My daughter Debbie and her friend Lisa lay in front of me of pillows as we watch TV. They graduated from high school last week, and this is their last summer together before going off to different colleges. Both are wearing long T shirts that cover their behinds. As the TV drones on, I snatch glances of their rears.
"Either of you girls want a leg massage?" I ask. "You must be quite sore from your run."
"Sure, Mr. D" says Lisa. "I'm feeling quite sore."
"Well, guests first," says Debbie, "but I get to go next."
"OK honey, I promise I'll save some for you."
I get off the coach and crouch at Lisa's feet. She doesn't have any socks on, so I start massaging her feet. Gently pressing my thumbs into the her soles, I press towards her toes.
"Oooh, Mr. D. That feels great," Lisa whispers.
Gently I caress her toes, sliding my fingers between them, feeling the bones in each one.
"Hold on a sec," I say, "I'll go get some oil." I go to my bedroom and get some massage oil.
Returning to Lisa's knees, I lift her feet to bend her knees. A bit of oil on my hands, and I'm working on her calves. Slowly, methodically, massaging the muscles towards her heart. After a few minutes on her lower legs, I lower her feet and straddle her right leg to work on her quads. Again, I slowly but firmly massage up her legs towards her heart. Each time I reach the top of her muscles, it seems like she parts her legs a bit. Without thinking, I move up the inside of her leg, gently and firmly squeezing her muscles. Suddenly I realize I have touched hair. Did Lisa just mutter a soft moan? Drawing back, I realize she has a nice mound of hair on her pussy, and I had massaged all the way up to it. And Lisa is not wearing any underwear. My head starts to spin. Not wanting to appear to have done anything wrong, I give her leg another stroke up. As I approach her slit, this time I'm sure her legs spread! I continue a few more strokes on her leg, each time she spreads and moans.
"What's happening," I think to myself. Here I am with my daughter and her best friend, and Lisa seems to be inviting me to pleasure her. Time to start on the other leg.
I repeat the same procedure on her left leg. Feet, toes, calves, and finally up to her thighs. Again, same results. Lisa gently spreads her legs each time I stroke up towards her pussy. I'm getting a bit nervous, but also a bit turned on.
"Hey, aren't you two done yet?" Debbie's voice shocks me back to reality.
"Oh, yes honey, I'm just finishing up."
"Mr. D, that was wonderful," Lisa whispers in a tone that is almost seductive. "Thanks sooo much."
"You're welcome, my dear. Anything to keep our track team winning." I respond.
"Well," I think. "Got out of that just in time." If Lisa had been a date, I would have been quite comfortable exploring how far she wanted to take this massage, but this was my daughter's best friend. I'm still a bit lightheaded though.
I turn to Debbie.
Again, starting with her feet, I massage my way up her legs. With each muscle, there are motions that evict light moans out of Debbie. I loved the feel of her legs, the thin covering of hair on them. With the oil, it produced just the right amount of resistance. I found myself working on Debbie's upper legs. I have to admit, when I massage a woman, even my own daughter, I get a bit mesmerized. But I could swear that Debbie was also spreading her legs as I massaged her inner quads.
Time to move to her other leg, I decide.
Umm, nice feet. I continue to work my way from her toes to her waist. This time I guess I got a bit more dazed, as I suddenly notice I'm feeling hair again. My own daughter! But again, I could swear she also gave a slight moan as I brushed her bush. Foggy headed, I just had to know if I was hearing right. The next pass, I stopped way before her slit. But on the next rub, I continued up until I felt hair. She did moan! It was very soft, but I realized my daughter was moaning!
This was just too much for me to contemplate. I gave her a few more strokes, then said, "Well honey, that's about it for tonight."
"Thanks Dad, that was great. I've never had someone give me such a thorough muscle massage before."
"Well, you're welcome honey. Any time you put in ten miles you can call me up."
Both the girls laugh. I better watch out, or I could be offering a weekly massage!
As I start to settle back onto the couch, Lisa says, "Hey Mr. D, why don't Debbie and I give you a massage. It's not like you haven't had to work your legs today." It was true, it seemed like I had walked all over town doing errands.