To the office.

Daddy turns onto the freeway on the normal route to his office. As he pulls into a lane Daddy let's one hand fall from the wheel and drops it onto your knee. “You know I'm very proud of you princess.” Daddy says reassuringly. “You’re such a good girl.”

The feeling of Daddy's warm hand on your bare knee has the butterflies back in your tummy. Just yesterday if he had done that, you would just think it was Daddy being friendly. Now though, you worry that he might want to take it further. Not that Daddy isn't good looking. You always had a thing for older guys and daddy is still in great shape. But he’s your Dad. If anyone found out you would be ruined. It is comforting though to hear Daddy call you a good girl. Maybe he won't ask you to do that after all.

You are so lost in thought that you don't realise that you have arrived till Daddy puts the park brake on. Mentally shaking yourself, you get out of the car and struggle with all your stuff. Eventually you manage to get your bag over one shoulder and grab the muffin bag with one hand and your coffee cup with the other.

Following Daddy into the building you cross the lobby and enter an open lift. Daddy's office is on the top floor so it will take a few minutes as people get on and off at every floor. You are standing behind Daddy pressed up against the side of the lift when you feel a hand on your ass. Wanting to look around you try to turn but the crush of bodies stop you. The hand starts to roughly knead your toned ass causing an involuntary warmness between your legs. You try to slide sideways, but you really have nowhere to go. You should say something but what if it's someone important? You could get in bad trouble. It's not like this guy is doing any harm, just grabbing your ass through your skirt.

As you resolve to be a good girl and stay quiet, you feel the hand sliding down from your ass to the too high hemline. Shifting nervously, you feel your skirt being pulled up over your ass.