Dad's touch is better

More Lotion and his hands now worked her calves, and lower thighs. "You need something to totally relax you, and get rid of some of that stress." He said wanting to add like a good fuck, but held back once again from his thoughts. His hands moved up the back of her thighs slowly, he was familiar with the more erogenous zones on a women's inner thighs, and made sure to caress and rub them with his thick strong thumbs. "A Good Massage can do that for you Princess..." he added as he kept rubbing and massaging her legs, not focusing to much on that area, but always rubbing when his hands passed.

"What do you suggest Dad?" she asked John as he worked up her thighs. She felt his hand slide along her inner thigh, he was massaging her so working her legs was normal enough. That he seemed to focus a bit on her inner thigh didn't worry her, and when he suggested a good massage, she smiled. "You mean what you're already doing dad? Or getting a professional in for a couple hours?"

"Would you like some strange guy's hands all over your body? Wait. Don't answer that, I may not want the answer..." he joked, as he rubbed and caressed her a bit more. yet he felt secure in her answer before asking the next part. "Besides, you prefer your Daddy's touch don't you?" he said innocently enough. he then started to massage the last part save her feet which he knew were ticklish, her round tight ass. His hands massaged tastefully around the edge of her swimsuit bottom. "Going to rub a bit under so you do not burn at the edge of your bikini bottoms." he said calmly as his hands moved up and caressed her ass under her swimsuit. His actions may be a bit more in question, as he clearly rubbed more than he needed to. Again tracing the spots on his hands leaving much slower this time. To test the waters he asked "Does that feel good Sweetie?"

"We've had that one massage therapist in before dad, so not a stranger." Noriko let out a happy sigh as his hands finished her thighs, up close to her ass. "I do enjoy your touch Dad," she agreed. She paused when he mentioned he needed to run his hands under her bikini line to get the spf on her skin and avoid burns. "Okay." she said simply. It did feel good, his hands on her body, and while his hands were close to places they shouldn't be, caressing her in a way that she'd have slapped a boy for, he was her father and despite her secret fantasies, he'd never do what she described in her diary. At least so she assumed. "It does feel good Dad. I'm not sure if I need the spf everywhere but the massage feels good."