Emily glanced up from the garment and looked the girl in the eyes, "Nat, you're always so fashionable. Someday you'll have to show me all your best outfits."
"I'd love to do that, I've always wanted to be a model!"
"You'd be perfect for it!" Emily replied enthusiastically.
"Speaking of model, Elle modeled off an amazing shirtdress this morning."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, she really needs to freshen up her wardrobe." Nat plugged, "You should totally help her out with that, right Elle?"
The two looked over at Elle, who was in a distant reverie. "Mm- hm," was all she could think to reply. She was surprised at how quickly the wind had whipped up her nerves again.
"Honey," Emily inquired sympathetically, "are you doing alright?"
"Mm-hm"
"Do you need to cum again?" Emily reached out and caressed Elle's knee.
Nat was a bit surprised to hear Emily speak so bluntly, but she also liked it. She wondered if she'd see Elle masturbate again and recalled again their adventure in the dressing room this morning. Beneath her skirt, her sex lubricated.
"Mm, I'm fine," Elle pushed out.
"Okay, well, if you need to cum, you can do that here. Don't fret about it." As she said this, her eyes flicked to Nat and the girl wondered just a little if Emily meant that for the two of them.
Emily brought her full attention back to the swimming top and spoke directly to Nat. "Here, let me help you with this. She tied the top strings into a knot and hung it around the girl's neck. Adrian knew that the show was probably over at this point, but was glad that he saw what he could.
Emily gripped Nat lightly by the shoulders and spun her around in her seat. Her hands wandered slowly across her shoulders and pulled Nat's trapped hair from under the string around her neck. Nat shivered slightly. "Somebody has goosebumps," Emily teased. She then tickled Nat's shoulders and neck, causing her to hunch over and guffaw.
"Stop, stop!" she giggled. She dove to the other side of the car to escape the attack. "Elle, save me from your mom!" Nat climbed nearly on top of her friend, but Elle merely whined, half in annoyance, half out of stimulation of her nerve endings.
"Okay, okay," Emily conceded, "let me get the rest of this tied together. She pulled the two side strings together around Nat's back and tied them into a bow. "There, that should do it. Let me know if you need help with the bottoms, too."
Nat turned back around in her seat and grabbed the second part of the suit. "Thanks, I think I can manage this one myself." One side of the bottoms were already tied off, so Nat slipped her leg into it and pulled it up under her skirt.
Adrian found himself disappointed. He had hoped she'd remove the skirt first, just as she had done with her top. After seeing her bare chest, he was desperately curious to glimpse her nether region.
With the suit firmly in place, Nat hiked up the other end of her skirt to tie off the opposite side. "There. All ready to go." She thought the car seemed oddly quiet.
Emily just gazed at the girl's exposed upper thigh and hipbone. She also noticed that Nat hadn't taken off any panties before she put her bottoms on.
The young girl felt hot under the gaze of her best friend's mom, as if the woman's eyes were two spotlights highlighting her on a darkened stage. She was a little unsure what was happening, yet she felt the urge to perform, just as she had in Cole's Place and in the food court with those boys.
She met Emily's gaze but felt intimidated by the older woman and couldn't hold it. But as she looked away, shyly, she slowly slipped the ruffled miniskirt over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in just her skimpy swimming suit and chunky, black sneakers. Nevertheless, she felt as if she could have been naked in that moment. She clutched one arm and bit her lip, bashfully. And then Adrian pulled into the pool parking lot.
"Here we are," he said.
Nat cheered, somewhat thankful to be able to retreat from the situation. "I'm so excited. Thanks for the ride, Mister and Misses Rowan!" She dove out of the car as soon as it came to a stop and skipped up to the front register. She hopped with youthful impatience as Emily and Adrian tended to Elle.
"Elle, honey, we're here," said Emily quietly. Elle sat, curled up with her eyes closed. Emily turned to her husband. "We should get her into the water. That will shake her out of it, I bet."
"Let's hope so," he replied. He opened up the back door and leaned over to scoop her up. He was thankful she was still so light. The hand he slipped under her legs became instantly glossy with her fluids and sweat. He detected the same musky scent she gave off when his wife had helped her masturbate in the car the previous day. She brought her arms up around his neck and burrowed her face into its crook. "Aren't you just a little kitten?" Adrian chuckled. Elle cooed and began to kiss his neck lightly. He blushed and felt his cock stiffen. He glanced over at Emily who was smirking at him. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, let's go get her in the water."
They walked up to the cash register and Emily paid their way in. The cashier shot confused looks at Adrian and Elle as the girl continued to kiss his neck playfully. He avoided eye contact with them.
As they headed for the dressing room, Adrian put Elle onto her feet so that he could go into the men's side. She wobbled like a newborn doe, her legs threatening to fold underneath her. To Emily he said, "She's all yours now." Emily grabbed her hand and pulled her gently in the direction of the locker room. Adrian went his separate way, but looked back at his daughter one last time. She stumbled along, and yanked the sagging waistband of her "boyfriend bottoms" up over her pale butt. Adrian sighed, unsure what he was supposed to do. All he knew for sure was that he was in well over his head.
As he had no suit, he passed straight through the men's dressing room and out into the pool area. He wandered along, looking for a spot to stake a claim for his family. He took stock of the goings-on around him. The pool was bustling, and just as busy as he expected it to be on such a hot day. Men and women, boys and girls of all ages played, splashed, and screamed in the water. Every so often the staccato tweet of a lifeguard's whistle would ring out. His eyes wandered especially to the young girls who swam in their fashionable bikinis, though he made an effort not to stare. If they were in a couple, he wondered if their boyfriends knew just how much of a catch they were holding onto. But he also remembered how awkward it was when he was their age. His mind wandered back to his wife and their morning of sexual play. He felt incredibly lucky to be married to the such a wonderful, exciting woman. He counted his blessings that she was good, giving, and game. Always there to indulge his whims and fantasies, just as he was there for her in return.
Meanwhile, Emily followed Nat into the locker room, pulling Elle in behind her.
Nat's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, Phina!"
Phina was sitting on one of the wooden benches in the dressing room, making kissy faces into her selfie-cam. She had yet to change into her swimming suit. She whirled around at the sound of Nat's call. "Jesus christ, Nat," she said bashfully, "You scared the living shit out of me."
Nat giggled, "You taking creepshots in the changing room?"
"Nah," Phina said sheepishly, "Just sending Julian a little miss-you selfie."
"Oh, I thought he was gonna be here today, too."
"He is. He's getting changed in the men's locker room right now."
"Oh, so, he's missing you already, huh?" Nat said astutely. Phina just winked in return. "Oh man, we should send him a group selfie! He won't even know what he's in for."
Phina laughed and agreed, "He definitely won't be expecting two babes for the price of one."
"Make it four. I brought Elle and her mom along with me."
Emily chimed in, "You brought us, huh? I forgot you drove the car you don't own." Phina laughed at Emily's joke. Emily smiled warmly and reached out her hand. "Hi Phina, I'm Emily."