The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  "Man, I would hose that in a New York Minute!" The first one said.

  "Did you check the register to get her name?"

  "Yea, Sally somebody, a rich Doctor."

  "Doctor? No shit? Probably here for the government deal."

  "Yea, but she doesn't look like any Doctor I ever saw."

  "You on room service tonight?"

  "No, parking damn it. Bunch of scientists in for that science offshore project they are building, cheap bastards too. No fucking tips at all!"

  ".....need to find me one like that...." I heard as their voices drifted away.

  It hit me that they were talking about me. I couldn't help but giggle at that. Later, I felt my back getting warm, so I gathered up and headed for my room. There was a big A frame sign in the lobby, it read "Welcome NOAA." whatever that meant. I figured from what I heard it was probably the science project they mentioned.

  I forgot about that and went up to my room. I took a quick shower, tugged on my light lounging pajamas, prepared to settle in for a quiet evening. I realized I was a little bit hungry so I called room service for a sandwich and some wine.

  I thought about putting on a robe but then feeling a little bit naughty I decided to just answer the door in my PJ's. The outfit was two piece, not really sheer but on the thin side and I knew it outlined my body nicely.

  I answered the knock that came rather quickly, expecting one of the young men, but a young woman perhaps 25 or so stood there with a tray.

  "Hi, I'm Janet." I let her in, she set down the tray, I handed her a tip.

  "Thank you, I am on duty until seven, let us know if you need anything." She smiled, her eyes taking in my outfit.

  I smiled back, then sat down to eat. Later, I picked up the little advertiser they had sitting on the table. It listed several restaurants and cafes, some night clubs, other things to do in the little seaside resort town. Nothing that I was really interested in, until a folder slid out between the pages.

  "Pamper yourself!" The bold headline read. It was an advertisement for a massage in the room. That sounded wonderful to me, I have had a few of those in my life.

  I called the number, but the young woman that answered apologized, explaining that they had no one on staff since it was a Sunday evening.

  "All right, perhaps tomorrow." I answered, and hung up. I might as well go to bed, then get up early for tomorrow, I thought.

  I had just poured myself a nightcap from the robo bar when the phone rang.

  "Hello?"

  "Good evening, my name is Simon. The front desk told me you called for a massage, if you still want one I would be happy to serve you." A young man's nervous voice said.

  "Oh. Are you a masseur?" I asked. The voice sounded like this was just a kid.

  "Yes, well, almost. I have been taking night classes and I could really use the practice."

  The first thought to pop into my head was to say no.

  "Besides, I can really use the money, it helps to pay for my classwork." He added quickly, eagerly.

  "Have you even done one?" I asked, laughing to myself. This was almost hilarious.

  "Yes. Well, just in school. I am really good!" He said proudly.

  "I don't know...."

  "I am the man who parked your car today." He said.

  My ears perked up. The cute one? I managed to stifle a giggle. Suddenly the idea of this really nice looking young man rubbing my body struck me as probably being fun.

  "OK. I guess so. That does sound really nice." I said, without thinking it through clearly.

  "Great! I will be right up!" He hung up.

  Now what in the hell have I done? I thought.

  It wasn't 60 seconds later, he knocked on the door. He must have ran all the way. I didn't have time to even change clothes.

  Simon came in carrying a big table, it looked to be well used. He was obviously doing his very best to look as professional as possible. I sipped my drink and watched as he struggled with the folding legs, getting the support cables wrapped the wrong way, then he had to fold them back and start over.

  He set the table upright, I looked at it and could see it was set for someone at least six inches shorter than he was.

  This was starting to look like it might be interesting. I grinned to myself, reasonably certain this young man didn't have a clue. He certainly seemed eager, though.

  "Well, Simon. Would you like a drink?" I asked him.

  "I never drink when I am working." He said.

  "OK. I assume you don't mind if I have one, and you might want to set the table a little higher."

  "Oh, sure that is fine, go ahead." Then he looked down at the table and blushed.

