A guy on the road with his daughter’s girlfriend.
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“So,” said Mary, “how come you haven’t made a pass at me?”
“Sorry?”
“‘Sorry I didn’t hear you’, or ‘Sorry I haven’t made a pass at you’?”
I looked over at the 18 year old in the seat next to me, then stalled for time by concentrating on the road. The interstate was wide open in both directions, with absolutely no other cars in sight. I did a pretty good job of making it look as though driving in a straight line took a lot of skill and concentration.
“I mean,” she said, “last night we slept in the same room, for God’s sake.”
“That’s my fault,” I said. “I never thought the motels in that berg would be booked up. In the middle of nowhere, and it’s like there’s a convention in town.” We barreled down I-80. “Speaking of nowhere, any idea where we are now?”
She consulted the map. “Still Wyoming. Coming up on Rock Springs.”
It was starting to get dark. “I think Rock Springs is where we make camp tonight,” I said.
“OK.” She looked at me. I watched her via peripheral vision; watching her watch me. “So?” she said.
“So?” I said.
“So… why?”
I sighed. “OK, let’s see. I’m 40. You’re 18.”
“So?”
“So, you’re young enough to be my daughter. Your best friend IS my daughter. That makes me too old for you. Times two. In fact, I should basically be invisible to you.”
“You’re not,” she said. “You’re hot. In case you didn’t know. You have all these muscles, but you don’t act like you know you’re hot. Which makes you hotter.”
I watched the road.
“And,” she said, “you’re not drooling after me and pawing around. You’re like this safe hot guy who’s not after me, and that’s… well, intriguing.”
“‘Intriguing.’ Good word. Good to have in the old high school vocabulary.”
“Geez, you’re not going to talk about this, are you?”
I watched the road. Rock Springs Exit, the sign said. 5 miles.
“I sleep in the nude, you know.”
“What?” I said.
“I sleep in the nude, usually. Last night I wore clothes for you.”
The road. Straight line. Rock Springs Exit, 2 miles.
“Me too.”
“What?” she said.
“I sleep naked at home. I wore boxers for you.”
“Oh,” she said.
We pulled off the interstate at the Elk Street exit, and looked for motels. “There,” she said. “‘Vacancy. Air Conditioning, Cable TV, Pool, Spa, Sauna. $40. 99′”
I aimed for the sign, and parked the pickup in one of the few open parking slots. We got out, stretched, and walked to the lobby. I was tired, and my back was killing me.
“One room left,” the clerk said. “King bed.” He looked from me to Mary, then back again. “That OK?”
“Any rooms with two beds?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. I waited. “All taken, though,” he said.
“Got rollaway beds?”
“You bet,” he said. “All taken.”
“Can you recommend another motel?”
“Sure. But I can tell you that they’re pretty much all booked. We only have the one room open here because the guy that had it had to leave because his meeting was moved up or something.”
“What could be going on in a place this size that has all the rooms booked?”
He looked offended at the suggestion that his town wasn’t worthy. “Don’t know, except that it’s summer, and there are a lot of people on the interstate. Like you.” He looked at us. “Do you want the room?”
“Yes,” Mary said. I looked at her.
“Major credit card,” said the clerk.
I registered and got room keys. “Drug store around?” I asked. “My back is killing me.”
“Yup. On Center Street, about a mile. Closed, though. We have some ibuprofen here, I could sell you.”
“I’ll take it,” I said.
“Poor baby,” said Mary.
We grabbed our bags out of the truck and walked to room 106. I opened the door and held it for Mary. She put down her bag and dived onto the bed, rolling over in midair so that she landed on her back.
“Nice,” I said. She smiled at me.
“Hungry?”
“Nope,” she said. “We ate, like, an hour ago.”
“More like three,” I said. “I’m going to take a hot shower, see if I can get my back to un-kink.”
“OK, I’m gonna watch TV.”
The shower was hot and felt good, but my back didn’t loosen up. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me, and went out to find my bag and pop some ibuprofen. Mary was already under the covers. The lights were off, but I could see her face in the glow from the television set. I rummaged around in my bag, found the small bottle of pills I’d bought, shook out and swallowed four of them. I was so tired, I could barely stand upright.
