Training for my High School Cross Country Team involved running 8-10 miles everyday during the summer months for training, and then in the fall during competition. I lived alone with my Dad.
As a result of all this running I was in top physical shape; but, often as not I needed rub downs on my legs, back and shoulders to loosen up after a run. My Dad was my personal trainer and would give me these rub downs. He never once placed his hands in an inappropriate position or area of my body. Never the less, his touch to my body was so magnificent that he really turned me on at times. I think he could tell this as often my gluts would tense up and I usually could not supress my moaning from the delight of his hands. He would often cut the rub downs short and quickly finish when he observed my body reactions.
My Dad purchased a Swedish massager that fit on his hand and turned each of his fingers into individual tantalizers to my body. The advantage of this was that rub downs were shorter in duration and yielded the same result in muscle relief. After three or four sessions of using the Swedish massager on me he said he thought it would be a good idea if I used the massager on my pelvic area in the privacy of my bedroom.
I immediately knew what he was thinking and what the result would be. I asked him if I was that obvious in what I desired, and he only shook his head Yes with a big smile across his face.
That evening when I went to bed, I took the massager with me to my room making sure that he was aware that I had it with me. He just smiled as I walked by him, and I rolled my eyes at him with a big grin.
I spent a very memorable hour or so with the massager pulsating my fingers on my clit and labia. The pulsations were tense and the thought of my Dad having knowledge of what I was doing and what was happening to me drove me crazy. I had two magnificent orgasms. One big O I achieved real quickly and the other big O happend at the end of the session.
I was 16 years old when Dad introduced me to the Swedish massager, I continued to run Cross Country for another two years and my Dad continued to be my trainer, never touching me inappropriately, and bought two more massagers as the others wore out.
I never saw any evidence that my Dad had used the massager on his own pelvic area. If he did he did a good job of cleaning it up after he ejaculated with it. My Dad was very supportive of me during my running career and I think he was very cool in the way he handled the way he raised me, as I always knew what was waiting for me in my bedroom after a date with a boy.