Thanks to Rosie for inspiring this story!
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"Hi sweetie, you're back early."
It was only midnight - pretty early for my daughter Rosie to come home from a night out clubbing. Usually it was more like 2 or 3 am. Sometimes she didn't come home at all, and stayed over at her friend Hanna's, but we had a deal she would text me if she was going to do that, so I wouldn't fret, even though she just turned 21.
"I know, tell me about it! They had a new DJ and he sucked. We danced for a while but just weren't into it. He was, like, playing stuff from HIS school days, not ours. Total bust. Plus, these shoes are killing me."
She dropped the shoes, which she'd been carrying, and slumped into an armchair. She looked tired, and hungry, both of which I knew from long experience made her cranky.
"How about I make you a grilled cheese sandwich?"
"That would be awesome, Daddy. I can't even move, I'm so tired." I got to work right away, melting the cheese and burning it a little, just the way she likes it, and adding that magic secret ingredient - a dash of paprika. The smell enticed her into the kitchen as I was finishing up, slicing some tomato and basil. I watched her tuck in.
Friday night was School Disco night at the Tulip club, downtown. The music was supposed to be retro, but not too retro apparently, hits from 5 to 10 years ago. The dress code was simple: school uniform only. Rosie was wearing a white semi-sheer halterneck crop top that hugged her chest and revealed a black bra beneath. It showed off her navel piercing, a tiny silver heart, and she completed the look with a red pleated plaid miniskirt, and white over-the-knee socks. Her bright pink hair was tied back in a ponytail.
"So how was your evening, Daddy?" she asked between mouthfuls.
"Well, it didn't involve any dancing, but I still had fun. I hooked up with Michael online and we played some Battlefront 2. It's official: I can't fly a TIE fighter. But I do crash with style."
She giggled. "I'm not surprised, you couldn't hit the Death Star with a homing missile."
Naturally, I didn't mention what I was doing after that: watching porn, and browsing stories on Literotica. I'd had to move fast to put my cock away and close the laptop when I heard her key in the door.
Rosie finished the sandwich, and casually handed me the plate and napkin to deal with, like I was her servant. She'd been doing that more and more lately. It bugged me at first, but not for long. I was glad to have her around, and knew it wouldn't last forever. "That was delicious, Daddy. How about a nightcap?"
"Sure. Scotch?"
"Perfect. Make it a double. Maybe my feet will finally stop hurting after that."
I made the drinks, then followed her into the lounge. She'd collapsed into the armchair again, and was checking her phone, rubbing the sole of her right foot slowly up and down against her left leg. I gave her the drink, which she accepted without even looking up.
I sat down opposite her, and took a sip of whiskey. She was engrossed in her phone. I found myself drawn to watching her foot slide slowly up her leg, then slide slowly back down. It was hypnotic. As her foot slid up again, it moved higher, all the way up to the knee. Her legs opened a bit wider, her skirt rode up a little, and I caught a glimpse of white panties.
Rosie sipped her drink, swallowed, and sighed contentedly.. She laughed at something on the phone. I drank some whiskey, and pretended to be checking my email, while glancing over at her. She swapped feet, and started sliding her left foot absent-mindedly up her right leg. I realised I was holding my breath as her leg lifted higher, her skirt riding up again, revealing more and more thigh and then finally her panties.
My cock started to stiffen. Feeling guilty, I looked away, back at my email, but couldn't concentrate at all. Swallowing nervously, I took a big gulp of whiskey and glanced back. She hadn't moved, and I let my gaze travel from her feet to her legs to her thighs and then between her legs to her panties. My cock was now rock hard. She suddenly looked up from her phone at me, and I quickly averted my eyes from her panties to my email.
"Daddy, are you busy with something, or could you give me a foot massage? You were sooo right about those shoes, I should have broken them in before wearing them out. My poor feet need some TLC bigtime."
"No, I'm not busy", I replied. I didn't think trying to look up her skirt counted as busy. "I'd be happy to." Maybe I'd get a closer look.
Rosie was delighted. "Awesome! I'm too comfy to move, can you come sit down here?" She pointed down to the floor in front of her with an arched foot.
"Sure." I drained the rest of the Scotch, then went over and sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of her. Rosie straightened up in the armchair, pulled her socks taut above her knees as far as they would go, then smoothed her skirt down, to preserve her modesty. I felt a pang of disappointment about that.
Rosie extended her right foot to me, and I took it with both hands, deciding to start with the balls of her foot, which were probably giving her the most trouble. I rubbed them with my thumbs in gentle circular motions, then increased the pressure, sliding down to the sole and rubbing firmly there too. Rosie sighed appreciatively.
"That feels sooo nice."
She finished her Scotch, and relaxed, leaning back into the chair and closing her eyes, letting me go to work. Touching her foot through the fabric and feeling her foot respond to my touch was starting to turn me on. I eased off on the deep pressure, and began to rub her foot more sensually, working on and around the heel, then back down to the sole.
