A Japan Holiday - Sex Stories

A Japan Holiday

... whispered.. I went quickly back to my bed and within moments heard Dad sleeping soundly. It took me longer to go to sleep, but mostly because I was wondering whether Dad would ever slide his cock in my pussy. I wasn't thinking in terms of right or wrong, just desire. I wanted him.

The following day we travelled from the ski fields to Tokyo for the final leg of our family holiday.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was clear that Mum was happy that they had a hotel room to themselves even if it was tiny. I, of course, had a room to myself. Because of the size, Dad asked if I'd mind him putting his suitcase in my room. I had the space, given there were two single beds in the room, so I readily agreed, hoping there was a reason he, rather than mum, wanted to use my room.

We spent the day sightseeing, and it was really late when we finally returned to the hotel, feet sore and bodies weary. Dad was limping a fair bit after a full day of walking around. Mum was keen on hitting the sack and was encouraging Dad to join her. I was left to retire in my own room. I lay in bed remembering the last few nights, my hand drifting down between my legs, teasing and playing. I worked two fingers into my pussy, remembering Dad's probing the night before.

I was interrupted by a knock on my door. With a sigh I climbed off the bed and went to check the peep-hole. Dad stood there waiting for me to open it. I had stripped down to a t-shirt and panties in preparation to sleep but given the ...

... activities of the past couple of nights, I didn't bother putting on anything extra. Instead, I gave my nipples a tweak so they'd poke at my t-shirt.

I opened the door and grinned at Dad. His eyes slid down over my body. It was only a momentary thing, but I caught it. It sent a thrill through my body.

"Hey Dad," What's up?"

"Just need to get something from my bag Josie."

"You going to be able to sleep tonight?"

"I'll manage," he replied.

"You've struggled the last couple of nights. What if Mum is zonked when you get back in there. I know how quickly she goes to sleep when she's tired."

"There's a private bathroom in our room Josie, I don't have to worry about any mess or disturbing you," he replied.

"Maybe I want to be disturbed. Maybe I like being your helping hand Daddy."

"Josie, we both know what happened was wrong. I was exhausted, not in my right mind, I .... I ... well it should be left in the past."

Dad moved past me in the small room and opened his luggage. He rummaged around until he found the medicine that he'd been searching for.

While he was distracted, I decided to take a more direct approach. I pulled my t-shirt off while his back was turned. I've always liked my tits and I've certainly never had any complaints about them from anyone I've slept with. They're bigger than a handful and I wear a size 32C Bra. When Dad turned back toward me, they drew his eyes like a magnet draws iron. My eraser like nipples were hard and ached with a ...