Unusual Attraction to Adult Daughter - (Part 2)

For a bit of background, I wrote these accounts a few years ago, mainly just for myself. I dared not share them at the time, but have decided recently to share them here, curious about how the story might be received. My daughter and I will be meeting up again in about three weeks, but that's a story that can wait - there's some catching up to do first.

We had a wonderful dinner at a local Italian restaurant. It was quaint and cozy, kind-of posh, a nice place to take a date, or a daughter. I complimented her, kissed her on the cheek, told her I was glad to see her, and we had a nice talk – nothing serious or heavy or out-of-the ordinary. We didn’t exactly cut out early, but we didn’t stay for dessert either. With the traveling, packing and unpacking, the long day at her work conference, she was pretty tired, and we both agreed that the city, with the pandemic still going on, probably didn’t have anything interesting enough to justify the spending the energy, so I offered to take her back to the hotel, since I was driving my car and she had taken a taxi.
Leaving the restaurant, it was cooler outside and the wind was brisk. She shivered and clutched her shoulders; I took my jacket off and laid it over her shoulders and around her body and put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me, to share warmth; and continued walking down the sidewalk, around the corner and found my car. I opened the door for her first and then I got in, cranked the car and got the heat going. The classic rock station was playing low on the radio, and my daughter, beautiful and exhausted, let out a sigh and relaxed in her seat. “Long day?” I asked, jokingly – she had already told me about it over dinner. Now, she has no idea that I have been fantasizing about her, and I have no intention of telling her. She does not see my giving her gifts or buying dinner or offering a favor as anything other than me being a kind and generous father, and it has always been that way…until now. “You look exhausted. How about I give you a really good massage?” (What?) I couldn’t believe I had just asked my daughter if she wanted a massage, in her hotel room. She said, “Oh, that would be wonderful.” I waited for a ‘but..’ but silence. “Okay” I said, and drove to the hotel.

“I got a room here, too.” I told her as we parked at the hotel, “so I’m in no hurry at all.” We walked up and into the hotel. She still had my jacket on. It was an ordinary walk into the hotel, and an ordinary ride in the elevator, and an ordinary walk down the hall to her room; it was an ordinary room with an ordinary bed, but she was an extraordinary woman. “Give me a few minutes,” she said, as she slipped off my jacket and grabbed some things from her bag and disappearing into the bathroom. I turned on the television and found a channel playing music and sat on the little sofa beside the bed. She had just taken off my jacket; she had taken something off – and I found myself trembling inside. I’m not even sure what music was playing, it sounded like a record-skip in my head, and then she came out of the bathroom. There was steam rolling out of the doorway behind her.
She was wearing nothing but a long thin t-shirt and panties – nothing else, not one of the bras I had bought her, not any shorts or pants. Her hair was damp but not wet, and her nipples were bulging through that thin t-shirt. I stood up quickly and muttered, “Wow” She looked at me surprised, embarrassed and amused- all at the same time. Was she thinking the same thing I was, or was she just comfortable enough around me to wear next to nothing? I was confused and excited and the same time, but I tried not to show either. She stood at the end of the bed and fell into it face down, with a little bounce that pushed the tail of her shirt to the small of her back, exposing her panties and her sexy, round bottom. “I’m ready,” she says. One thing is sure – I did not buy her these panties. They were a tight fitting, low cut, silk bikini that looked like they were ready to come off. I could not believe what was happening. I was in my daughter’s hotel room, with her on the bed in just her underwear, and she wants me to rub her body. I had butterflies in my stomach and I was throbbing in my pants
I sat next to her on the bed, reached out slowly, rubbing my hands gently up her back and began to rub her shoulders, kneading her muscles lightly between my thumb and my fingers, and she let out a sigh and a little moan. After a minute, I asked her if she like it – she had moved with a little discomfort a couple of times. “If the shirt is too coarse, you can take it off,” I said. “Why did I just say that?” I asked my self. “Holy smokes, this is where it gets weird,” I told myself. But it did not get weird. She did pause, look over my way for a second, but then grabbed her shirt by the bottom, still laying on her stomach, and pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. My daughter was now laying inches from me…no, next to me, touching me, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of silk panties. I rubbed my hands gently all over her back for a few seconds, up and down, in circles, to break the ice of the situation, then I said, “I brought a little coconut oil with me.” I had thought I would be using it on myself but was more than happy to be using it on her.
