Hiking Trip with Dad - Sex Stories

Hiking Trip with Dad

... began washing vegetables as he pulled out the dishes.

“Dad, can we talk about what happened in the car?”

His whole body had frozen as he stood there looking away from me.

I was worried he felt bad about the whole thing. I didn't want that at all.

I moved over closer to him and lifted myself to sit on the empty counter space beside the sink. He had no choice but to look up at me.

“Dad…” I smiled as I looked down at his dark eyes. “I’m not upset about it. I just wanted to talk. I wanted to know…”

I took a deep breath.

“I wanted to know if you had been wanting that for a long time now. From me, that is..?”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Dad…” I threw my head back, looking at the slowly spinning ceiling fan as I found the courage to continue. “I liked it. I … you … I haven’t been able to take my mind off of it since it happened. I just wanted to know if…”

Just then, I was surprised to feel his hands on my thighs. His body now between my knees as I sat on the counter. I lost all my words and couldn’t even understand my thoughts. I felt him struggling not to grab my legs too tightly. He groaned in frustration.

I Don’t know what came over me at that moment. I whimpered like a needy kitten hungry for attention. I felt his warm breath on the bare skin below my shorts. I felt my legs part even further, almost begging him to be closer to me. His hands slowly slid up my thighs. His hard working, rough hands, exploring the smooth skin of my ...

... inner thighs, stopping when his finger tips had just begun to slide underneath the denim fabric. He licked his lips and looked up at me. Pleading with his eyes. I didnt know if I should apologize and get down, or beg him to fuck me.

Finally finding his words, he told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me. Looking at me made him hungry to feel my touch again. He was hungry for me.

“Then maybe you should eat, Daddy.”

My heart skipped as I heard myself give this offering to my dad. To know I just call his bluff. And mine too.

He leaned forward and I felt his hands move to my hips. Sliding up my sides and lifting my top as he did. His lips pressed against my stomach as he covered me in soft kisses. I smiled and moaned as he became more acquainted with my body, one kiss at a time.

He unbuttoned my shorts and his fingers hooked inside the fabric as I lifted myself off the counter top long enough for my shorts to be pulled down. I flushed with embarrassment as I was letting my Dad look at my pink hip hugger panties. The little pink bow was visible, right above the damp spot that was slowly getting darker.

He pulled my shorts off and tossed them to the floor. I rested my hands behind me on the marble and let him gaze down at his next meal.

He ran his long, fat tongue over the dark circle on the thin fabric. Pressing firmly against my needy slit. My stomach tightened and I whimpered as I felt my inhibitions slowly falling away. He hooked his fingers under the ...