CAMPING WITH MY FATHER - Sex Stories

CAMPING WITH MY FATHER

... and this one on the Cossatot River had become one of our favorites. One of the great things about this campsite was that it was deep in the woods and completely isolated.... it was raw nature, rather than a public campsite, and no one else ever came to this section of the river. Another great thing was that it widened at this section of the river.... almost into a lake.... with very little current, so that we could canoe or swim right by our campsite, and not get pushed downstream by the river’s running water.

So, we both walked... naked... down to the riverside, right next to where our canoe was sitting, and stepped into the cool, crisp water to wash up. I noticed that my father couldn’t take his eyes off my wobbling boobs, as they jiggled around on my chest while we walked to the river, cleaned up, and walked back to our tent. I loved seeing the look on his face as he watched my swaying tits and stiff nipples.... especially when I bent over, causing them to swing freely beneath me. And I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of his dangling cock.... sometimes flaccid; sometimes semi-hard.... bouncing up and down, and banging against his thighs as we moved around the campsite.

We threw on bathing suits.... me, in a two-piece bikini; him, in a pair of baggy trunks.... and ate a light breakfast while we discussed what we would do the rest of the day.

We decided to start the day by going canoeing, so we quickly cleaned up after breakfast, then walked down to the water’s ...

... edge and pushed our canoe out into the smooth, glassy water of the river. Without the rush of a current, we were able to paddle out into the middle of the still water, and sit almost motionless, as we enjoyed the morning heat and watched the sun slowly rise above the tree tops in the east.

My father was in the back of the canoe, paddling and steering.... and I was in the front seat, paddling when the mood struck me.... my father really didn’t need my help with the paddling. Once we were in the middle of the water basin, my father said, “Hey, Mel.... why don’t you take off your bikini top so I can watch your tits jiggle?”

I spun around in my seat to face him, laughed and said, “Sure.... if you take off your swim trunks.”

Without hesitating, he quickly pulled off his trunks and tossed them behind his seat. I looked at his flaccid cock, dangling between his spread legs and hanging down past the edge of his seat. I nodded my appreciation, then.... with a sly grin on my face.... removed my bikini top and dropped it behind my seat in the front of the canoe. My grin got wider as I placed my fingers inside my waistband and slipped off my bikini bottoms, as well.

My father’s eyes got big, and became totally focused on my nakedness.... darting between my wobbling boobs and naked pussy. I slid off my seat and sat on the bottom of the canoe, facing him, and spread my legs so that he could see my vagina.... totally exposed, and glistening in the morning sunlight.

I could tell ...