I Skim Stones with Dad

Literotic asexstories – I Skim Stones with Dad by Atomica24,Atomica24 Thank you for reading my story, I would love to know what you think. Love Mica xx West Yorkshire, England.

It had been a few years since I had seen dad. He worked abroad a lot and we just never managed to coincide when he came back. Today, however, he was coming in on a flight from Dubai, and I was picking him up and he was staying at mine. Him and mum divorced a while ago, and that is why he went abroad, bad memories and sad memories.

He had messaged me to say he was coming back to the UK, for good, and he needed to find somewhere to stay. Could I help him? I rang him.

“No you don’t dad, you can stay at mine whilst you decide where you want to live.”

“Oh, you have a spare bedroom?”

“No dad, but you can sleep on the sofa, or I can, and we will get one of those blow up beds to put in the lounge. That is a cheap solution and then you can look at the areas, where you want to live, what jobs you want to go after.”

So here I was at Liverpool airport at the collect and drop point. Five pounds for a maximum of ten minutes, such a rip off, I didn’t dare go in until he texted me to say he had his luggage and was heading out of the main concourse, as it was a hundred pound fine if I went over ten minutes.

I saw him and blew my horn and managed to stop right next to him. No time for hugs, not at these rates, I dived out of the car, gave him a quick kiss and shoved his bags on the back seat. Two minutes trying to get the card machine at the exit to accept payment, the machine was so old you couldn’t read the screen. Eventually, got it. One minute to spare.

“Hello Mica baby.”

“Hello daddy, I missed you, really, I did.”

“Thank you, baby, when we get near to yours, can we stop for fish and chips? I have so missed them, and I am starving.”

“Hank Marvin”

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Hank… Oh yes, I get it, sorry, dumb mode, forgot to disengage it.”

“Any way daddy, yes we can. And I guess you want to know, mum is fine, not got a permanent new man, but has been dating. Leo is still living with mum, I guess he likes her laundry service.”

“Good, I am glad she is okay. I never knew why we divorced. Irreconcilable differences the papers said.”

“I never understood why you didn’t contest it, or even fight for your marriage daddy.”

“I love your mum, but she fell out of love with me, so, rather than cause her hurt, I signed the papers and left.”

“But you left me and Leo too.”

“I know baby, but I knew that you were in good hands, your mum was good to you?”

“Oh yes daddy, but I missed you, so much.”

“Well I am here now Mica, and I don’t plan on going abroad again. I have some money saved from working abroad, so I can buy a small place and a car, I just need to find the right place, somewhere near you, I hope. I would like to see Leo again too.”

“I have no doubt you will, when he is not too busy sowing his oats.”

Dad laughed, “oh spreading it about a bit is he?”

“Well, you know, I doubt there is a woman within a mile radius that he hasn’t pleasured.”

“And what about you Mica? Boyfriend? Am I going to get in the way of you courting?”

“I am between dicks at the moment, so no.”

Dad roared with laughter and squeezed my knee. The rest of the journey was quite quiet, I think dad was a bit jet lagged, he was about five hours ahead, so it was after midnight in his body.

Near to home and I pulled up outside my local chippy. “Anything in particular?” I asked.

“Nope baby, just get me a fish supper.”

I went in and ordered two fish and chips, a curry sauce, some scraps and a bread cake. Pretty much my favourite. Sometimes I would add scallops, but, they were rather large, so I thought I would leave them for another time.

I added salt and vinegar and then more salt, the lady behind the fryer, who I think was called Bertha, wrapped everything up and popped it all into the usual exceedingly flimsy plastic bag, and I was back in the car, dad was dozing.

“Nearly home dad, that’s my nearest chippy. They don’t do any of the Chinese nonsense, or burgers, just fish and chips, scallops, and sausages. They don’t even do pies. Cooked in dripping dad, and skin off the fish. Proper old fashioned chippy.”

“Oh Mica, it sounds bloody fab.”

We got home, and I unlocked and went to sort out the fish and chips whilst dad bought his luggage in.

“Loo is there daddy,” I pointed, and there is another one upstairs.”

“So, your place, this is what a one bed?”

“Well sort of. They call it a podium because upstairs is kind of like a balcony. One bedroom, bathroom and loo up there, and down here is a big room with a kitchenette in the corner with a loo next to it. It is all I need. I have my own private little garden, and, as you’ve seen, off road parking at the front. It is cheap, the council tax is band B, just about as cheap as you can get, and I can easily afford the mortgage, you will probably buy a car for more than I paid for this.”

“Well, you can give me the full tour tomorrow when I am more awake, can we eat now?”

I grabbed our plates of fish and chips and scraps, handed one to dad, and rested mine on my sofa seat whilst I grabbed the bread cake and the curry sauce to pass to him.

“Here, the breadcake, and have as much curry sauce as you like. I love it, but have it all the time, so I don’t mind if you have it this time.”

Crumbs dad really was hungry, his fish, a good dollop of curry sauce, and some chips went into his bread cake and a large bite later, he was making appreciative noises and nodding his head.

