Green Microkini

My father’s eyes went wide as Megan strut out wearing a micro bikini and holding three cold beers.

“That’s a sight.” He said softly as she turned closing the door behind her.

While the strings were black, the small triangles that barley covered her nipples were a bright neon green. The string strained as it held taut against Megan’s perky breasts and her nipples poked through the thin material. The Matching bottom was more of a G-string than a swimsuit bottom and had a lot of extra black string dangling from her hips.

“Doesn’t leave much to the.’” My father trailed off staring at Megan who now shifted trying her best not to raise her hands to cover her body.

He tore his eyes from the exposed bombshell and looked at me with an embarrassed smile. I smiled back and casually walked up to Megan, grabbed her waist then walked her further onto the deck. Her six-inch heels thumped on the wood and my father’s eyes darted down to note the sound before looking back at me then right back to Megan.

I glanced at Megan’s breasts that strained, threating to break the thin string between her tits and smiled. “So, as I was saying dad, about how things are with Megan now, she is going to be our little waitress for the night.”

Megan's eyes darted towards me, and I could see the wheels in her head spinning, likely wondering and dreading how much I told my father and what that entailed.

Nervously chewing on her lips Megan nodded with a half-smile. "I brought you a beer, sirs “she said extending her hand and offering the drink to my dad, who took it and thanked her.

“No need to thank her dad.” I casually remarked as My palm met Megan’s bare ass cheeks. The contact of bare skin admitted a loud smack that echoed against the house and Megan let out a small, closed mouth squeak.

“Yeah alright,” My dad said slowly looking away from Megan. “Why don’t I get started on burgers?”

We had finished cooking the burgers and soon found ourselves sitting at the picnic table, my father browsing through music on his phone while I prepared a burger for myself and Megan.

“The food smells amazing.” She said meekly, still unable to meet my father’s gaze, which at this point was no longer concerned with looking Megan in the eyes.

For a while the dinner felt completely normal, we talked about our weekend plans, my job, my father’s biweekly poker game on Sunday and nothing seemed out of place except for the fact my father never once asked about Megan or her school.

While it was nothing crazy it was like my father had fallen into perfect step with me. When my father looked at Megan it was no longer with respect for his future daughter-in-law, it was disappointment and something else. Megan saw it too and shifted each time his eyes ran over her body.

“Well think it’s time we clean up.” My father said, slapping his lap before he picked up his beer and twirled it just above the table. “Megan why don’t you go get Mike and I another beer and you can clean up while we go chat by the pool.”

Megan glanced at me, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and for a moment it looked like the old Megan had returned but, in an instant, she was gone. Replaced by a subdued demeanor and eyes cast to the ground.

“Yes sir.” She sighed softly, rising from the table, and walking inside.

My father looked at me and nodded his head towards the pool. By the time we walked to the pool Megan had already returned and handed us our drinks.

“Here you go, sirs.” She said flatly, turning away from us and that’s when my father’s palm connected with Megan’s ass cheek. The smack was hard, hard enough to echo and make the poor girl yelp in pain

“Thanks doll.” He said above Megan’s whining and turned to me seeking my approval. I smirked and nodded as we both watched Megan’s bare and now red ass cheek as she walked away.

“Your mother would have whooped my ass if she ever saw me treating a woman like that.” he said, I chuckled and took another pull of my beer.

“Megan’s not going to do that.”

“You sure you're okay with the new way she wants to be treated?” My dad asked forcing himself to look away from the blonde beauty. I nodded. “Would have left her If I wasn’t.” I replied stretching my arms out. My father didn’t need to know it was my idea after all.

My father nodded again and sipped his beer, watching as Megan struggled to carry a hand full of condiments inside.

We both watched as she walked up to the door and glanced back as if considering asking for help. Shaking her head Megan turned away from us swayed on her heels for a moment then impressively lifted her left leg and used it to push the sliding door open.

“Damn.” My father whistled clearly impressed. “You sure she is just studying to be a doctor?”

“As far as I know.” I was equally impressed but mostly amused by her stubbornness.

“You guys staying the night?”

I laughed and sipped my beer, thinking about how to answer. There was something in my father’s voice that told me if we stayed, he was going to have more questions and requests.