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My dad and I were eating lunch. Just out of the blue he said, "Would you like me to get another one of those toys for you?"
He meant a sex toy. He got me a vibrator a few months ago. He gave me the package and didn't say anything about what it was. I was a little surprised when I opened it. I never mentioned it after that and he didn't either. I did clean it and turned it on low and put it against my tongue. It was about 7 inches long. I was curious. Not big around at all and rubbery. The vibration was fun but I put it away. I just don't use them.
I said, "Dad, I haven't ever used the first one. I'm not that comfortable about it but thanks anyway. It's thoughtful of you."
"Well, ok," he said. "If I can be whatever in any way let me know? It might be a little different."
I mulled about it a couple of days and couldn't make sense about what he said about 'different'. It's just dad and I in the house. We're great with each other but usually kind of private in personal stuff. I do watch tv in the evenings sometimes not fully dressed and sometimes he does too. Absolutely nothing risquΓ© or revealing. Mostly thickish pjs.
I put on my pjs and climbed on dad's lounger with him like I used to do when I was a kid and do sometimes now. He's had that lounger for over 20 years and it's been recovered once, leather. He loves it. I lean against one lounger arm with my legs across his to the other side and he usually puts his arm around my shoulder so we're more meshed. The lounger arms are pretty wide on top and soft so it's not uncomfortable and he kind of cradles me.
After a little while I said, "Dad, what did you mean by it might be a little different?"
"I suppose I was thinking about if you would like to see what we could do. Together. See if you like it. If you want to. You might could have more fun than you are and by different I was thinking I could help rather than it just being you."
"What would you do?"
"Phyllis, I don't know. I used to take Gretchen to a nude beach near here so she could have some fun seeing and being seen. It's still there. We could drop in, walk around, see the sights. You might be surprised how you'd feel."
"We would be nude at the beach. Outside."
"Yes, but so would everybody else. Nobody would care. A lot of the guys would be excited. We could hold hands and they wouldn't make a hit on you. They have a lot of sex on those beaches. You could watch. Nobody would care."
"I'm not sure about that. What would you do if you did one of the 'different' things?"
"Well, I guess I would try to get you feeling more if you wouldn't mind. Intimate. No, that's not the word. Maybe excited. I'll try not to shock you but you can let me know if you want to go on."
"When do you want to do that? Now?"
"Sure."
"Turn out the lamp. It won't be totally dark but it'll be better."
"I'm not going to undress you."
"Ok, but still."
Dad leaned over and turned out his floor lamp. There was a little light coming from the far kitchen under-cabinet lights but it was low enough. He shifted around a little and pulled my knee up higher and put his hand on my thigh. My butt was kind of on his thigh. I wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do but I had pants and a bra on under my pjs. I had my head down on his shoulder. His hand moved up my thigh and I felt his fingers lightly ride up right in the middle between my legs. That was an eye opener.
When he went up my clit it was better than when I do that getting to sleep, then he started back down. Sometimes he had his fingers on the outside and squeezed me inward. I liked it.
"Can you feel that?"
"Not so much with the thick pjs and my pants are tight across me but I can feel it."
"It feels like you have a lot of pubic hair. Can we do this and see if it excites you some? If you like I can slip my hand up inside your pjs."
"No. Let's just do this for now. It's already exciting me some."
"Me too."
"I thought it was. I can feel you underneath."
"I can't move it. There's not that much room down there."
"That seems to be both our problem."
Dad sometimes used two fingers, one each side of my clit and squeezed me all up and down. I really was enjoying his fingers going up the middle and back down. He went all the way down under a little. I slowly let my other knee tilt outward. I could see his hand and fingers enough to keep track when I opened my eyes for a moment. I edged my leg over a small amount so I could feel him in his pants more. I do get excited like this every now and then but dad got me like this right out of the blue.
I wanted to stop but I didn't want to stop. After about 20 minutes we quit and I climbed off and on the way to the kitchen and bed I felt a little squishy. My dad made me wet my pants. I'm not a self-addressing kind of girl. I mean I've never even had an orgasm that I know of. I do rub my hand down between my legs now and then to settle me down and get comfortable in bed but that's about all. I didn't really know if dad needed something or he was trying to do something for me.
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I waited a couple of days and put on a thin pair of long outside wearing pants and no underpants. I kept my bra on and my top of course. I went over and climbed on with dad. We talked about stuff for a few minutes and he reached back and turned off his lamp. I guess he was ready. He snuggled his arm around my shoulder better and I melted into him better. After a moment his hand was on my thigh again about the same place then he moved upward and got some fingers on me right in the middle and went up and down like before. He must feel more since I didn't have any pants on. His fingers were at where it felt good. He was pressing around my clit.
"How much would they see of me there at the beach? Would my hair cover me enough that they couldn't see anything down in?"
"Probably if you were standing up but if you bent over or sat down on a blanket they could see between your legs. You'd show."
"Ok. Can you feel more of me like this?"
"Yes. I can feel more underneath your hair and once when I was lower I pressed more and I could feel you part."
"I felt that. You weren't down low enough and you didn't go down in far enough to get me."
"Is it ok if I do that?"
"Sure. I don't mind. It feels good."
I sort of had my legs open across his lap. He was pressing up under my thigh, close to my crotch. My other leg was leaning over towards the arm I was against so he had room. I wanted to accommodate dad so he could see if what he thought worked. I could tell he really didn't have room yet with these clothes on. I'd have to think about that. We went on with it for almost 45 minutes. He varied his hand sometimes palming me and squeezing his fingers inward all the way down and rubbing both of my thighs and pressing a finger against my clit and rubbing it a little.
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I had this old pair of culottes that were really baggy and a little worn so last year I cut them off at the waist and sewed in a stretch band. They only went down to about my knees. I use them for bed. I could turn over any old way and they didn't bind up in my crotch anywhere. Perfectly comfortable in any position. I decided to wear them for dad without any pants on. They had a lot more room and really thin material and if he pressed in down low he would get there.