Hiking Trip with Dad by naughty_wench

Hiking Trip with Dad by naughty_wench

Join us for a thrilling adventure in 'Hiking Trip with Dad' - an alluring tale of unexpected twists and secret encounters. Explore passion and intimacy in this captivating adult story by naughty_wench that will leave you intrigued and wanting more.<br/>

This story is purely a work of fiction- everyone is over the age of 18. Please comment, i love feedback! I am always up for doing commissions for stories or audios.

His eyes were scanning over my body. I knew he was taking in every inch of me. And my eyes… well, they were closed, the soft sheets crumpled against my face. I could feel his breath on my thighs, and it drove me wild! A finger tracing up the sheer nylons, sending a chill down my spine.

His hands began freely roaming my body. The body he helped create. Finger running through the hair he once put up in pig tails.

When I graduated high school, I moved on campus for college, only ever coming back every few months. I would stay for the weekend before heading back to school.

It was a weekend in January when I surprised my parents with a visit. Had I called before showing up after 9 at night, they might have been able to hide the fact that they had been fighting.

But, walking into the quiet house, I made my way to the guest room, since my room had long since been used for storage. I opened the door to see my dad watching tv. He was surprised and we had a chat about how long he had been residing in that part of the house.

I felt bad and didn’t want to make him sleep on the couch since it was cold. The bed was big enough and I offered to share since we had several blankets anyway.

We stayed up and watched some late night talk show, eventually turning in for the night. I curled up to a warm blanket and was out like a light.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of labored breathing. I thought something was wrong, but as I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed. I could feel the mattress lightly moving to the jerking motions of his arm. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Well, really, I didn’t see anything. But I knew what was happening, even in my half awake state of mind.

I pretended to be asleep for the next several minutes, until he was done. I dozed off here and there and eventually woke up about 30 or so minutes after he was done. From then on, I always felt as though he looked at me differently. I could never tell if it was because he was thinking of me that night, or if it was because he knew I was awake.

Several years later, I got word that my parents favorite cabin finally has some openings for next summer. I decided to rent it out for a week to surprise them. It’s 10 months away, but will be a great gift for their anniversary at the time. And as surprises go, they never quite work as planned. My parents announced their divorce just a few weeks after I rented the cabin.

Time goes by and I forget all about the rental until I get the email reminder. I decided to invite my dad up there. He’s the one that taught me to love those hiking trails so much. It would be nice for us to catch up and be around nature. No distractions. Just the world.

He was so excited to go. We decided to meet up at my house and just drive up there together.

I made sure to pack all the perfect things. We were all set with groceries already at the cabin. It was going to be so much fun.

The 9 hour drive was long but we managed. The first couple hours, we talked about my work life. My non-existent social life. And then the divorce. After diving off that deep end, he told me how they had not had any type of intimacy for several years and there was no connection left with them. It was better this way.

In my effort to console him, I found myself resting my hand on his leg. It was comfortable being with someone I knew so well. Being with him always feels right. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze from the open window as he drove. It must have been several minutes before I opened my eyes, because the song on the radio had changed.

I opened my eyes as my hand moved away, and I heard him groan. I froze and looked up at him. His eyes never left the road ahead of us. He just said, “Dont stop.”

I rested my palm back down on his thigh. His hips shifted and I felt the tension in his muscles. I kept my eyes on his face, looking for a reaction. Some clue to tell me what he was thinking. I let my hand get more comfortable, resting on his lap, running my finger back and forth over the seam sewn into his pants. He didn’t stop me, so I kept going.

My hand rubbed back and forth. Gently caressing the bulge that pressed tighter and tighter against the fabric under my fingers.

We pulled up to an intersection, then slowed to a stop. My eyes are fixed on him and his are closed. I felt my hand begin to rise and fall as he lifted his hips. He brought his hand down to mine and held it there, gently squeezing it as his hips lifted over and over again.

A vehicle pulled up behind us and the moment was over. He put the car back in drive and I sat up straighter in my seat. My hands back to fiddling with my phone while I stared out the window.

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A few hours went by, listening to music until the static cut in. Then we managed to talk about animals and nature. Political views and who we voted for. It was all boring and I don’t remember any of it. My brain was clouded and focused on that moment at the stop sign.