“Hmm, okay” she said, and adjusted her head on the bed. I grabbed it from the nightstand and dropped a line of oil all the way down her back, then spread it out with both my hands, beginning again to massage her shoulders. I rubbed her shoulders, along the top, around the sides, over her shoulder blades, down her spine, to the small of her back. For over twenty minutes, my hands were gliding under the slick oil, massaging her back as she lay still, occasionally shifting her head left or right. I scooted myself back on the edge of the bed, shifting my weight a little and turning to better reach her legs, bottom and lower back. She didn’t move at all. I continued rubbing her lower back, inching closer to her hips and panty-line. I was very hard in my pants.
Reaching her panty-line, I lightly brought my hands over the silky fabric, across her cheeks and down the back of her thighs. Her skin was dry and the oil from my hands had rubbed a partial streak before thinning too much to be slick. I grabbed the coconut oil and squirt a generous amount behind each knee, at the bend of her legs, then used my hands to rub down to her ankles and back up her thighs to spread the oil. I ran my thumbs up the inside of her thighs all the way up to her panties, using gentle pressure with my thumbs to follow the curve of her panties up and around her cheeks and back down her thighs again. She made a quiet moan and her back arched very slightly, rotating her hips just a little, pushing her ass a little higher in the air and her legs relaxed more, spreading ever so slightly, leaving a small gap between her thighs. I could see the impression of her labia through her tight silk panties. I began rubbing her lower leg, from her ankle to her knees, massaging her calves, moving her legs a little side to side, staring at those silk panties running through the gap in her thighs. After a few minutes rubbing her lower leg, I slide my hands up over the bends in her legs and up her thighs, placing my thumbs again inside her thighs and rubbing up to her panties, following their curve. She lightly moaned again, and pretended to clear her throat, but she did not move or protest, so I ran my hands back down her leg and back up her thighs following her panty-line again. I was throbbing in my pants.
I moved my hands up her back again, her pale skin glistening with oil. She had a good coat of oil on her back from neck to ankle which sparkled in the light coming around the corner from the bathroom. I then started to rub her shoulder and arm closest to me. As I grabbed the bottle of coconut oil to put a few more drops in my hand, I asked her, “Are you liking your massage?”
“Mmhmm,” she said looking up at me, her head laying on it side on the bed, then closed her eyes again as I started rubbing the muscles of her arm, her forearm, hands, and each finger. After a few minutes, as I was finishing her fingertips, I said, “If you turn over, I can do your other arm.”
She looked up at me again, her eyebrows raised just a little, and she lifted her head like she was going to say something but paused a moment, and then she just turned over onto her back and laid her arm in my hands. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was; my daughter was laying before me with nothing but her silk panties, even lower cut than I thought. I couldn’t help but wonder if she put those on for me. She was laying there, her breasts resting comfortably on her chest; her nipples were beaming. She was clearly nervous, her legs extended straight, tensed a little, but she lay still, looking at me nervously. I smiled and began to rub her arm. As my hands began rubbing her biceps, my eyes followed the curve of her body – her breasts, down her bellybutton, her diving panty-line, her bare legs extended straight, her painted toenails. I didn’t realize at first that I didn’t have enough oil on my hands. I looked back at her face, she was looking at me looking at her – curious, surprised, but relaxed. As I put a few more drops of oil into my hands to rub onto her arms, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back and slightly away. I rubbed her arms, down to her hands and each of her fingers, and as I laid her arm down to rest, it laid over my leg with her resting on my thigh. She did not move it, her arm just lay there limp. I asked her, “How do you like it so far?” I said, ‘so far’ to indicate I was not done if she didn’t want me to be done. “Very nice,” she said, not moving but relaxed on the bed.
