Hi Again. I started this story earlier, but had to hit submit in a hurry because somebody came to my office unexpectedly. Here's the second part.
After Lynn, Karen, and I had showered to go to dinner, the two girls went to change their clothes. I had to wear my same things because all my clothes were back at my hotel.
First Lynn came out of the bedroom wearing a short red silky dress with a vee neckline and bare legs. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra because her nipples stuck right out. Her titties were not big, but they were delightful to look at, hold, and suck.
She sat down in a big chair right across from me, and her dress slid up quite a bit.
"How does this look, Daddy Bruce?" she asked me.
I said,
"Lynn, you look so hot," and with that, she opened her knees a bit and said,
"This is hot, too. Want some?"
and I could see that she had no panties on and her pussy was glistening. After a got a bit more saliva in my mouth, I said,
"Lynn, why don't you drop the Daddy part and just call me Bruce?"
She said, "No way. I love the mystique that goes with daddy's little girl fucking his second father. It sounds so much fun and so dirty. Even though, we have not seen each other for such a long time, I kept hoping that one day you would do me."
"Lynn, it does sound dirty but exciting that you want to have sex with me, but it's your choice. I never in my life thought this would happen with you."
"Daddy Bruce, do you remember when I was in senior high school we all went to Mum and Dad's place in Florida? Well, I just kept trying to tease you every chance I could get because I knew you were checking my body out even though I didn't have much to offer. I used to lie on my tummy on the sand at the beach so you could see down the front of my bikini top and at least see my nipples. I used to sit cross-legged so you could see my pussy. I used to leave my bedroom door open a bit when I was changing because I knew you could see in from the couch where you always sat. I did everything to attract your attention: bent over so you could see my ass, stretched my arms above my head so my tits would look bigger, and sat on the bed to put some clothes on because it would show off my pussy. It was way back then that I wanted you to do something with me because I had such strong feelings for you. You weren't just my second father (using air quotes), you were my make-believe lover. But you didn't do anything about it and neither did I. Honestly, Daddy Bruce, I think I was in love with you."
"Lynn, I just can't believe this. Sure I was looking at you. I loved every part of your body and would have gone down on you in a NY minute. I tried and tried to sneak peeks at your pussy while you sat like you did and played with your Game Boy. Your pussy looked so inviting, and when your bathing suit got wet, you had the nicest little camel-toe. Fuck, you were and still are so hot."
"Thanks, Daddy Bruce."
and she got up and came over to the couch where I was sitting and gave me a long, wet, sensuous kiss.
"That kiss is all you get for now. The rest will come later--and maybe you will, too. What do you think of Karen? Isn't she fabulous?"
"Yeah, she sure is. What's the story here?"
"Well, we are both registered massage therapists and although we have our own clients, we also share a few. You know that rich-bitch I told you about? She is one of the ones we share, and it is because of her that I can afford a good lifestyle. I'll tell you about her at dinner when Karen is with us. I really love Karen, although we are not full-fledge lovers. She has a man in her life, too, but most times she says she enjoys playing with her dildo with me. So do I, because with Sean, it's fuck for five minutes, then get off and drink beer for the next three hours."
Just then, Karen came out of the bedroom wearing a mini skirt shorter than Lynn's, but she could do it because she was long and lean. She had on a black sweater with a scoop neck that accentuated her large boobs, and from what I could guess, it was a push-up bra because it showed off her tits and cleavage. Man, she looked good. When she walked away from us, you could see how wonderful her ass really was but I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not or if she even had a thong on. I really didn't care because I knew that Lynn was mine for the night.
Karen came back over to the couch and leaned down and kissed me; and when she did, I got a terrific view of her tits.
"You like them, Honey? Think they're big enough for tittie-fucking?"
All I could think of was that no other person in this world could be as lucky as I was at this time. Before I could answer, Lynn said,
"Sure they are. You can hold that black dong between them and suck your own tits very easily."
Karen said, "Oh yeah. I forgot about that."
"We'd better get going," Lynn said.
So we went down to the parking garage to get in Lynn's car. I opened both the passenger's door and the back door so I could sit in the back seat.
"No, no," said Karen. You sit up front with Lynn and I'll sit back here." and she got in.
While I was holding the door open for her, she climbed in and made no attempt to do it in a ladylike fashion because she spread her legs and held them open for a bit. It sort of made me flash back to Britney Spears pussy show, only Karen did have small panties on.
"Looks good, Karen. You have great legs."
She said, "Thanks. Maybe I can show you how I use them later."
I sat with Lynn; and with her short dress, I got a wonderful view.
"What's the matter? Don't like my legs?" she asked.
"Sure I do. Why do you say that?"
She said
"Because you didn't compliment me like you did Karen. Next thing you will tell me her tits are nicer."
That brought a lot of laughter in the car and took me off the hook.
We got to the restaurant which was a large roadhouse and found a large booth right in the middle of a row up against a side wall. Lynn got in, and I motioned for Karen to sit beside her.
"No, you go ahead, I'll sit on this side."
I sat down beside Lynn and left a bit of space between us, but she moved over closer to me so that our bodies were touching. Karen sat across from us positioned so that she was directly in the middle of us.
We ordered drinks first and Karen told the waiter that we would order food later. We sat and gabbed for a while about nothing in particular, but Lynn had her hand on my thigh all the time. I really liked that, especially when she moved it up and down a bit, but not touching my dick, just up and down the inside of my leg.
Karen talked to both of us, but she leaned forward a bit so that her tits were in view.
"Karen, you're such a slut showing off your tits like that. Why don't you just take your top off and be a full-fledged cock-teaser." Lynn teased
Karen replied,
"You're just jealous that you can't give a tittie show. Besides, don't talk to me about being a cock-teaser. I can see your hand moving up and down Daddy Bruce's leg. Watch out, Daddy Bruce, or she will be jerking you off."
That discussion brought lots of laughter.
"Okay, girls. I have something to ask you. Tell me about the rich-bitches you service."
Karen began first.
"Yeah, service is the right word. Two days ago, I was at Mrs. Dunphy's house for a call. When I got there, she met me at the door with a short white robe/jacket, no slacks or anything. She said,
'Come on in, Darling. I'm so anxious for you to start. I have this tightness in my neck, and it seems to stretch all the way down my back. Do something for me, Sweetheart".
I took the collapsable table from my backpack and started to put it up.
"Do you think we could use something more comfortable, Dear? Maybe if I just laid down on the bed, it wouldn't be so hard on me."
"So, we walked into her bedroom, and she laid down on her stomach, and I stood beside the bed on her right side and reached over to massage her shoulder. She told me that it felt pretty good already, so I put a little more pressure on her."
Lynn, interrupted her by saying,
"Tell Daddy Bruce what you were wearing, Karen." She said,
"Oh, yeah, I had my fuck-me clothes on; and just in case you don't know what they are, they are what Lynn was wearing yesterday when you met her."
"Fuck-me clothes?" I asked. Do you put a little extra in your work?"