My Daughter's Best Friend

"That's better."

Lily sounded as calm as ever but I froze, all relaxation suddenly out of the question. There was no question she'd moved it higher and exposed my legs all the way up to, and quite possibly including a small amount of, my bum.

"It does feel tight here, Mr Hill."

She said this as she walked both hands up my left thigh, prodding with her fingers as she went. When she got to the top there was unmistakable contact with what I considered part of my bum cheek. Although I can't say I was hating it, I was now very far from relaxed. I tried even harder to keep my legs together.

She repeated the move on my other leg, this time her thumbs straying down on the inside and grazing my other leg at the same time as they went. I held my breath as I thought I felt the tiniest breath of air on the tip of my cock, which was still stuffed between my legs. With the now ended relaxation and the pressure of my body upon it it had calmed down at least a little bit, but it felt poised and ready to spring back to full attention at the slightest provocation.

Again her hands lifted from my body and I heard her walk to what seemed like the foot of the bed. I suddenly felt her grab my left ankle and scoot my leg over about 6 inches, pulling them apart. She quickly repeated the procedure on my other ankle. This time it felt like a genuine breeze was rippling over my cock and I couldn't help but quickly shut my legs with a start.

"Sorry, Mr Hill, did I wake you? I just need to move you a little, don't worry."

I held my breath again as she repeated the procedure, it felt like, if anything, she'd spread them wider. I didn't dare try and look back over my shoulder, but it seemed inevitable that at least the head of my penis must now be visible between my legs.

As she returned to the side of the bed I felt her tug the towel lower again on my bottom. She didn't say anything but it felt like confirmation of what she'd seen. My mind swam and my dick got harder.

She carried on putting all her attention onto the backs of my thighs for another few minutes. I assumed the towel now concealed my penis from her perspective, but I had no way of verifying that and it felt as if several inches of it were out in the open. I couldn't believe how aroused I now felt, but the fear of embarrassing myself in front of her kept a bit of an edge off, which was likely for the best.

Eventually I felt her hands lift off me as if she was going to move on. When I heard her turn away from the bed I took the opportunity to lift up slightly and point my cock elsewhere. However, before I could actually do anything I felt her hand on my back.

"Don't worry, Mr Hill, if you're uncomfortable I'm almost finished on your back."

I dutifully moved my hand back from underneath me and settled down, my penis in exactly the same position as before. She quickly banged the sides of her hands down on my back and legs a few times before stopping and saying the words I'd been both anticipating and dreading.

"OK, time to turn over."

As soon as she said it I knew I'd be doing it. Although I was still a little terrified that accidentally exposing my penis to her would cause an incident, I was so horny and in her control it was inevitable. I didn't, however, have any clue how she expected me to turn over. She was still standing right next to me and not offering the privacy that she had at the start.

After a few moments of us both doing nothing I realised it was up to me to start. I looked back to the side away from her and reached a hand out to take hold of the towel. My plan was to turn very slowly and try to keep it in place. Lily was having none of it.

"It's fine, Mr Hill, you just turn over, I'll worry about the towel."

I couldn't help but turn my head to the other side at her words and watched as she grasped the top of the towel and lifted it off my body. She didn't lift it far but she also was stood a foot or two further up than it, so very likely had a pretty clear view of most of what had been covered by it. For now that was just my bum.

"Off you go."

She wasn't looking up to my face at all and so seemed unaware I was watching her. I had no other plan, so, accepting whatever fate awaited, I started to roll over.

It seemed best to just get on with things and I felt more comfortable watching Lily than my dick. I could feel it move, however, and it was still around semi hard and stayed pointing downwards towards my feet. Blood pressure kept it away from my body even as I settled onto my back.

Lily's face didn't seem to change but she'd clearly kept her eyes in the vicinity of the towel so couldn't have missed it. She lowered it back onto my body fairly quickly and finally looked up. I was mostly thinking about the sensation of the towel on my dick. It felt like the edge was only just low enough to be covering the head of my penis and every heartbeat seemed to send more blood rushing into it.

What happened next seemed both to go too quickly but also in slow motion. I looked at Lily's cute, freckled face as she turned back to get the oil, anticipating her hands again on my body, when I unconsciously made the mistake. It was possibly something I could have prevented if I'd had superhuman control of myself, but as my cock stiffened and felt increasingly good I tensed it slightly and caused it to spring upwards with a touch more force that the towel could take. The treacherous fabric slipped slightly downwards to my stomach, and as the weight it exerted lessened my penis straightened even more. The chain reaction went quickly and before I knew it the towel my dick was completely out into the open.

