“No dad,” she answered quickly. “I already told the girls I wouldn’t be doing anything since I know who the guy is. I told them it would make things way too awkward.”
“Oh. That makes sense, I guess.”
“Besides, Kristy has already offered to throw a party at her house for me.”
“WHAT!?” I yelled in a whisper.
“I’m just kidding dad. I’m not “participating” here or at any of my friends’ houses.” she laughed.
“Right,” I said, confirming her statement to myself more than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slid my boxers off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a full erection.
“Wow, dad!” Lindsay exclaimed. “Mom’s an idiot for not taking advantage of that on a regular basis.” She was now staring openly at my aching cock. “Well let’s get you strapped in.”
As I sat on the chair, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my balls to hang freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to wrap the front straps around my legs without any problems. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump.
“Sorry” she said, but from the smile on her face I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated show of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest to my crotch as she bent over for the last strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her chest come into contact with my member. I might have thought it was an accident, except that she didn’t pull away. I could feel the flimsy material of her shirt against the shaft of my cock.
“Just…having…trouble…with this…last….strap…” Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on purpose, and I could feel the rough lace edging on her bra. If she moved any more I would be touching…
Then it happened. Lindsay got the last strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the head of my naked penis. The soft heat of her skin against mine caused my body to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned.
“Easy there big chief,” my daughter kidded as she stood up. “Why don’t you save that for the girls?”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. I didn’t know what else to say.
“No worries,” she replied with a smile. “Well, are you ready?”
“As ready as I can be.”
“You can say that again,” she said looking down at my crotch. “Well, here we go.” And with that, Lindsay placed the hood over my head.
She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black material. It was no more restricting than wearing a pair of sunglasses. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now.
“Now remember,” Lindsay whispered. “You have to act like you can’t see who’s touching you. You can’t say any names. You can’t talk to the girls directly – unless it’s to moan or say they’re doing a good job or something. You don’t want them to figure out who you are.”