“Come to bed,” said Mary. “You’re going to fall over.”
I tottered over to the bed, stripped off the towel, and lay face down, pulling the sheet over me.
“How’s your back?” she asked.
“It hurts,” I said.
“Too much driving,” she said. She moved closer and began massaging me, rubbing her hands up and down my back. As she moved, her body touched the back of my hand and I could feel that she was naked. So was I, I realized. Suddenly, I was wide-awake.
“How does this feel?” she asked, as she straddled my legs. She was concentrating on my lower back, kneading up and down the big muscles like a pro.
“Great,” I answered honestly. “Really, great.” She worked on me there for a while, then her hands moved lower, onto my ass, still kneading. “Feel good?” she asked.
“I’m no expert,” I said, “but I know I’m not supposed to let the teenage girl play with my butt.”
“Relax,” Mary said. “I’m a professional.”
“You’re not,” I said. “You’re a high school student.” I rolled over and took her hands in mine, keeping them away from me. The light from the TV dimly illuminated her naked body, and suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. She was beautiful, amazing. And so young. Pert breasts; narrow waist; curving flare of hips. I forced myself to look at her face. She looked back at me, then her eyes slowly moved down my body, and back up again until she was looking into my eyes.
“What?” she said. “What’s wrong?”
I chuckled. “Nothing. I’m naked, in bed with my daughter’s best friend, who’s also naked, and she’s massaging my ass. After asking why I haven’t made a pass at her. Everything’s fine.”
“OK,” she said, “you’re paranoid. Listen: we both sleep in the nude, so that’s cool. You’re my ride, and your back hurts, and I’m trying to help. You need to chill.”
“Let’s just try to go to sleep, shall we?” I said. I guided her back to her side of the bed, and (I couldn’t help it) patted her naked butt cheek. “Good night,” I said.
“Fine.” She sounded tense. I knew how she felt.
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When I woke up the next morning, Mary was giving me a blow job. I didn’t realize it right away, since I didn’t wake up all at once. I became aware of things slowly, one at a time.
I’d been dreaming an erotic dream, coincidentally. In my dream, I was naked on the secluded beach near the resort in Mexico where my daughter and I vacationed last summer. In real life Jennie had kept her suit on while I sunbathed nude, but in my dream she was gloriously naked as well. She rubbed suntan lotion on my back, my legs, and my ass. She gave lots of attention to my ass, turning her hand sideways and working the lotion between my cheeks, and onto my balls where they showed between my slightly spread legs.
“Wow,” Dream-Me said. “Mary does my ass the same way.”
“Turn over”, she said. Turn over, I did.
Jennie spread lotion onto my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. She straddled me, and as her hands slowly worked their way down my chest and onto my stomach, her crotch moved down until it was resting on my penis.
“Oh my goodness, Daddy,” she said. She scooted down to straddle my knees, looked at my raging hard-on, then up at me, then back down again. “Did I do this?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Baby” I said.
“No, Daddy, I’M sorry! It’s my fault,” she said. “I’ll fix it.”
She poured some lotion onto one hand, rubbed her hands together, then placed them both around my penis, moving them slowly up and down. “Does this feel good?”
“Oh yes, Baby, that feels great,” I said. I’d been hot for her for so long, but kept it bottled up inside like a good father should. It had never occurred to me that she might want me, too. I watched my daughter’s large breasts jiggle a little as her hands moved up and down my shaft, one hand circling around to play with my balls every few strokes. I reached up to caress her breasts, then put my hands on her back and pulled her down to me for a passionate kiss; all the while, her hands moved up and down my rigid member. I took one breast into my mouth, circling my tongue around her areola, teasing her. Then I pulled her nipple into my mouth, forcefully. She groaned and put her hands on my chest.
“I’m going to suck you now, Daddy,” she said, moving down my body. “Do you want me to? You’re big, but I’m going to try to get all of you into my mouth. Is that OK?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned down and began licking up and down my shaft.