Chapter 6

Heather wore a thin robe with nothing under it to breakfast the next morning. She left it open so the front of her body would show.

Keith stared openly at his daughter's stunning tits. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. She had never before displayed herself so openly, so flagrantly.

She saw him looking and grinned mischievously. What would he say if he knew she was deliberately giving him a look at her naked charms? She had no idea. Neither did she have any clear idea why she was behaving so brassy.

"I don't have to worry about a door hitting me in the face, do I?" she laughed.

He shook his head, still without speaking.

She sat down across from him. "Daddy, when a man tells a woman that she's a fine piece of ass, what exactly does he mean?"

He tried to act shocked, without success. Looking at her naked body distorted his perspective. He avoided looking at her and carefully put honey on his toast. "I beg your pardon! That isn't a fit subject for father and daughter to discuss."

"Oh, come off it, Daddy. You've never told me that I couldn't discuss something with you. I don't have a mother to ask, and I don't want to ask the next man I go to bed with. Besides, I heard you tell your lady friend that last night. What did you mean?"

"You ought not spy on your father."

Heather picked up the bottle of honey and pretended to study it. "I'd better put this on the shopping list. You eat a lot of it. I didn't spy, Daddy. Not deliberately anyway. I had to go through the living room to get to my room."

Keith took a bite of toast and a sip of coffee to stall for time. "I thought you would stay out late."

"Chuck and I had a falling out, and I left early. I'm glad you like sex. And that you like it with women my age. What's her name?"

"Gina. She works for the same company I do." He didn't want to tell his daughter that he picked up a woman in a bar. It might lower her stature in her eyes.

"When you told her that she's a fine piece of ass, what did you mean?"

He grinned sheepishly. "I'm not sure I know. Maybe it's just something a man says to a woman. To make her feel good. Whatever."

"Have you ever had a bad piece of ass?"

"You aren't going to let go of it, are you?"

"No. You know how hard headed I am. It's something I want to talk about. I think it makes more sense to say a piece of pussy. Unless you specifically get a girl's ass."

"You're naughty," he said, chuckling in spite of himself.

"I'm your daughter, so what can I say? Let's get back to the subject. What would you consider a bad pussy?"

"One that's so loose you can't feel it. Even if it's tight, a woman who doesn't get into it isn't fun. Making it with a woman who just lies there and let's you do everything isn't much better than masturbation."

"So, Gina must have a tight pussy. From what I saw, she didn't just lie there and let you do all the work. How many times did you have her?"

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my daughter," he said.

"Every girl is somebody's daughter," Heather laughed.

"True, but not mine. We did it a couple of times."

"Have you had her before?"

"No."

"How many times did she cum?"

"I didn't count. All she wanted, I suppose. At least, she seemed satisfied when she went home."

"Didn't you take her home? I didn't see her car in the driveway."

"She didn't want me to. She took a taxi back to where she parked her car. She's married."

"So she has to be careful. Did you eat her?"

"Well, at least you didn't see everything. Yes, I ate her."

"Did she get off when you ate her?"

He ate the last of his toast and drank his coffee. "I think we've talked about this enough. You're prying now." He made no effort to get up and leave.

"Did she say anything that told you if she goes both ways?"

"What do you know about that?"

"Did she?"

"She said she could never do that with a woman."

"Nonsense. Every woman can, or can learn. She just has to learn to let go and do what comes naturally. Are you going to fuck her again?"

"Heather!"

"Daddy, sometimes four-letter words are the easiest way to express yourself. We're both adults. Why do we have to beat around the bush?" She looked at her watch. "I've got to run or I'll be late. I've got to open the shop this morning. See you tonight." She gave him a kiss full on the mouth. "I'll be home early enough to cook dinner."

"Don't bother, honey. I have to work late. I'll grab a bite to eat downtown."

"Okay, then I'll see you when I see you."

He stared at her foxy ass as she walked out of the room. He couldn't help looking at the blatant display of female pulchritude, even if she was his daughter. If she wasn't his daughter ... no, he didn't dare even think such preposterous thoughts. Not only would society condemn him, his daughter would brand him a dirty old man and move out. She was too dear to him. He simply couldn't do anything to destroy their relationship.

The lascivious conversation with her father stirred her in the depths of her soul. If he wasn't her father, she would nail him in an instant. But she knew he would totally freak out if he even thought she felt that way.

Still, she couldn't get the image of him fucking Gina out of her mind all day. Her pussy stayed wet and her clit tingled continually.

"What's with you today, girl?" Connie asked. "You gave Mrs. Jenkins a size six dress to try on. You know she takes a ten."

Heather looked flabbergasted. "Did I?" She didn't even remember Mrs. Jenkins being in the shop.

"You sure did. You also put the 40D bras in with the 32As when you restocked the rack. Want to talk about whatever is bothering you?"

"I guess I need a rousing romp in the sack."

"So? Call Chuck. He's always ready, willing and able. Well, he's ready and willing where you're concerned. I don't know how able he is. I've never had him."

"I burned my bridges with him. We got into it last night because he missed Daddy. If I want a man, I'll have to find another one. I'm not up to the hassle right now."

"Well, you'll figure out something," Connie said.

Heather got her act together and did better the rest of the day.

"Connie, would you like to take in a movie tonight?" she asked as they were bagging the bank deposit. "If you don't have a date."

"Honey, I haven't had a date in over a week," Connie replied. "In case you haven't noticed, the pickings are pretty slim. Seems like half of the men are taken. The good ones, anyway. The rest of them go the other way these days. I don't know what the world is coming to."

"I'll take that as a yes," Heather laughed. "We'll have dinner, then catch the nine o'clock show."