I grabbed the oil and put a generous squirt on her belly, a long drip falling into her bellybutton, another trailing off to the side. She looked up at me again, lifting her head a little, a little wider-eyed than before, but then slowly laid her head back again. Her body relaxed a little more; her legs lost the tension, relaxing a little, her ankles still together but her knees and toes falling away from each other.
I put my right hand on her belly to spread the oil. She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly as I put both hands on her stomach to move the oil around. I positioned my hands so that my finger wrapped around her with my thumbs to the center, rubbing up her belly to between her breasts, my hands moving up her ribcage. My thumb traced under her breasts, following the curve of her body, and around up to her shoulders. She lightly moaned again; this time, she didn’t try to hide it. I traced my thumbs, slick with oil, to rub the muscles on her chest under her collarbone. She was breathing a little heavier. I took a deep breath and rubbed both of my hands across her breasts, cupping them in my hands and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. She moaned and they popped by back up, now glistening with oil. I paused to look at her for any disapproval; she didn’t open her eyes, so I continued to rub her breasts, down her ribcage, and back up over her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs each time. She began to move a little, bringing her feet closer a few inches, enough to dig her heels into the bed. Her knees raised a little, but not much, and fell a little further away from each other.
Her arm was still laying across my leg, her hand resting on my thigh – she had not moved it. I shifted a little to face her body more, which shifted her hand further up my thigh, only a couple inches away from my hard, throbbing cock. I began rubbing her breasts with my left hand, one after the other, stimulating her nipples, one then the other; and with my right hand, I rubbed her belly, from close up under her breasts, around her sides and down around her hips, moving slowly closer to her dipping panty-line with each pass. Gliding my hands across her oily skin, further down her sides each time, my fingers slipped under the straps of her panties along her hip bone. I was staring at her face to see if there were any signs I should stop – she kept her eyes closed, but was biting her lip and arching her back a bit, adding a firmness to her breasts. I pushed my hand further down to get fully under the panty-strap, following the inside of her hip along her leg, my palm brushing across her bellybutton. When I came to the small patch of silky fabric, I pulled my hand out, tracing it along the top of her panties until I came to the strap on the other side, watching her face the entire time. I pushed my hand back under the strap rubbing along the inside of her thigh and up her hips. She had a little tremor, a little twitch in her hips. I asked her if this was okay. She answered with a soft moan, “yeah” tilting her head a little, keeping her eyes closed. I continued rubbing her breasts with my left hand and rubbing around her sides and along her panty line with my right hand, but a little slower, dipping my hand under the straps of her panties each time and inching my fingers closer and finally up under the tight silky fabric of her panties, first the fingertip then fingernail, then up to my first knuckle, a little further each time – until I felt some short smooth hairs. Her hips twitched again, rotating a little, like a little bucking motion. I was staring at her boy, her panties, noticing her elevated breathing, and I turned to look at her face – her open eyes were looking directly into mine. I kept rubbing here oily skin as I had been been, slowly and deliberately, holding my eyes on her eyes, as I reached down into her panties a little further, feeling a little more hair and the bottom slope of the mound of her pelvic bone, before pulling away up her hip and around her sides again.