"Oh that tickles!" Rosie giggled, pulling her foot up sharply. The movement flipped her skirt up, revealing her panties, and it took all my willpower not to look. Instead, I looked up at her and said "Ooops, sorry about that! Should I stick with deep pressure?"
"S'ok, my bad, should've said my soles are super tickley. Do deep pressure first, then softer, like you were doing, just not the soles. Soft on my toes would be great, those shoes were brutal on them. Do the other foot now."
Rosie lowered her right foot to the floor and lifted her left foot for me to massage. But she made no move to adjust her skirt, leaving it where it was. She picked up her phone again, and began idly scrolling.
I massaged her left foot just like she asked, taking great care not to tickle her again. I glanced up to check she was still looking at her phone, then took a long look at her inner thighs, and her panties, before reluctantly pulling my gaze back to her foot.
Moving up to her toes, I glanced at her panties again. They were fairly new, cotton rich, I'd only washed them a few times before. The fabric was soft, and very thin, and I could clearly see the outline of her pussy. Rosie was enjoying the attention on her toes, and stretched and splayed them so I could work in between them, as much as the sock would allow. She slid down a little in the chair, and her panties tightened up against her pussy. I suddenly realised she was shaved!
Rosie sighed, and yawned, putting her phone down, as I forced my eyes back to her toes.
"I'm exhausted, I have to crash now. Thanks Daddy, that was great. You betta watch out, y'know, cos a girl could get used to that."
Laughing, I mumbled "any time", then stood up and stretched my back. Yawning again, Rosie stood up too, then stepped forward and surprised me with a big hug. Her tummy pressed up against my rock solid cock, which twitched involuntarily, drawing even more attention to it. She squeezed me tighter, and I couldn't stop my cock from pulsing and straining against her. She must have noticed! But if so she didn't acknowledge it.
"Goodnight Daddy ... sweet dreams."
Then she turned away and sauntered off to bed.
I briefly considered watching some porn and finishing the masturbation session I'd started earlier, but couldn't get the image of Rosie's panty-clad pussy out of my mind, and no porn was going to match that. I wasn't comfortable touching myself while thinking about her either. So I went to bed too, feeling horny, and unfulfilled.
I woke up early on Saturday morning with a hard-on. That wasn't so unusual. What I was thinking about WAS unusual. I replayed the scene from last night, massaging Rosie's feet, but instead of staring at her panties, I imagined leaning forwards until my nose was almost touching her panties, and smelling her scent. Pretty soon, I was leaking precum everywhere.
Finally, I got up, showered, and made coffee. I chastised myself for having seriously inappropriate thoughts about Rosie, and tried to analyse what was going on. She had become a smart, sassy, confident woman, and I was proud of her. Yes, I could see she was sexy, too, but I'd never thought about her sexually before, ever.
Until now. So, what had changed?
She had been at home a lot more since classes had finished. Hanging out around the house all day, studying. She'd dressed more casually, lounging around, prepping for exams. Some days she never got dressed like she would if going to campus. Instead, she wore leggings and a crop top, or stayed in a sleep shirt all morning, showing a lot of thigh.
I remembered one day in particular, a couple of weeks ago, when she was wearing light grey tights under an orange vest. I was doing the dishes, and Rosie came into the kitchen to make a yoghurt fruit cocktail. She was getting berries from the fruit drawer in the fridge, the bottom drawer. She faced away from me, holding the fridge door open with her left hand, and bent over to open the fruit drawer. Her vest had somehow ridden up at the back, and I had a surprise view of her amazing ass. I could see her white panties through the tights. I'd looked away, but she took her time deciding on strawberries and blackberries, and I'd found myself looking back again, admiring her thighs and butt cheeks.
That image had certainly stayed with me! There had been other times, too, I realised.
One evening last week, I'd come home from work to find her asleep on the couch, the coffee table covered with textbooks. She was sleeping on her side, facing the couch, knees drawn up. She was wearing a short yellow summer dress, one of her favourites, and it must have ridden up as she snuggled into her nap, because the hem was right up to her waist. Underneath, all she wore was a pink thong. I had stared at her ass for a long time that day.
Just yesterday evening, while getting ready to go out, she'd come into the lounge wearing only her bra and panties to ask if I'd seen her phone. Nope. Turned out it was under the coffee table. She bent right over in front of me to reach down to get it, her ass just inches from my face for a second.
I was contemplating all this when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rosie:
"daddy can u bring me breakfast in bed? avocado toast, juice, coffee, wake me up if im snoozin thx"
Well, this was new! I laughed at her audacity, shaking my head. But I was already turning on the toaster oven as I replied:
"I'm on it."
I had just started slicing an avocado when my phone buzzed again:
"good boy"
