewhere. They said no… of course. Mom was terribly irritated by it and went to pout in the car saying we would just stop at the next place right down the road. Dad, argued that the mens room would work, and offered to go in to the bathroom and hold the door shut for us if we wanted him to. I thought that was a great idea once mom said that there was no way she would do that. I mean, after all it would give me a few minutes alone with dad, and I loved that idea a lot.

Mom waited in the car, still pouting, around at the front of the store, and we went around behind the building where the bathrooms were. I was surprised because it was really clean. It looked like it had been remodeled but not used at all since. The only problem I saw was a hole cut in the wall to the first toilet stall. I asked dad what the hole was for and he told me it was for men to stick there cocks through. I thought about that for a moment, and the fact that it was a bathroom for men. “Oh, so there are gay guys that come in here and give blowjobs through the hole?” Dad nodded. I was a bit confused. “So, they don’t see each other?” He shook his head no. “But, why would they not want to see each other?”

My dad scratched his chin like he was trying to figure out a way to put his thoughts into words. “Well, the guy inside the stall would be gay, or something, the guy outside might not be.” That didn’t help me at all, I was only more confused. “But Dad, how can the guy outside not be gay if he knows a man is sucking him off.”

Once again he looked thoughtful. “Well, darlin… see the guy on the outside, that could be straight, can imagine or fantasize that there is actually a woman in the stall, and not some guy.”

“Have you ever done it Daddy?” I asked. He immediately looked disgusted. “No! My imagination isn’t that good sweetheart.” I thought that was one of the fumiest things I’ve ever heard and laughed out loud at him. I guess he realized how funny it sounded too and started giggling.

I went to the mirror and leaned over the sink to get a good close look at my makeup. Daddy came right up behind me and lifted my skirt and started seriously admiring my ass with both hands. “I’ve been watching you in the rear view mirror since we left home.