Hi,
This is my first effort at trying to write a suitable story.... I might manage it, I might not, only you the reader can judge that.
If I can meet a reasonable standard I hope this will turn into a fun and worthwhile way for me to entertain myself and you.
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James had always led a quiet, by others standards, but full life including sexually.
His life with his one true love was always fulfilling but stifled a touch due to Gwen (His wife) being of the belief that 'Shenanighans' should be kept between couples and not 'Flaunted' outside the bedroom. Even though she was partial to James laying hands-on and moisturising her whole body invariably leading to the 'Happy ending' The use of fingers in her aperture was acceptable but never any tongue and definitely the 'back door' was off-limits until much later in their life together.
Because of work commitments and social functions, James and Gwen were only blessed with one child, which incidentally caused Gwen more than a little shame and embarrassment. Believing she was slightly above others, imagine the shame when walking back from the butchers her waters decided to break thus creating a slightly embarrassing mess, even though it is and always will be one of the most natural phenomena that the human body goes through. Add to the shame of it being a male Dr who attended to the birth as the district nurses were already tied up elsewhere and he insisted that the pubic area was 'Tidied up'........ Gwen liked to keep a full bush and even liked the feel of the underarm growth as well, as James seemed to take great delight in licking and nuzzling her armpits as he ejaculated in her.
Patricia, later shortened to Patsy by her friends and James, was a well cared for and loved child from birth right up through her teenage years, often curling up on her dad to sleep when a child and find solace in later years if hurt or upset. It was accepted as a child to run around in her nightie but as she grew up Gwen tried to insist on the rule that Patricia only came out of her room when she was fully dressed, which caused so many arguments and compromise had to be found, so full Pyjamas became the norm (Not the nice satiny ones of today but the functional thick thermal type ones) but as they were very often designed for boys Gwen insisted on sewing the front opening up.
James, wanting a quiet life, stayed quiet but quite liked the times she snuggled into his side and pulled his hand down across her body as a shield or sat on his lap whilst watching scary films.
Being a budding gymnast when about 13/14 Patsy was forever twisting ankles and tweaking calf muscles and often asked, 'Daddy can you massage my legs and get the knots out of my calf muscles' Which James did willingly, having quite a technique for applying pressure in just the right places to aid recovery but not inflict the pain that the professional sports physiotherapists seem to do.
In a competition when Patsy was 18 she took a very heavy fall whilst performing on the balance beam, catching herself on the back of the thigh and also on her side as she was thrown sideways into the upright on the apparatus. Released from hospital with some exercises and some cream for the abrasions she came home and for a few days was a bit slow and careful in her movements and Gwen applied the cream on her side.
Come the following Saturday, Gwen was out visiting some friends that she hadn't seen for a few months when Patsy looked at her dad and asked 'Is mum going to back in time to help me get dressed to go over to Shaun's mums birthday party?' Shaun is the closest person that Patsy could call a boyfriend that she had ever had. James, looking perplexed 'Umm, no I don't think she will' Patsy jumps up, tweaking her muscle in her leg, and starts to cry 'Owww, that hurts..... Mum promised she would help me get dressed.... Mind you I think it is only so she can check what I am wearing'
'I can help you'
'Oh yeah, you gonna help me?'
'Surely it is only zipping your dress up and maybe putting your shoes on so that you haven't got to bend too far.'
Shaking her head 'Nope, it is putting cream on my grazes, then helping me put my bra on so I don't catch the dressing as I turn it around......... not to mention my panties and tights'
'Ahh, OK I see the problem............ Now, why are you limping again?'
'I hurt my bloody leg when I jumped up and my muscle hurts.......... You can't help with that either!!!!.......It has been total shit having mum doing the massaging she can't get the same force as you used to'
'Of course, I can massage your leg silly....... I thought you didn't want my help now you are an adult'
'No mum said it wasn't right for you to massage me now........ She has some strange ideas...... god knows how you two ever had me'
'Come here and lay down on the sofa, let me see if I can ease the pain in your leg at least....... I am your dad and can't see you in pain......... then we can see if one of the neighbours can come and help you get dressed........ that is if you still want to go tonight'
As he gently works on his daughter's leg, Patsy looks over her shoulder just as James rearranges his cock in his trousers.
Smiling wickedly to herself she says 'Daddy, you are so good to me....... I don't want anyone else to help me get dressed...... will you try to help me?'
'For you, I will do anything.'
I will leave that one for a future story and jump forwards about 20 years or so....... Patsy is married to Mike, they have 2 daughters of their own who follow in mum's footsteps in gymnastic prowess...... James had been called upon many times for ankles and calves that needed attention...... Gwen has recently passed.
'Dad, are you ready?'
'I still don't see why you want me to come along.'
'It'll be good for you to get out, plus it means we will have company of the male variety when we come back...... it might be the middle of the night and I don't want to go into any service areas as two women alone.'
The occasion is Sian and Michelle, granddaughter and her friend going off to university..... Nicky, his other granddaughter, and Patsy are driving them up there.
James can immediately see an issue....... Two girls don't travel lightly...... even though it is a huge minivan the seats are literally all packed solid.... Just the driver and passenger seats clear and 2 small holes further back for Sian and Michelle...... 'There isn't any room' James utters.
'Ooopppsy' Sian giggles.
'Well I ain't leaving Nicky at home and Mike is away....... So we will have to try our best...... I need you with us dad' Patsy sighs.
