Meanwhile, on the other side of the bathroom door Emma was having no such doubts. No sooner had she heard the water turn on and her father climbing into the shower, had she unbuttoned her jeans and put her hand under her waistband and between her legs. She’d been dying all afternoon to get herself off, and her little warm-up in the changing room had only amplified it. She knew she didn’t have long, but given how charged up and wet she was, even five minutes would be plenty.
She let out a whimper as her right hand frantically rubbed over her mound, her left hand slipping up under her top and bra to pinch her right nipple. She felt like electricity was coursing through her. She closed her eyes and slowly inserted a finger inside herself, curling it up to massage the inside of her hole before drawing it back out, slick with her juices, and resuming the firm circles over her clit. She let out a long deep moan of pleasure, allowing herself to be consumed by the sensations of her body, confident that the noise from the shower’s running water would mask any sounds she was making.
In the shower, Jon realised that he hadn’t brought his conditioner into the bathroom with him. It felt like such a silly and feminine thing to insist on using, but his late wife had introduced him to it when they first started living together, and he had to admit he just really preferred the way his hair felt and looked when he used it. So much that he used it daily and tended to bring a bottle with him when travelling, rather than chance whatever conditioner was in the hotel bathroom, if they even provided one at all. He sighed and stepped back out of the shower, leaving it running as he quickly wrapped his towel around his waist.
He opened the door into the bedroom to be greeted with the sight of his daughter lying back on the bed, eyes closed, one hand in her jeans and the other clearly on her breast. He froze, taken completely by surprise. Emma heard the door open and immediately withdrew both of her hands, yelping in surprise.
“Oh shit! Dad! Uh… I…” she was lost for words as her face blushed crimson, knowing there was no way her father wasn’t aware of what she was doing.
“It’s… it’s OK,” replied Jon. He paused for a second. “Look, we had a weird morning today, and I get it. I’ve been feeling pretty damn… animated all day as well.”
“I’m sorry, I just…”
“Like I said, it’s OK.” Jon cut her off, trying to keep his voice as calm and soothing as possible. “You’re an adult, you have adult feelings and needs, like anyone else does. If I’m honest, I was considering doing something similar myself while I was in there.” The room fell into an awkward silence between the two of them, Jon standing there in just a towel as the shower continued running behind him through the open bathroom door. Jon sighed, trying to think of a way to defuse the situation.
“I tell you what,” he said. “I’m going to get my conditioner out of my suitcase, set a timer on my phone for twenty minutes, go back into the bathroom and close the door, and in that time we can both sort ourselves out. And when those twenty minutes are done, none of this ever happened, deal?”
“OK Dad, deal.” Emma’s mind wasn’t really on getting herself off anymore, but she knew she just didn’t want to be in the same room as her dad. Jon found his bottle of conditioner in his suitcase, picked up his phone, headed back into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
Emma lay back on the bed and let out a deep sigh, breathing for what felt like the first time since her dad burst out of the bathroom. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her after the fright and embarrassment of realising he was stood there. She played back what had just happened in her head. Emma wasn’t sure how she would have expected her father to react to walking in on her masturbating, but she weirdly didn’t expect the calm and pragmatic reaction she’d gotten.
She glanced at the time as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. It was just turning 5:15pm, so she had at least until half past five before she’d need to face her father again. She thought about what he’d said: that he was horny too, that they should use the time to both “sort themselves out”. Did that mean he was going to be jacking himself off in there?
She thought about the videos they’d watched this morning. The masseur seducing his client, the brother and sister fucking. They’d felt like regular porn videos, things she’d already seen similar instances of before, why had they had such an effect on her that the moment she was alone she couldn’t resist fingering herself? Clearly, from what her father had just said, they’d had a similar impact on him too.
Was there some sort of subliminal messaging? Was there something added into the water? Was it just that they’d watched them both together and so she hadn’t been able to climax in the way she would have normally done watching porn by herself? Even just thinking back to the videos that morning she found her arousal building again and her hand naturally reaching back down into her pants. She realised what she was doing and stopped. Was she really touching herself after what just happened? She decided to slip her jeans and pants down and off her legs, giving her hand free access between her thighs. She had just under twenty minutes of agreed privacy, she might as well use it.
In the bathroom, Jon was cursing himself under his breath as he got back into the shower. He felt awful for walking in on his daughter like that, as he pictured the look of shock and embarrassment on her face as she’d realised he was stood there. By the end of the session this morning he thought that he’d never have a more awkward moment in his entire life and yet he’d smashed that record just a few hours later.
He dwelled on it as he continued his shower. Obviously, he knew his daughter was old enough to be sexually active, and there was more than enough confirmation of that during this morning, but this just rammed home to him that she was a grown woman now. She watched porn. She masturbated. She hadn’t had any serious boyfriends that he was aware of, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t potentially hooking up and having sex.
He wondered if that sort of thing was a normal routine for her, to come home at the end of the day and immediately get herself off. Or was it the lingering effects from the morning that had caused her to start masturbating on the other side of the door the moment he left the room? He’d been unusually horny since they left the study, it would make sense if it had the same impact on Emma.
He finished his shower but left the water running as he sat down on the toilet lid in his towel. He had been horny all day, he’d almost felt like he was sixteen again, when all his brain could think about was sex and getting off. He glanced at his phone, the timer showing ten minutes still left on it. He wrapped his hand around his cock and it only took a few strokes up and down for it to be fully hard.
His mind lingered on the scene in the bedroom that had greeted him as he’d stepped through the door. His daughter clearly enjoying herself on the bed, one hand grasping her boob and the other moving inside her unbuttoned jeans. He tried to shake it out of his mind, but all that his brain seemed able to replace it with were scenes from the videos this morning. The man who was around his age, holding the legs of a busty blonde over his shoulders and furiously ramming his cock into her as she lay on the massage table, her breasts bouncing up with each thrust. The brother and sister going at it doggy-style, his grunting mixing with her moaning as she encouraged him to pound her harder. He felt his balls tighten as he reached his orgasm, the long-anticipated relief washing through him as he spurted hard into the waiting tissue.
In the bedroom Emma was similarly feeling her own climax build, glancing at the clock to confirm she had at least five minutes left. She wasn’t expecting to be able to get back into the mood so quickly, but once she resumed touching herself it was like she’d never been interrupted. She felt her hips buck upwards into her own hand, as her orgasm started to build. She found her mind on the first video from this morning, with the blonde lying on the massage table as the masseuse fucked her. Except it wasn’t the blonde on the table, it was her lying there, her legs held apart by the older man as he drove his cock into her. She let out a long deep moan and rubbed her pussy at a frantic pace as she felt a massive orgasm build and wash over her. She lay back on the bed, panting after the intensity of her climax.
In the bathroom, the alarm on Jon’s phone finally went off. He turned the shower off and finished putting his clothes on, pausing for another thirty seconds or so to avoid a repeat incident before opening the door. Emma was sat on the bed, fully clothed, and stood up as he left the bathroom. Jon couldn’t tell if she’d resumed masturbating or not during the last twenty minutes, before reasoning he shouldn’t be wondering about the answer to that question anyway.
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