We pulled onto a bumpy dirt road and drove for another twenty minutes or so before parking on a small hill next to a beautiful large cabin. The photos could not do this place justice! No wonder they loved it here.

We took our things inside and got settled. A few hours went by and I couldn’t even look at him without these new thoughts just taking over my mind! Each time I close my eyes, I can feel his body moving with pleasure. I hear his groans in the back of my head.

Everything changed on that drive.

I decided I needed to talk to him about it. This situation was not going to get any better by ignoring it and pretending it never happened.

I walked into the kitchen and had decided to get to work making dinner. My dad had walked in from the other room and brushed his hand on my lower back as he came up beside me. Chills ran through my whole body! I felt my thighs instinctively clench together as I felt a deep pulsing inside myself.

I began washing vegetables as he pulled out the dishes.

“Dad, can we talk about what happened in the car?”

His whole body had frozen as he stood there looking away from me.

I was worried he felt bad about the whole thing. I didn’t want that at all.

I moved over closer to him and lifted myself to sit on the empty counter space beside the sink. He had no choice but to look up at me.

“Dad…” I smiled as I looked down at his dark eyes. “I’m not upset about it. I just wanted to talk. I wanted to know…”

I took a deep breath.

“I wanted to know if you had been wanting that for a long time now. From me, that is..?”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Dad…” I threw my head back, looking at the slowly spinning ceiling fan as I found the courage to continue. “I liked it. I … you … I haven’t been able to take my mind off of it since it happened. I just wanted to know if…”

Just then, I was surprised to feel his hands on my thighs. His body now between my knees as I sat on the counter. I lost all my words and couldn’t even understand my thoughts. I felt him struggling not to grab my legs too tightly. He groaned in frustration.

I Don’t know what came over me at that moment. I whimpered like a needy kitten hungry for attention. I felt his warm breath on the bare skin below my shorts. I felt my legs part even further, almost begging him to be closer to me. His hands slowly slid up my thighs. His hard working, rough hands, exploring the smooth skin of my inner thighs, stopping when his finger tips had just begun to slide underneath the denim fabric. He licked his lips and looked up at me. Pleading with his eyes. I didnt know if I should apologize and get down, or beg him to fuck me.

Finally finding his words, he told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me. Looking at me made him hungry to feel my touch again. He was hungry for me.

“Then maybe you should eat, Daddy.”

My heart skipped as I heard myself give this offering to my dad. To know I just call his bluff. And mine too.

He leaned forward and I felt his hands move to my hips. Sliding up my sides and lifting my top as he did. His lips pressed against my stomach as he covered me in soft kisses. I smiled and moaned as he became more acquainted with my body, one kiss at a time.

He unbuttoned my shorts and his fingers hooked inside the fabric as I lifted myself off the counter top long enough for my shorts to be pulled down. I flushed with embarrassment as I was letting my Dad look at my pink hip hugger panties. The little pink bow was visible, right above the damp spot that was slowly getting darker.

He pulled my shorts off and tossed them to the floor. I rested my hands behind me on the marble and let him gaze down at his next meal.

He ran his long, fat tongue over the dark circle on the thin fabric. Pressing firmly against my needy slit. My stomach tightened and I whimpered as I felt my inhibitions slowly falling away. He hooked his fingers under the edge of my panties and slid them down my thighs and off my feet. His strong hands slid down and under my ass and I let out a lustful moan. I closed my eyes and waited for what felt like an eternity, feeling only his warm breath on my pussy.

He began kissing the skin on my bikini line. Soft slow kisses that gently grazed my lips.

I remember briefly thinking that there must have been some bigger reason mom and dad split up. If he was this good, I could never stop. That’s when guilt and shame hit me. My dad was holding my ass and about to smother himself with my pussy. Was this okay?

Just then, I lost all ability to think, to even move! His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked hard as I felt his tongue sliding out and lapping up my juices as it trickled down my slit. I could hardly breathe! I felt my hand move to his head. Fingers gripping his hair and my palm pressing him against me. I was so close!

My hips began writhing and grinding against his face as I moaned with a sense of need I have never felt before.