  "I will go get ready while you finish setting the table up, how will you want me?" I gave him a sweet smile, he was doing his best to not look at me in my thin pajamas.

  "You can take off...I mean, you can...usually it's just..." He turned bright red, I could see he wasn't sure what to say.

  I gave him a bright smile.

  "Well..undress to your level of comfort!" He answered finally, sneaking a look at me, then he looked quickly away. He knelt down and began adjusting the table legs.

  "I guess I will just take everything off then, that's normal isn't it? Will a towel be OK for a cover?" Now I was having fun teasing him, he didn't even have any sheets for the table.

  "Yes. I guess..whatever you like."

  I went into the bathroom, taking my sweet time. I took off my pajamas, picked up one of the huge bath towels and wrapped it around myself. I wondered what he was going to do about sheets for his table? I found a second huge bath towel, thinking I would put that on the table to lie on.

  "Ready?" I called out finally.

  "Yes." I went out, he had found a spare sheet in the closet, folded it on the table. He had also set up a pillow at the top of it. He still looked to be really nervous to me.

  "Are you going to go wash up while I get on the table?" I asked him.

  "Oh! Yes. OK." He went into the bathroom, I slid on and lay face down, spreading one towel out first, tugging the other towel over my body.

  He came back out in seconds, I barely made it. I waited, he stood there.

  "Is something wrong, Simon?" I asked him finally.

  "I forgot my oil." He said.

  "I have some lotion there on the nightstand, that will be fine."

  "Oh, OK. Thank you." I heard him step across the room and then back. He placed his hands tentatively on my feet and began to rub. His hands felt amateurish, scattered, but it still felt good. I let out a sigh to encourage him.

  Quickly, a little too quickly he shifted to my calves. He could have rubbed my feet for a half hour and I would not have minded.

  The hotel towel I had over me was very large, it came from almost my shoulders to the middle of the back of my knees. His hands worked up and down my legs, stopping each time just short of the bottom of the towel. Then he turned for some more lotion, and stepped up to my shoulders.

  "You can go higher on my legs, Simon, I won't bite you!" I teased him.

  "Oh. Well, OK. I just don't want to offend you."

  "Relax, there is nothing you can do that will offend me." I turned my head to look at him. My God he was young, I knew I would hardly be able to wait to tell my friend Pam about this one.

  Simon carefully folded the towel up about two inches, now his fingers could reach a ways up my thighs.

  "The heavy muscles in my thighs and my fanny really need the work." I told him.

  "I spend a lot of time on a bicycle." I added.

  "OK. I can tell, your legs are really strong looking." He answered. He began to do long strokes up the sides of my legs. He spent quite some time doing that, almost like he didn't know for sure what to do next.

  "After a long bike ride, my leg muscles really ache, especially the inner thigh." His hands stopped for a second, then started back up. I didn't need to look to tell that he had just blushed again.

  "I...err...I c
an work that out for you...if you don't mind?"

  "Oh, I don't mind, I have had lots of massages before so I am used to it, besides, I am not really bashful."

  "Good. I mean, as long as you are comfortable." He still seemed hesitant.

  This was getting to be fun. I began to think that he was not going to even touch my fanny at all, or do anything about my upper legs, but his hands finally went up my legs, then he folded the towel over to bare my left butt cheek.

  "Is this OK?" He asked.

  "Sure, go ahead, it's fine." I told him.

  His fingers flowed up and over me, a bit too light, almost ticklish. He repeated that over and over, finally I rocked my hips to open my legs and encourage him. That made the towel slip a little. He didn't reach to tug it back, so I moved my hips some more, felt it slip again. It was a pretty heavy towel. Then I felt it slide, it fell off completely onto the floor.

  "I'm sorry!" He rushed around to pick up the towel.

  "Oh, you can leave it, it will make it easier." I told him.

  He hesitated, but then stepped back to the table. After quite a long time working on my upper legs and behind, he walked around the head of the table to the other side. He repeated some of the same motions on that side, but stopped a bit too quickly.

