Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... the leg openings. I squat in front of him, holding the panties open for him to step in, then pull them up his legs and over his butt -- but not before I give his bits a good, manly, if somewhat rough fondling. I let his genitals stick out in a bulge. He looks more boyish like this than with the stuff tucked in between his legs.

He finds a pair of trousers and a long sleeved shirt for himself and completes his trekking attire without further assistance or hindrance from me. His face is bright and clean, spoiled only by a lip ring and the tongue bar that's visible when he speaks.

The day is nice and sunny. The path we walk follows a stream for a good part. The narrow valley opens the sky above us, letting the light and warmth of the sun balance the coolness of the forest and river. People dressed in colorful clothes crowd the trail. Laughter, shouting and bird calls fill the air.

We don't dawdle and before long, we've reached the first waterfall. It's tall and loud, and it's interesting for about two minutes. There's a wide clearing around it. People wander aimlessly, taking pictures, eating the food sold at various stalls and enjoying themselves.

We also linger for a while, before continuing to the second waterfall. The path gets narrower and steeper. We're leaving the river behind and the forest closes above us. Still there's plenty of daylight reaching us through the canopy. The increased difficulty of the trail and the humid air takes a toll and soon the path ...

... becomes nearly deserted. We only pass other hikers every couple of minutes or so.

The sun is at its highest and the nearly continuous climb gets me uncomfortably hot. Stella stops at a rain shelter. She takes her boots and trousers off, then she puts her boots back on. She strips off her shirt and, along with the pants, tosses it in the nearby trash bin. With the sweat coming down my legs, I wish I could do the same. Instead I just look at how her parts are coming out through the soft fabric of her panties and get aroused.

Some plenty of forest green further and a lot of panties pink and legs white, we make it to our final stop. This waterfall is smaller than the first, and just about as interesting. The pool at its base is clear and green and just large enough to swim in.

Stella takes off her boots, sheds her panties and jumps right in. I give the `NO SWIMMING' sign a second reading, then follow her lead, stripping off my clothes and slipping into the pool. We cool off in the water and make out, but don't get further. Maybe that's because the water is too cold, or that we see -- and greet -- another small group arriving at the waterfall.

We don't stay too long. Stella seems determined to head back only in her boots. I struggle a bit over it before finally deciding against putting my sweaty clothes back on, especially since I'm still wet from the swim. Unlike her, I take mine with me.

We pass a few more parties on our way back. They all greet us cheerfully. Back ...