Camping - Sex Stories

Camping

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 ...