She took a deeper, trembling breath, exhaling slowly, closing her eyes as she relaxed her head again; at the same time, she pulled her feet closer to her body, raising her knees high, and putting the soles of her feet together, slowly lowered her knees away from one another, spreading her legs wide open for me; then gave a little thrust of her hips to adjust herself. Still rubbing her skin slowly, massaging her breasts, dipping my hand beneath her panties, the gentle thrust of her hips became a little more rhythmic. I had lost all track of space and time, I was so absorbed in the moment, mesmerized by her pale oily skin, her sexy curves. Her skin below her navel was very oily and there was a slick glide to my hands, sliding across her skin. As I rubbed my hand down her side, slipping it under her panties, her hips thrust and bucked a little more intensely, which put my hand fully in her panties, and my fingers inside her warm, wet slit. She was very wet. She moaned a little louder, still quiet though, voicing through her moan, “oh, yes” as she rotated her hips around my fingers. Her hand that had been resting on my thigh the whole time began to tighten, gripping my thigh, sending intense sensations through my body. I let my fingers stay for a second, then pulled my hand away completing the motion my hand had been making for the last fifteen minutes, rubbing across her panties a couple times and dipping into them a little, taking in how far I had come in so short a time. I had just had my fingers in my daughter’s pussy – it was an unspoken fantasy just a few hours earlier. I looked at her face again; her eyes open again, met mine. As my hand came down her side and along her hips, I kept eye contact with her as I pushed my hand again all the way down her panties and put my fingers in her wet pussy again. Her back arched, her breasts rose, and her hips dig into the bed, as my middle two fingers pushed inside her and her tight hole pulsed around my fingers. She moaned again, “oh, yes” and she moved the hand resting on my thigh and, putting her hand behind my neck, pulled me to her face to kiss me. I don’t know if she was imagining I was someone else or if she was turned on by the idea of kissing her father, but she brought my lips to hers and kissed me deeply. Her soft warm tongue, swirling around my tongue, tasted like bubblegum, like sugar cookies – she tasted the same way she smelled, like an aphrodisiac. My fingers were moving around inside her tight, wet hole, my tongue moving around in her mouth next to hers – I became intoxicated, light-headed. My thumb rubbing her clitoris made her body tremble, and she would break away for small split seconds to moan or catch her breath, but she kept her hands on my cheeks to hold me face close, as she kissed me – her sweet tongue caressing mine, her soft lips touching mine: complete transcendence.
Mesmerized by my daughter’s grinding hips and intoxicated by her unexpected kiss, I pushed my fingers deeper inside her. Her bucking and grinding hips were becoming more rapid and intense as she put her hand on top of mine to keep me inside her as deep as possible. Keeping my hand pressed firmly against her, grinding her hips, using her legs to even lift slight off the bed, as her body trembled. Holding onto the back of my neck with her one hand, and holding my fingers inside her with her other hand, her body clenched and convulsed, and voiced in a louder moan, “Oh my god!” and she released. A warm ooze filled the creases in my hand as she was trying to level out her breathing.
I kept my hand in her panties, rubbing her clitoris to keep her excited, her tight hole still pulsing around my fingers as I slide them slowly in and out. With a little laugh, I asked her, “Are you enjoying your massage so far?”
She laughed a little as well, noticing I again said ‘so far.’ She smiled and said, “oh my god” and with a pause, as if to think about her response for a second, “yes, I am.”
I also paused, just looking at her beautiful face, who just came in my hand. And though, I was still completely in shock about the fact this was really happening, I was utterly absorbed in the moment. I reached down and kissed her nipple, playing with it with my tongue, squeezing it gently with my lips; and looking up to meet her eyes as my tongue circled her nipple, I said, “Well, then…you’re really going to like this.” And I grabbed the silky straps around her hips with both hands and pulled her panties off.
She lifted her bottom to allow me to pull her panties off and adjusted herself with her knees out to the side, her legs spread far apart, her feet also spread apart now. Having moved further down the bed, before me, my daughter’s pussy was right in front of me. Her clitoris, pink and swollen, peeked out of her neatly trimmed bush and her pretty pink slit had a fresh creamy coating that glistened in the dim light. I rubbed the inside of her thighs, and long her hamstrings, bringing my hands closer together, I spread her pussy wide open. She had lifted herself up on her elbow to watch me approach her. Our eyes locked again as I moved closer to her. I could see in her eyes she wanted to feel my tongue as much as I wanted to taste her. She leaned back down onto the bed and, reaching her hands above her head to hold on to the headboard of the bed, said “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”