  "Can you do some long sweeps up my legs, both at once?" I asked.

  "Sure." He reached across, put one hand on each leg and stroked upwards.

  "Not like that, go down to the foot of the table, it's easier and feels better."

  "I..OH. All right." He stepped down to the foot of the table, put one hand on each calf. Then he leaned forward as his hands slid up to the base of my fanny.

  I rocked my hips to open my legs, until one foot was over the edge of the table on both sides. I felt him again hesitate for a moment, I knew my vagina was now in his view. I could even hear his breath quicken.

  Then his hands swept upwards again. He began to get bolder, until finally at the top of each stroke he was spreading me open widely.

  I felt my body begin to flood, if he would only just reach in there and touch me I knew I could orgasm. I hadn't really planned on that but now I wanted to orgasm. His hands were teasingly close. After at least five solid minutes of that I couldn't stand it any more, his hands were going up into my butt cheeks, then pressing me open. I knew that each time he could see clearly between my legs, it was starting to drive me nuts.

  "Higher!" I said, a bit forcefully.

  Simon's hands came upwards, stopped at the base of my fanny. I felt what must have been his thumbs slide inwards, they pressed against my sex. I groaned as a climax swept over me, that was all it took. His palms cupped my ass, fingers splayed outwards, his thumbs flicked up and over me until another incredible orgasm blasted though me.

  Simon wasn't very good at giving a massage but he sure seemed to know how to do that part of it, either that or he had a lucky accident.

  I finally relaxed, then without his asking I rolled over onto my back and settled in. It took no time at all for Simon to have his hands on my breasts, his fingers busy flicking my nipples. He seemed to have lost all of the initial shyness.

  When he stroked down my stomach, one hand went straight to my pussy, cupping me. I opened my legs to allow that. His index finger slid right inside me, he began to finger fuck me. I let my hips lift to meet his efforts, watching the expression on his face. It was cute, he was playing now, and a let him play, basking in the fading sensations of my climax.

  In short order I even had another mellow orgasm.

  Then I sat up, smiled at him.

  "That was pretty good, I am glad you didn't mind being more..intimate."

  "I wasn't sure at first but then...you really are pretty. I didn't mind at all." He said.

  "Well, thank you for letting an old woman feel good."

  "You aren't old, you can't be more than...thirty." He lied. I laughed, hopped off the table completely naked. Simon was looking me up and down now, the shyness was long gone. I dug in my purse and found a hundred dollar bill, handed it to him. His eyes widened for a moment, then he stammered a thank you.

  I was still naked when he left, he seemed to be slightly reluctant to go. I shut the door behind him, sat down and started to chuckle. That had been fun, Simon was so very shy at first. I was fairly sure he had never really given a massage before in his life.

  I also knew that now he would really have some stories to tell his friends.

  That night I slept like a stone.

  The next day it was just after noon when I finally left my room and headed down to the beach. The breeze off the ocean was crisp, I had a jacket pulled snugly around myself. I was looking at bits and pieces of shells, a few were intact but most were just pieces. I had ambled along for at least a mile when I looked up and a man was coming from the other way. He had a medium size yellow dog with him, it was tearing around, then stopping to carefully sniff everything.

  As he got closer, it hit me.

  Nathan.

  "Well, hello! What are you doing down here?" I asked him when he got close enough to hear me over the roar of the ocean.

  "Hi, Sally! I am working on the NOAA project, I have been down here for almost a month now."

  No wonder I hadn't seen him for awhile.

  "I am just having a vacation, I have to head back next Saturday."

  "We should get together, do something." He said.

  "Sure, how about lunch? I am hungry now anyway."

  "OK." We headed back towards the resort, Nathan yelled at his Dog several times when it got a bit too far away, each time it dutifully came back but then began to work it's way out again. Finally Nathan led me up a walkway, there was a cobblestone square and several small restaurants there. This section of town was different than the main part of the small city, the buildings looked to be far older. I spotted several antique shops, made a mental note to walk back down later to look around.

