The night air was cold, almost biting through the hoodie I had on. The flames of the campfire whipped back and forth fighting it off, but the heat was barely enough to stave off the chill.
“Looks like a storm is coming.” Within seconds of my dad speaking those words, the sky opened up and sheets of water blanketed us. That’s when I realized, cotton soaks up water and is not the best for rain. I was literally wearing a wet blanket from head to toe and freezing cold to boot.
"Dad!” I looked in horror as one of our tents was lifted off the ground and was tossed into the woods, and disappeared into the darkness.
“Shit. Hurry, grab the hammer and the stakes.” We made a dash for the gear and secured the remaining tent.
Now muddy and wet, my clothes were basically hanging off of me and my dad looked like one of those men from Deadliest Catch. But even the rain gear he was wearing couldn’t keep him dry. Talk about opposites, he was ready and I figured he was just being overly cautious. Should have known better..
The fire was out, not even smoldering, just a pit of mush that was rapidly becoming a little pool of water. I stared as we sat there in the tiny shelter of the rain-fly. For some reason, I just couldn’t help but start to laugh. “Expert camper eh?”
He started to laugh too. “Yup. One of the best.”
For a moment we watched as the ground turned into the Amazon river. At least that is what it seemed like anyways.
“So now what?” I chirped.
“Well, I guess it’s bedtime.” He chuckled.
“But look at us? We are soaked and muddy.” I pulled off my sweatshirt and wrung it out.
My dad reached into the tent and pulled out two bags. “Here, guess we can put our clothes into these bags and will take care of them tomorrow.”
I grabbed the bag and stuffed my sweatshirt into it. I took off my shirt and tossed it in as well. I looked up and saw my dad, he had already stripped down to his underwear and bagged his clothes. Not only was I impressed with how fast he did it, but also with what his wet underwear had nicely wrapped itself around.
“You good there honey?” He looked over.
“Not really. Wet jeans are not easy to take off.” I had them unbuttoned, but they were stuck at my thighs.
“Here, let me help.” He reached over, grabbed the jeans and shimmied them down. I had my back to him and could feel his warm breath against my bum. Crazy, but it kind of turned me on.
We were now both standing in our underwear. Mine was virtually see through and his. . . well, it was growing.
“You first, sit down inside and I will wipe your feet with a towel.”
Once inside we dried off as best as we could, but it was still pretty cold and I was shivering. I wanted to jump into the sleeping bag so bad. But we only had one. Good thing it wasn’t one of those mummy style bags.
“Ok, well, looks like we share the sleeping bag. You good with that sweetie?”
“Sure, whatever. I’m just freezing here.”
My dad turned away, took off his underwear, patted himself dry with the towel. I guess that makes sense since wet underwear just plain sucks when you are cold. So I turned away and followed suit.
“You first sweetie, then I will slide in.”
“I think you should go first since you are bigger.”
“But . . . “
“Just go! I’m freezing!”
“Ok.” I heard the rustling of the sleeping bag. “All set. I will keep my eyes closed.”
“It’s alright, I will just stay facing this way. Just make sure I don’t trip or something.” I made my way backwards until I felt his hands on my legs, guiding me into the bag. They were already warm. I wiggled my way into the bag, his hands sliding up my thighs to my hips then my waist, helping me slide in.
“Oh wait sweetie.” I felt his hands tighten trying to keep me from going any further, but I was too cold to listen, let alone care. I snuggled against him and settled all the way into the bag. That is when I felt it between my legs.
“Dad?” I knew what it was, I wasn’t that naive.
“Sorry sweets. Tried to tell you to stop.” His hands were still at my waist, trembling. Wasn’t sure if that was the cold or him just being nervous.
“It’s okay dad. You’re just being a guy.” I lifted my leg and reached down to adjust him so that he was more comfortable.
“Oh god, what are you doing now?” His hands grabbed my arms.