My eyes must have gone wide but, ridiculously, my first thought was that perhaps Lily wouldn't notice straight away and I'd be able to shuffle myself back under. I tried a brief movement but obviously it failed. I wondered about trying again but she had already turned back to my body.

"Oh."

She said it fairly quietly, expressing surprise but not massively so. Despite the nervousness a part of me still managed to hope she liked what she saw, but it was tough to really say what reaction she had to seeing her best friend's father's very erect penis. I was still frozen in place but Lily quickly pulled the towel up along my body and re-covered my dick. This time it was weighed down the other way, pointing up along my belly. She waited a very brief moment then carried on.

"I'll do your chest and arms next," she said, as if nothing too important had just happened. I managed an answering smile and soon watched as she poured the liquid onto me.

I again tried to relax but I couldn't help but notice that my cock was now threatening to poke out from the top rather than bottom of the towel, with the hemline hovering a few centimetres above my belly button. For the moment it was just a dark shadow underneath and I wondered if Lily would try and arrange things a little better, but she didn't. I was feeling too passive to try myself, I still feared making a mistake and it seeming as if I was exposing myself to her.

I put my head back down, moving extremely gingerly so that nothing would be disturbed. It was no real surprise to feel that Lily wasn't particularly taking things easily, massaging my chest and abs with about as much vigor as she had my back. My dick bobbed around slightly as she went and enjoyed its freedom and it soon felt likely that it was only a matter of time before the exact same thing happened again. I tried to ignore it as I had still had no idea what to do or even whether Lily, or indeed myself, cared. Eventually, though, the tension became too much and I raised my head to see what the situation was.

The towel was still in place but my penis had definitely risen and more light was being let in underneath. It was fairly easy to see the head of my cock. Lily seemed unconcerned and although she wasn't staring at it, it certainly appeared that my exposure must be perfectly obvious to her. After a little while she quickly tugged the towel down ever so slightly, but a few more strokes of her hands saw it slip once more. I watched, mesmerised by the situation as my dick bobbed about visibly before she again just about covered it up.

This time she glanced my way and smiled at me. It was beginning to seem like she was as unconcerned about seeing my erection as she had been about checking out my underwear.

"Enjoying it, Mr Hill?"

"Yes, thanks." I managed to get out. I could see that I was once again pretty visible down below. This time Lily didn't even shift the towel and it seemed she was also finishing up on my top half.

"OK, I'll move down."

"Right."

She stepped the short distance down my body, and grabbed the oil again. I saw her glance up to the towel which, from her new angle, should at least have been blocking her view.

Lily quickly folded the towel in two, doubling the part that was resting on my penis but exposing the very tops of my legs. The added weight pressed it down more until it was almost resting against my belly, the sensation of which made my whole body twitch involuntarily with pleasure and pain. I saw the usual smug little smile flash across Lily's face, but other than that she simply got on with the job. I lay back down, hoping to enjoy the final part of the massage.

This time she started on my thighs, and as she repeated the move that saw her poking and kneading with her fingers up one leg towards my groin I realised just how exposed I now was. The towel was obviously resting on my dick, but I felt oil drip from my leg onto my scrotum, and it seemed likely my balls now lay at least partly outside the towel. My pubic hair was closely cropped all over and I thought I looked presentable down there, but it was not a view I had ever really presented to anyone before.

As Lily carried on vigorously working the muscles in both legs I couldn't help but want to check her view. I raised myself up just enough and quickly realised it was worse than I'd imagined. My balls were fully exposed, tightly held up against my body and clearly ready to deliver a decent load after a half hour or more of teasing. What was perhaps more surprising, though, was that a good half an inch or so of my shaft was visible, swaying slightly as Lily's hands continued my massage. At this point the towel wasn't doing much other than causing me a growing amount of discomfort as, despite the constriction, my erection tried to regain full strength.

After a few moments Lily looked up and noticed my new position, settled on my elbows and watching her work.

"Trying to learn the technique?" As ever, if she was embarrassed by my exposure then she wasn't showing it.

I couldn't really describe the heightened state of excitement I was in.

"Just enjoying it. I haven't had a massage in years."

"Really? Oh, I think everyone should get them regularly, they always make you feel great."

I couldn't help letting my eyes flicker from her face to where her hands now rested, a few inches from the towel. She followed my gaze, then looked back up at me. Given her calmness it seemed like she was daring me to make a comment about it.

"Sorry if I, er." The start still wasn't that confident and she looked at me quizzically. I too wondered what exactly I was hoping to say. "If I've, erm, given you a bit of trouble with the towel."

She looked back down. "Oh, it's fine really, I guess it would have been uncomfortable for you to keep your shorts on." It was the first time she'd even slightly hinted she had seen my erection.