  He dug out a lease and secured the Dog to an outside table leg, It laid down looking to be completely unhappy. A waitress came out and took our orders. Nathan and I chatted about work, weather, the Ocean. It was interesting what he said he was doing, they were building a large facility for research. I knew quite a bit about what he was talking about, my late husband had run a construction company for many years.

  I was feeling myself actually getting comfortable by the time the meal was finished. We got up, Nathan walked me back to the resort.

  On impulse, I invited him in. He secured the Dog and followed me into my room. I was thinking perhaps? I suppose I was not completely sure of what I was thinking.

  I fixed a couple of drinks from the robo bar, a fruit juice for me and a bourbon for him. We sat down in the chairs, Nathan looked at me expectantly. In fact, the expression on his face confused me slightly.

  "Would you like to?" He asked, then he grinned.

  I recognized the grin, I had seen it before. It hit me what he wanted to do. He wanted to expose himself, masturbate. He wanted me to do the same.

  I suppose I had thought that he would try to seduce me. I think that perhaps he might have been successful, that is something I just cannot be sure of.

  "Nathan, I really am not in the mood." I told him. He looked mildly crestfallen, then he got up.

  "I should go see if my Dog is all right." He told me.

  "Thanks for the drink." I noticed he set it down, almost untouched. I sat there for quite a long time afterward, thinking.

  Nathan was an odd man, he looked to be normal at a glance but inside he had urges. I almost understood, not quite though.

  I went in and showered, carefully shaved my pubic hair, leaving just a tiny V at the top. It had been some time since I did that and that part of me was becoming a bit unkempt. I dug around in my clothes and found my prettiest blouse and skirt, not bothering with either a bra or a thong. Then I headed downstairs for the lounge.

  The place was jam packed, there were men in suits everywhere. I saw some heads turn as I walk
ed in, I saw a few glances that I took to be appreciative. I walked up to the bar, asked for a glass of Papaya juice.

  "Be a minute, I will have some brought in." The man behind the bar told me. He stepped away, pushed a button and said something over what appeared to be an intercom.

  A couple of minutes later I saw Simon walk in carrying a bottle. He handed it to the bartender, then he spotted me. He grinned, lifted a hand.

  I winked at him.

  Maybe later, who knows? That had really been fun. Meanwhile, I looked around the room. Just then the bartender set down a glass, one man hopped up to give me his seat.

  I smiled and thanked him, noticing he made no move to step away. There were men all around me, talking. But they kept glancing my way. This was every bit of all right.

  I smiled inwardly to myself. I probably looked like a cougar on the make. I giggled, took a sip of the juice. Hell, I was a cougar on the make.

  "Welcome to the convention, I'm Walt." The man who had given me his seat said with a smile. He held out his hand.

  "Sally, I am not here for that." I shook his hand, it was soft. I prefer a working man's hands. But the room was full of men.

  "Oh. Working girl?" He asked.

  I just looked at him, that was an insult.

  "I am a Doctor, I am on vacation." My tone caused the smile to leave his face.

  "Sorry." He muttered, then wandered away.

  Somewhere in there was a real man, all I had to do was find him. But after two solid hours of comments, a half dozen partially drunk suggestions, I was fed up. I gave up, decided to go back to my room and get some sleep. I glanced at my watch, it was 11:45.

  Retiring early, I must be getting to be a little old lady, I thought. It was almost depressing.

  As I walked through the lobby, I saw Simon standing there by the counter, talking to another young man. He saw me and smiled, I smiled back. They both looked at me in what appeared to be appreciation.

  I walked towards the elevator, then on impulse I turned and walked back to where they stood.

  "How late do you work tonight, Simon?" I asked him. The other young man looked at me, then at Simon, then back with a grin.

  "I get off at midnight, miss...I mean Sally." He stammered. His face went delightfully pink again.