Going to your dad's place alone.
Getting in your dad's car after your mother drops you off with him, all excited to see him and finally spend some alone time with your dad.
As soon as you're on the road, he tells you it's okay, you can relax with him, get more comfortable. You know what that means, and immediately you shove your shorts down your thighs, exposing yourself, even on the public highway, where there's certainly truck drivers passing you, easily able to see what's going on in the passenger seat of the car.
You sit back in your seat, spreading your legs, slowly playing with yourself, just exploring, becoming reacquainted with your body. Your mother never lets you do this, she tells you it's not allowed, but dad? He encourages it. He even helps you.
Even now, he helps. He reaches over to your lap, his thick fingers so gentle, so soft where they touch you. You can feel his big, strong arm against your tummy, you hug it while he plays with you, and you relax into the comfort of finally being with him, safe and content.