“Oh, so good, I have so missed this, proper Yorkshire fish supper. Thank you, this is the best meal I could come home to.”

“You are welcome daddy, just enjoy. We also have an excellent Chinese round the corner, their House Special Chow Mein is fabulous, and the other way is an Indian who do a brilliant lamb Rogan Josh. Then there are innumerable pizza and burger places, but I never use them, they don’t do a lot for me. I either cook my own food, or get a takeaway from one of the three locals.”

After we had eaten I told dad to go and crash on my bed, I would take the sofa.

“You need at least one nights decent sleep dad” I said, “I’ll crash on the sofa, it’s not cold, so the spare lightweight quilt will do me. I’ll just grab a pillow and upstairs is all yours.”

I went up, grabbed one of my pillows and the spare quilt from under the bed and left him to it. Downstairs I extended the sofa, it wasn’t quite flat, but then neither am I. I heard dad in the loo and then the creak as he got on the bed. I smiled, went to the loo myself and then stripped to my knickers and lay on the sofa, pulled the quilt over and suddenly it was morning.

When I awoke I was a little disoriented, and then I remembered dad was here as I sat up and stretched.

“Morning sweetheart, kettles on,” dad said from my kitchenette.

“Morning daddy,” I answered as I looked for my top to put on, found it, no doubt giving dad a good eyeful in the process, “let me nip up and wash and get dressed, I’ll be five minutes.”

I scooted upstairs and stripped and gave myself a good wash, I could shower later. Clean knickers, skirt, bra a polo top and I was almost presentable. Brush through my hair, hair band, and I was ready to face the world, and my dad.

We had toast and coffee, and then as I was tidying the living room, folding back the sofa, putting the quilt in a reasonably tidy pile in the corner with the pillow, dad went up and showered. Back down wearing chinos and a checked shirt as I sat with my legs curled up drinking another coffee.

“Right then,” dad said, “where’s best to get a blow up or put me up bed?”

“Probably Argos. There is one in Sainsbury’s round the corner.”

“Okay, Argos it is, and then we can top up your food in Sainsbury’s”

“Okay dad.” It wasn’t worth telling him I never shopped in Tesco, I was mostly an Aldi or Lidl girl, so I wouldn’t have a clue what was where in Sainsbury’s.

Argos had what we wanted, but not in stock. A blow up single bed with complimentary sleeping bag. It would be perfect. To be honest the sofa hadn’t been too bad, but I guessed dad would struggle a bit on it. It would be delivered to store in two days time for us to collect.

It was still early in the day when we got home and put away the bits and pieces of food we had got, eggs, bacon, cornflakes, milk, coffee, ham and some bread. At least we could scrabble together a meal at short notice, dad had said he fancied trying the two takeaways.

“We have the rest of the day. It is dry, warm and not to blowy. How about we take a walk to devils hole? Blow away the cobwebs.” Dad said.

“Oh, okay, I thought you wanted to find somewhere to live?”

“I do, but I want to drive around the areas a bit first, see what has gone downhill, and a bit of Yorkshire fresh air will help me clear my mind. And it will be good to spend some time with you, catching up.”

Devils hole is about a thirty minute walk from the road. It is a sort of sink hole. It has a beck falling into it, with a pretty waterfall, and a pool at the bottom. There must be cracks or something in the ground because it doesn’t fill up, and we used to swim in the pool, after a crazy scramble down from the top, and there were no dangerous currents trying to pull you down.

Leo and I used to joke about how it actually looked like a giant fanny in the ground, and mum used to tell us not to be so rude. I smiled at the memory.

“Okay dad, I’ll put some trainers on, and we can go. It is about half an hour’s drive from here.”

“Right then sweetheart.”

It ended up taking about forty minutes to get to the parking area, mostly because of the never-ending roadworks. I parked just off the road, locked the car and we set off. It was a reasonably trodden path, so not too bad a walk. When we got there, it was quite a sight, it had been quite a few years since I had been here last, the hole was indeed similar in shape to a fanny with a waterfall at the top end going down to a pool at the bottom. There were sort of half cliffs on each side, for all they are worth looking like the inner lips of a fanny. There was a rough path down from our side.

“Shall we?” dad asked.

“Why not dad, why not.”

I went first, trying to make out the most solid route, last thing I wanted was to tread on a loose stone and take a tumble. It took a few minutes but we made it to the bottom and walked to the pool, the water was crystal clear, I put my hand in, but it was really cool.

“Too cold to swim in dad,” I said, “so good job we didn’t lug our costumes.”

Dad laughed, “we used to skinny dip when I was a lad. In fact, your mum and I did too when we were in our teens.”

It seems he was heading off down memory lane, I needed to change the subject.

“Come on dad, let’s go and look at the waterfall,” I said.

We skirted the lake on its left side as we looked at it and came to the base of the waterfall. The recent rains meant it was flowing fully.

“Oh look,” dad pointed, “there is still the path behind the fall.”

Yes, there was a small bath that went behind the water, and what looked like a small cave.

