Lotion and a Massage

John watched herself set down the towel, every bending over he felt his cock getting harder, then when she finally lay on her stomach he slowly got up thankful she was not facing him, as there was now an obvious bulge in his shorts. Standing from his lounge chair, he shifted his shorts, hiding the erection as best her could, one of the reasons he preferred the longer shorts over trunks or a speedo, it hid the most obvious proof of how he lusted after his own daughter, or any women for that matter.

Having given him the water bottle, and taken one for herself, Noriko knelt down close to her father. Laying the towel out, making sure there were no wrinkles as she hated how they felt against her skin while sunbathing. She stretched out on the towel, the feeling of the sun on her back relaxing. Closing her eyes, she sensed her father's movement beside her, unsure what he was doing, but not concerned as he was her father.

So when he straddled her, Noriko didn't think he might have an erection, might be aroused by her young body, or that he'd read her journal and knew her secret fantasy. She didn't react when he undid the knot holding her bikini top on, and she let out a sigh of pleasure when he began to massage her back.

He got on his knees and straddle over her mid thighs still a safe gap between his growing erection, and her body below him. With out asking he undid the knot for the back of her bikini and let the string fall to her sides. Kevin had done this for her mother many a time out here, but never his daughter.

There was a squirt sound and the slight shock of the cool grease like lotion on his hands, as he started to work on her back. A mix of a massage and application started, with strong pressing from her lower back up to her shoulders, along her spine, and then pressing with his hands to spread out across her shoulders like wings. Undoing knots and stress in her upper back and shoulders. He then grabbed her left arm and started to work her shoulder and bicep, then around her elbow, and softly the tendons in her fore arm. His fingers lacing briefly with hers, before he moved back on the underside of her arm. Doing so his fingers softly caressed the side of her breast, yet he did not react, or make anything of the simple touch.