Robert arrives in a limo!

"I LOVE your outfit," Robert said, looking me up and down.

"Such a charmer," I replied, giving him a peck on the cheek as he lead me down the front walk to the waiting limo.

"So hey, there's been a bit of a change of plans. my daughter Catherine really wanted to join us. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all!" I said, although inside I felt crushed. There went my hopes of getting Robert to fuck me the first time! I had to know if we were sexually compatible before taking this further, and now with Catherine, this looked impossible. No man is thinking about fucking his date when his daughter is present (or so I thought). Phooey!!!

Of course Catherine was absolutely charming and apologetic about spoiling our romantic dinner together, but how she had always wanted to try this restaurant with their new chef and how the owner had been a long-time friend of the family that was like a second mother to her after her own Mom had died, blah-blah-blah-blah.

Whatever. I tried to make the best of it, and soon Catherine and I were chatting like old girlfriends, which wasn't hard, you know, because she's, like, four years older than me.

I noticed Robert checking his phone and asked him what was up.

"Oh, it's Amber. She also desperately wanted to meet you and be part of the dinner, made quite a fuss about it, actually, but she has late-night classes at the International College of Art. So I told her that she could call and I'd introduce you to her on speaker, I hope that's okay. Apparently she only has a short window between two classes and I don't want to miss it."

"Why of course!" I said, placing a hand on his arm. "I'd love to talk with Amber! Whenever she's available!"

"You're the best," he said, giving me a wet smooch on the cheek.

At the restaurant, we had just gotten seated when one of the wait staff came over to provide water, but as she was pouring the glasses and handing them out, she accidentally spilled one right down the front of my shirt!

My whole front was soaked!

I immediately jumped up to run to the lady's room, but then Robert's phone rang!

"Oh, it's Amber!" he said, looking at the number. He reached out and grasped my hand and looked me in the eyes and I could tell: This was important to him. This was one of those moments in life where you put aside everything for family.

And so, even though I was soaked, I sank back down to my chair (which was still full of water) while the waitress fetched some towels to dry off the table and the floor around us.

Robert answered the phone and put it on speaker and we had a lovely chat with Amber.

But as we talked, I noticed Robert glancing down at my chest. I glanced down and then realized...

The water had made my diaphanous, floaty blouse, stick directly to my boobs! With the shelf bra, they were practically naked! And you could see my big fat nipples as clear as day!

I must have blushed third shades of red!

I hung my head, feeling so embarrassed and now noticing the other diners in the restaurant nodding over to me and making sly glances. I think I even saw one pervert take out his phone and snap some photos!

Would this ordeal ever be over so I could go to the lady's room to dry off???

But Amber just kept chatting and chatting, asking lots of detailed and lengthy questions about who I was, where I was born, what sort of school did I go to, what sort of music I liked, what sort of painters I loved, and on and on and ON. Would she never shut up? How long were the breaks between her classes anyway?

And all I could think of was my breasts showing through the wet, transparent blouse

Even the waitress had come back with drinks (I had a vodka tonic) and appetizers before Amber finally stopped talking!

"You might as well stay now," Catherine said, with a sly grin. "You've dried off well enough."

"Yes, stay," said Robert.

And then I looked in his eyes and saw it.

RAW DESIRE.

Robert was turned on. And not just averaged turned on. He was stallion ready-to-mount-a-filly-in-heat turned on.