“Come on dad, let’s try it. I’ll go first.”

I flattened myself against the rock and inched past the falling water, I got a few splashes, but mostly stayed dry, and then I was in a small hollow behind the water, dry on the ground and only slightly damp on the walls, looking forwards you could see the pool through the falling water, it looked just like a digital effect, it was rather cool.

I sat down and waited for dad. He wasn’t long, and had got a bit wetter than me, but then he is a bit bigger than me.

“Christ this takes me back.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we used to come her, and you, well, you know, me and your mum.”

“Crazy, this was your lovers spot, wow.”

“Yes we could see anybody approaching before they would know we were here, Such a fantastic place for love.”

So my intention of changing the subject hadn’t really worked.

“Sorry dad, I didn’t mean to make you take a trip down memory lane.”

“Oh don’t be silly, it’s not a problem for me, they are all happy memories, and, actually, it helps that you look so much like her, in half-light I could imagine you were her all those years ago, that is nice.”

Oh. Crumbs. I hoped he wasn’t juxtaposing me onto the memories of naked mum, that would be awkward. I had seen dad naked, when we all still lived together, and I could remember exactly what he looked like. Did I really want to be remembering things like that?

There was enough room to lay back and so I did. Now I looked around the cave, I realised that it was quite a bit dimmer in here than outside. I raised one knee and my foot was flat on the floor, my skirt fell into a puddle around my crotch.

“Oh jeeze Mica,” dad said, “you could be your mum, it is uncanny.” He was looking straight up my skirt at my knickers.

My mind was a flutter, I wasn’t sure what I was thinking.

“Oh dad, and if I were her, what would you be doing?”

“I would be kissing you baby, and my hands would be roaming around the stretch of your knickers.”

“Why don’t you close your eyes daddy and imagine I am her.”

I closed my eyes and waited. There was a gentle touch at my lips and I felt a kiss, a tongue lightly pressing. I opened my mouth and welcomed the touch, my tongue kissing back, waltzing with his tongue. I jumped, a finger at my crotch, lightly tracing the crease of my sex downward, and underneath startling me.

The finger moved to the hem of my knickers to my bare upper thigh and eased its way inside. My knickers offered no resistance and a finger found its way inside my valley, my wetness helping it move up, slowly, but unceasingly to my clit.

Oh such electrics and pressures as my clit was gently probed, eased away from its hood. Another hand stole down and found my waist band and eased my knickers down and away. That hand then went up my top and eased my bra up and off my boobs, fingers holding my left nipple and lightly squeezing.

I was lost in the moment, a tongue flicked my nipple, a finger circled my entrance, stones from the cave floor dug in to my back, and then teeth nipped my nipple, pulling it and my boob away from my body, and as I gasped at the slight pain, I was penetrated, two fingers making their way inside, my slippery fanny offering no resistance. I was wet, oh my, my dad was fingering me and my body was embracing it.

I heard rustling and the sound of a zip opening, was he? Would he? I didn’t open my eyes to see. I sensed dad crouching over me and I felt something nudging my valley, sliding along. My fanny suddenly felt empty, the fingers had gone, something else now pressed at my entrance. It pressed harder and was at my opening, and then it was in me, all inside me, balls resting on my thighs.

I kicked my leg out of my knickers and wrapped my legs around dad’s back, holding him inside me, my knickers hanging off my ankle.

“Oh baby,” he said, I wondered if I was mum in his minds eye. “Oh Mica, you feel wonderful, I love wearing you.” It seemed not, that made me happy.

“Oh daddy, I love you inside me, fill me, flood me.”

Dad started to shag, gently at first, his foreskin rolling back along his shaft, the rim of his dick scraping my insides, lubricated by his daughters juices, a squeegee sound as he moved, and then he started going faster, and harder, pushing in as deep as he could, not quite to my depth, but I didn’t care, his girth more than making up for that. Stretching me, my fanny pulsing as he filled then almost vacated, a void within me, filled, a gasp in my breath, a slap on my mons as dad struck deep.

I was close, so close, my pressures had built, my crotch a mass of seething tendrils of electricity waiting to shoot out. I felt my buttocks clench and my breath held.

“Oh daddy,” I gasped with what little breath I had, “oh daddy I ‘m going to.”

I never finished it, my orgasm erupted, the electricity exploding with in me, shooting stars of pain and pleasure throughout my body and as my back arched away from the painful stones, I felt him, his spurts, deep within me, filling me, flooding the end of my chamber with his seeds. My tensions went and I relaxed, falling back, my fanny squeezing tight, forcing his dick to leave with a plopping sound.

I heard voices and tapped dad, “Listen, do you hear that?”

Dad looked out through the water fall.

“We better get dressed baby, people are coming down the path.”

We both quickly got dressed, me with a pair of knickers filling with goo, and eased our way from behind the water fall and stood on the right side of the pond. I looked down and could see skimming stones, I picked one up and skimmed. A four. Dad smiled, did the same, but only managed a three.

“You win baby,” Dad said.

“I always will dad.”