A Japan Holiday - Sex Stories

A Japan Holiday

... temptation to sneak another peek. A short time later though the noise stopped. I rolled over again and found that Dad had gone back to sleep. I realized I needed to do the same thing. It took some time, but I managed to sleep.

In the morning, I heard Mum and Dad exit our room for the showers. Dad's phone was on the ground beside the bed. Thinking about earlier this morning, I grabbed it and unlocked it. It still surprised me that he hadn't ever changed his code, but then I guess he felt he had nothing to hide or never suspected that anyone might snoop through his phone. I opened the internet browser wondering if he'd closed what he'd been looking at early in the morning. He hadn't. I turned out to be an erotic story. I started reading a bit. It was about a cougar having her way with a younger man. I didn't get to read very much before I heard Mum and Dad coming from the shower.

Dad told us he was feeling pretty sore and sorry for himself, so he didn't ski to the same level that he normally would. Mum and I took off across the mountain, leaving him on some of the nice easy slopes for a couple of hours so he didn't have to stress too much. We met up for lunch and skied with him for the afternoon so that he didn't feel too abandoned.

We had a delicious dinner at a ramen house and the had a few drinks over a game of cards back at the ryokan. With just tatami mats on the floor our room wasn't really all that conducive to playing cards but they had a common room that ...

... worked for us.

When we retired to bed, I lay there wondering if Dad would repeat the same performance from last night. I fell asleep, but for some reason, I woke again early in the morning.

And once again there was a glow coming from my father's phone. He was reading again. I glanced down to where his crotch would be but there didn't seem to be anything happening. I waited, awake enough to keep me watching out of curiosity. After perhaps two minutes I noticed movement beneath the bed cover. Another minute passed and Dad moved the covers aside, revealing his erection as he held it vertically toward the ceiling, stroking up and down. Occasionally he changed hands, swapping the phone that he held just above his chest and working his dick with the other. I was entranced.

I kind of forgot about the fact that it was my father after a while. It was just a hard cock being stroked. The curtains in our room didn't completely black out the lights from outside the hotel so I could see more than just the shadow of what was happening.

I started getting horny. I wondered how long he'd masturbate for before he came. After he'd been masturbating for a while I noticed that the head of is dick was glistening with precum. Dad's fist slipped over the top and started twisting around the head. Listening closely, I could hear the slick movement of his fist on his dick. I slipped a hand into my panties, my fingers finding my wet slit and slipping quickly between my lips and back up over my ...