"Yeah, thanks."

She started to massage my thighs, but after a few moments she spoke again.

"You know, I am almost done. If you like I can just take the towel off." She looked back up at me and I held my breath. "I mean, it still looks a little awkward for you."

I paused for a moment then somehow managed to follow through on what I'd thought many times. If she was acting casual, then so should I.

"Yeah, OK, that would be good."

She nodded and wasted no time. With one hand she just tugged the towel completely off me and let it fall to the bed beside me. Finally completely free my dick sprang upwards, wobbled a few times and then settled into place, pointing more-or-less straight up. The head was obviously moist from pre cum and I could tell it was about as hard as it got.

"Better?" She asked as she carried on kneading my body?

"Definitely."

I lay back down. Now my cock was out in the open then the desire I felt for her to actually touch it was incredible, and brought a new edge of frustration. I tried to master that and just enjoy the sensations. The delicious feelings as her hands skated ever so close on each pass up my leg, and the thought that it was a gorgeous eighteen year doing it was almost enough to bring me to climax on its own. It seemed clear, though, that there was no more on offer for me, and all too soon I felt the bang of the sides of her hands on my body signaling that the massage was at an end.

"All done."

I looked up, "great, thanks."

She swept her gaze up and down my naked body as if checking her handiwork. "Taking another shower?"

"No, I don't think so." My only real thought now was to be able to masturbate as soon as possible, and it seemed much too involved to have to go downstairs first when I was already laying on my own bed.

"Oh, right." She seemed surprised. "I'll, er, get something for the oil then."

I slowly figured out what she meant, but before I could decide whether to change my mind she had set off, presumably again to the bathroom. She returned relatively quickly holding a wash cloth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think." I said lamely as she walked towards me.

"It's fine. I guess you did just take one after all."

I just about managed a nod as she put the cloth on my chest and started swabbing my body. I had no objections, obviously, and had managed to get myself another few moments of massage.

This time Lily went fairly quickly, moving the cloth around my body with far less precision than her massage strokes. As she went down towards my penis she didn't change her approach and was soon sweeping the cloth close enough that I felt it touch and flick around the base as she slid the cloth up and down briefly on either side of my groin. I held my breath and tried to keep in control, although I knew it wasn't quite true it was easy to imagine she had just handled my dick.

"OK, stand up and I'll do the back." As ever she said it with a nonchalant smile.

I got up from the bed and it seemed like we both noticed as my dick bounced around as I went. At this point it felt that, unless I came, it had had enough arousal to stay hard for days. We briefly stood facing each other before I turned to present my bum, and I soon felt her start to wipe me down. She was as brisk as previously though I told myself she did take at least one pass more than she needed to over my bum.

"All done."

I turned back to face her, by now it seemed pointless to worry and I knew I wanted her to see me as much as possible. After a moment, though, she looked around the room.

"Oh, er, I'll get your towel."

It was lying on the floor a little way away and I said nothing. She stepped over and bent quickly at the knees still facing me, her head briefly almost at the level of my cock. She smiled and handed it to me, I took it and then held it to my chest so it dangled down and my dick was lost among its folds. I didn't want to cover up, but it seemed like it would be expected of me.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, absolutely. Thank you."

"Well, see how it goes. If it helps you then good, and, I mean," she shrugged, "I could maybe give you another one some time?"

"Great, yeah, absolutely. I'll see how it goes."

She nodded. "OK."

It was strange, her demeanour hadn't really changed but it did seem as if she was hesitating before just leaving the room. I wondered if there was something I was missing or forgetting to say. I started another not particularly important sentence, but we both got a bit of a surprise. Downstairs there was the unmistakable sound of the front door opening.

I glanced terrified at the clock by the bed and discovered that it was just about late enough that it could be Chloe. Lily turned to the door and a, "hello," filtered up from downstairs to confirm it. She looked back at me, the first crack in her composure evident. Though it wasn't that big a rupture.

"I'll head down quickly. You get dressed, I'll say we were just chatting in your office."

She whispered it and was already heading to the door. As she went I quickly realised there was no real reason her excuse wouldn't work, unless Chloe shook her hand, which would be very unusual. I'd be in my office in a minute or two looking normal enough, though it was very doubtful Chloe would come up to say hello anyway as she had Lily to entertain.

I got dressed as quickly as I could listening to the indistinct sounds of their chatter from downstairs. Given what had just happened my penis did in fact shrink easily enough, and my underwear and jeans went back on without trouble. I could feel my body was still in dire need of a release, however, and I would make sure I got it later. I'd be thinking, no doubt, of Lily.