Camping - Sex Stories

Camping

... 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 ...