A Japan Holiday - Sex Stories

A Japan Holiday

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I lay in bed watching my father masturbating while fingering myself. I felt so dirty, and it wasn't too long until I was nearing orgasm. I was surprised that Dad hadn't cum. I sure wanted to. I watched him until he stopped and at no point did he orgasm. I couldn't understand how he could get himself so clearly aroused and then just stop. I mean, I made sure I came. I had to bite hard into my pillow to keep from letting on that I was awake, but I still managed to cum. Dad didn't as far as I could tell.

The following night I really wanted to see if Dad stuck to his nocturnal activity. As we prepared for bed, I heard Mum grumble about the fact that the three of us were sharing a room and that they didn't have any privacy. Dad calmly told her that she was the one that had wanted to save money and not spring for another hotel room. He assured her that when we hit Tokyo, he'd make it up to her. Until then though, unless I happened to head out on my own at night, they were stuck unable to do anything.

Again, I woke up for no reason. Maybe I woke hoping to see my dad’s hard cock again. I checked my watch as quietly as I could and found out that it was 12:45. Cautiously I rolled over as if still sleeping so that I could see if Dad was awake or not. I sensed him still as I rolled toward him. I made sure I didn't open my eyes and steadied my breathing hoping Dad would think I was still asleep. I waited patiently and after awhile heard Dad's breathing. It wasn't the ...

... steady peaceful breathing of sleep, it was more of a suppressed panting. I cracked an eye open and sure enough his fist was once again stroking his cock. I slipped a hand into my panties and started gently stroking my pussy lips. My neatly trimmed bush was wet.

I saw Dad reach for something that I couldn't quite make out in the semi-dark room. He held it over his cock and then picked up his phone again. Sound was my next clue as to what he'd done. There was a wet squelching kind of sound and I guessed that he'd used something to lubricate his fist over his cock. It slid so smoothly up and down I couldn't help but think about having a cock sliding in and out of my pussy or even how it would feel to have my hand slide over the swollen head and firm shaft.

I was convinced that having gone as far as lubricating his cock that Dad would have decided to cum. I watched and waited, but in the end he just stopped. I was horny as fuck. I hadn't quite cum, but I'd managed to get close. My mind was all over the place and many of those places weren't socially acceptable. I found myself inching across the ground between the two futon mattresses. I was within arm's reach of him. It would take very little to reach in under the cover and take hold of his likely still-hard cock.

That's what I did. I simply slipped my hand in and took hold of his slippery cock. Dad's entire body froze in shock. I slid my hand down over him, squeezing firmly, entranced by the feel of his erection within my ...