“Gees dad, just fixing it like all you guys do when you get a stiffy at school.” I placed him right in my thigh gap before relaxing my leg. “There, better right?” Secretly, I wanted to feel it, kind of size it up as well. If I thought his hands were warm, this thing was hot. I could feel the heat between my legs as it throbbed. Unashamedly, I placed it right up against my pussy. It was the perfect heater for me.
“Um, okay. Thanks?” I felt it twitch.
I then grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my body, just under my boobs. He was now warm and it felt nice having his body against mine.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked and reached down to check. I slid my hand under it and pushed it against my pussy. I was wet and felt the slickness stick to his shaft. I moved my hips to stroke the length of him.
“Hey, all good baby. No need to check.” But he didn’t move his arms. I did feel his legs curl up against mine.
I kept my hand under him, pressing his length against me, moving my hips to the point to where I could faintly hear the sounds of my pussy lubricating him. But I had to stop. This wasn’t right. This was my dad, and poor guy, was just being that, a guy. Hard as well, but only because a naked girl was rubbing her pussy all over him. What guy wouldn’t be hard.
“Sorry dad.” I whispered.
I must have drifted off to sleep for a bit as I woke up with a slight jerk and listened. My dad was out, a soft snore against the back of my head confirmed it. The rain had stopped and the night was quiet. What I did notice was my hand was still tucked between my legs and pressing against him. He was still hard.
Tilting my hips and moving my body at a different angle I was able to get the tip to rub against my clit. It wasn’t a conscious effort, just something my body wanted. When his soft flesh touched me, a small moan escaped. Just a little rocking was enough to get me going. My pussy was probably drooling all over him as I used his tip to give me my first orgasm..
“Oh god.” I mumbled as my body started to shake. “Oh yes. Oh my god, yes!”
It lasted for a few minutes and took some time for me to come down from my high, but when I did I felt him move behind me. At first I thought I woke him, but it was only his hips. I felt him slide through my fingers, wet with my own cum. He was humping me. Was he awake?
“Dad?” Nothing. “Hey dad?” Still nothing. But he continued to grind against me.
It was at that moment, my desire kicked in. I shifted my body again, angled my hips and pressed the tip into my folds. He thrust forward and slid through. I wanted him inside me. I adjust again. He pulled back and thrust again. I felt him bump my opening but the angle wasn’t right. I was getting desperate. I adjusted again. This time, when he thrust forward, I felt him enter me, just a bit, but enough.
“Oh god yes.” My hand kept him in place as my body pressed back into his, sliding him further into me. A part of me knew this was wrong. I mean, yes, it was my dad, but he wasn’t even awake. I could still hear the faint snore behind me, or was it a moan? I was distracted and focused on my own feelings and sensations. Focused on getting all of him inside of me.
I spread my legs as much as I could, arched my back and . . . and then I felt the force of his hips push his cock deep inside. “Oh shit.” He filled me up, stretched me as he plunged into me. When I felt his body against mine, I knew I had all of him.
“Oh Kimi.” Did he just moan my mom’s name? Did he think I was her? His hands reached around me. One around my waist, the other took my breast and began to massage it. What a jolt that sent through me. I didn’t really have to move anymore. He was fucking me like no tomorrow. His thrusts pounded my backside, and each time, inching deeper into me.
“I’m going to cum.” I wanted to cum, I wanted a release from this feeling that was growing inside of me. I was so close when I heard him.
“I’m cumming.”
I froze as he shoved himself deep into me and began to cum. I felt him shooting his cum into me. Well, more to the point, I felt his cock spasm. With each hip thrust he came, filling me up. When I felt the hot trickle of cum leaking from me, that’s when it hit me, he was unloading his seed into my womb, and then my orgasm exploded.
“Fuck!” I yelled as my body convulsed, flexed, tightened around him, shook, you name it. From that one spot where he was inside of me came a rush of energy that swept through me. If I could open my eyes I would probably see tiny bolts coming from my fingertips and toes.
He thrust one more time before easing his grip around my waist. My head was spinning still. I was drifting into a deep sleep.
“It’s going to be an interesting morning when he wakes up.” My last thought as I smiled and let myself relax against my dad.
