Naked massage

“What have you been nerving up to?” he asked, feeling a surge of protective paternal instinct. If she was facing a challenge, of course he’d help her. It wasn’t even a question - until she spoke.

"Naked massage," she said, and he could almost hear the sound of her blushing an adorable pink. "It's something so sensual, and it really helps clients feel relaxed and less vulnerable if they're not the only ones taking off their clothes. But it's hard to work up the confidence for it - it isn't like I don't feel vulnerable too, you know?"

His belly shook with a laugh while she continued to work on his back, pinching and tweaking and pressing his tensions out - or, at any rate, all but that one growing tension he wouldn't be asking her to address. But as it turned out, the answer to her problem, his own embarrassment aside, was pretty easy.

"Practice will fix that, Ruthie," he said. "I've consulted on some of the best nude beaches on the coast, and I can steer you to them if you want."

"All those people," she said, nervously, leaning in to work something stiff and sore in his lats especially hard. "That's more than just one person, Daddy. And it's strangers. At least I already have a level of comfort and connection with my clients..."

He sighed. "Well, Ruthie, there *is* one other option. You know those summers you went away to camp for a few weeks at a time?"

"A nudist camp isn't any better!" she protested, but must have felt the slight shift in tension as he harrumphed, and stopped.

"That wasn't going to be my suggestion," he told her, amused. "When you were gone at those camps, if we didn't have company over, your Mama and I would skin down at the house or in the yard for days at a time. No reason, if you asked your Mama, she wouldn't jump at the chance for us to do the same again, and you could join us until you're more comfy with it."