Car trip turns into car strip

"I've got an idea," Walter said, his deep voice rumbling through the car. "Let's make this trip more interesting."

Peter eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"

Walter grinned as they approached a red light. "Just watch."

As the car stopped, Walter began unzipping the front of the Samus costume slowly. Cars behind them began honking.

"Dad, what are you doing? The light's green!" Peter said, his face turning red.

Walter just laughed, zipping back up leisurely before finally pressing the accelerator. "Just testing the waters, son. Testing the waters." The next red light found Walter at it again, this time unzipping the front of the Samus costume completely. The metallic blue material clung to Samus' curves as Walter slowly peeled it away, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Peter's breath caught in his throat as Samus' breasts spilled out, the nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Peter hissed, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching.

"Marketing, son. Pure marketing," Walter replied, his deep voice rumbling with amusement as he gave a little shimmy that made Samus' breasts bounce.

The light turned green, but Walter made no move to start driving again. Instead, he continued to strip, pulling the costume down to Samus' waist. The blue material was proving tricky to remove, clinging to her skin like a second layer. Peter's face burned with embarrassment as cars began to honk behind them.

"Dad, the light's green!" Peter said again, his voice strained.

Walter just laughed, finally managing to pull the costume down and off, revealing Samus' toned stomach and the curve of her hips. "Patience, son. We're just getting to the good part." An impossibly smooth V line dissapeared between Samus' naked toned thighs.