Sweaty, Sticky Night Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Sweaty, Sticky Night Ch. 03 by bridgetrose,bridgetrose SUMMARY: This is the continuation of the short story about Ellie and her father who are staying overnight in a very hot motel room near New Orleans. Find out what happens the next day.

All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

STORY:

[Ch. 3 — Ellie]

When I woke the next morning, I could still taste my daddy’s cum in my mouth. And it was… delicious. Remembering the night before made me instantly aroused. Looking over at my dad, he was still asleep. And naked. For a few minutes, I let my eyes wander his body, admiring him. He was covered in sweat, which wasn’t at all surprising. The morning air felt even more humid than the night before, and with the hot sun streaming in through the windows, it felt hotter, too. It was going to be another sweaty, sticky day for sure.

My dad woke up a few minutes later and we took turns using the bathroom and getting ready for the day. I took a cold shower, which felt amazing. I washed the sex off my body and felt refreshed when I stepped back into the motel room twenty minutes later. We weren’t travelling today. Instead, my dad had arranged a little adventure for us. We were going to get on an airboat for a tour through some nearby swamplands. It was about an hour away from the motel. Our appointment was set for noon.

We stopped at a fast food place to get some breakfast and then were on the road by eleven. Neither of us said a single word about what had transpired the night before. We were both clearly uncomfortable about bringing it up. Or maybe just embarrassed. But as we drew closer to our destination, I started to get excited for what we were doing that afternoon. Admittedly, I was a little worried about the weather, though. If it got any hotter than it was, I thought I’d die. As it was, I was wearing a white two-piece bikini with a sheer, mesh short-sleeve shirt hanging completely unbuttoned and open in the front. I also slipped on a pair of furrowed purple jean shorts. They were unbuttoned to let my crotch breathe.

Despite the heat, the airboat adventure turned out to be way more fun than I expected. The swamplands were heavily forested, so we at least had a decent amount of shade from the incessant sun. Of course, that did nothing about the humidity. If anything, I thought it made it worse. I was drenched with sweat the entire day. I had taken off the sheer shirt early on and just spent the day in my bikini alone. Several times, I caught my dad eyeing me from across the boat, which made me squirm in my seat, remembering the night before.

Our tour guides were well prepared, though. They made us drink water constantly. I must have gone through at least three gallons, and never once had to pee until we finally got back to where we started and headed to the car. I used the bathroom quickly and then we were on our way back to the motel. Dad picked up a pizza in town and we devoured it while we watched some lame local station on tv. I was still wearing my bikini while we ate.

As the sun sank on the horizon, the heat cooled slightly. Unfortunately, the mugginess did not. It had been extremely muggy all day, but as night showed up, it seemed to get even worse. It felt like it should be thunder storming, but the sky was completely clear, if a little hazy. Sweat trickled down my body. My forehead was drenched and even my hair was wet just from sitting there in the room. I had tied it up in a tight little ball again, to keep it off my back. I felt like I could wring the ball of hair and fill a cup with it.

My father sat shirtless beside me, wearing only his sleeping shorts. He had showered when we first got back. When I glanced over, I once again saw how sweaty his chest was. A memory of playing with his nipple while he slept the night before made my pussy start to smolder. Finally, I asked if I could turn the light off and he agreed. As soon as it was dark in the room (aside from the tv screen), I took my top off. My dad cleared his throat but didn’t say anything as I sat beside him, bare chested. I did catch him surreptitiously glancing at my tits, though. That made me squirm. He didn’t have a shirt on either, though. So there. We were even.

Glancing down my own body, my chest was visible in the soft light from the tv. As I stared, the images on the screen changed and my tits were highlighted with a subtle cyan light. Despite their small size, the dark room added extra contrast and made them appear slightly larger than I knew they really were. A single bead of sweat formed at the top of my chest and I watched as it rolled lazily down my skin, between my breasts. When I lifted my head once more, I caught movement and saw my dad turn his head back to the tv. He had been staring.

As I sat on the bed with my back propped up a little on my pillow, I felt another trickle of sweat between my thighs, dripping onto the bed. It was going to be fun trying to sleep tonight. After a while, the humidity seemed to be getting so strong, I felt like I was breathing water. My face was drenched. No, my entire body was drenched, and sweat was running everywhere. I shifted constantly, trying to get comfortable.

Finally, I turned toward my dad and called out quietly, “Daddy?” He turned toward me with a look of caution on his face. His eyes dropped down to my chest again but quickly snapped back up to my face. It made my blood simmer. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. Then I gave my head a shake and whispered, “It’s way too fucking hot.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. His eyes flipped down to my breasts again briefly before he turned back to the tv.

Biting my lip, I felt my heart race at what I was about to ask him. The memories from last night were still very fresh in my mind, and sitting in bed together was only making them stronger. Softly, I asked, “Can you get some ice again?”

My dad’s head whipped toward me, and his eyes opened slightly wider. Once more they slid across my chest and then he looked away. After a noticeable hesitation, he asked, “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

Shrugging, I looked down at myself. As if on cue, a second, larger bead of sweat ran slowly down my body, along my nonexistent cleavage. When I lifted my head up, my dad was staring at my breasts, too. He didn’t notice that I saw him at first but when he did, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“But it’s so fucking hot. You said so yourself. And I think it will help. Like…,” I let the words trail off.

“Like what?” he asked.

I looked at him and gave him a casual frown as I said, “Like it helped last night?”

He stared at me for a long time. I could feel his urge to stare at my tits and it made my pussy throb and my heart race. Then he said, “I don’t think last night is a very good, uh… example of how we should behave.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I said, “Whatever. It’s just ice, daddy. It’s not like I asked if we could have sex.”

“Ellie!” my dad exclaimed my name, but gently. When I looked at him, I pouted. That made him roll his eyes right back at me, but then he was moving, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. “Fine,” he said as he walked to the door and disappeared outside.

He came back five minutes later with the little bucket from our room filled to the brim with ice. Handing it to me, I set it on the nightstand on my side of the bed and then grabbed a piece. Lying back on my pillow, I ran it back and forth across my forehead. It felt so good, it was actually arousing. Of course, being half-naked and lying in bed next to my father may have had something to do with that.

The cube melted in about a minute, so I grabbed another and placed it right in the middle of my breasts. Slowly dragging it around my skin, I traced circles around the little speedbumps on my chest. It was mostly melted, but I decided to drag it up over the swells and across each nipple. My dad sucked in a sharp breath of air, and I lifted my head to look at him just as he turned his head toward the tv. He had been watching me. Knowing that made my body give a little involuntary shiver of arousal. Something dripped between my thighs, but I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or juice.

Making a snap decision, I sat up a little and grabbed another ice cube. “Lie on your back,” I instructed him. He stared at me for a few seconds then then slowly scooted forward, leaning back until he was horizontal beside me. Smiling, I leaned forward and reached toward his head with the cube. Watching his eyes, I saw them drift down, gazing at my chest once more. I almost dropped the cube when I noticed but managed to get it onto his forehead. Running it across his hot skin, he closed his eyes.

“That feels wonderful,” he cooed.

Smiling, I traced the contours of his face. I took the advantage of his eyes being closed and perused his nearly naked body. My father was quite sexy, I decided. And his sexiness was most definitely enhanced by our experience from the night before. Grabbing another ice cube, I placed it against the side of his neck and then slowly ran it over his shoulder and down his arm. I spent a little time on his left bicep, admiring it. His arms were covered in sweat and, as I slid the ice along his skin, it melted and the two liquids mixed, dripping onto the bed. By the time I reached my father’s hand, the ice had melted, so I grabbed another.

For ten minutes, I worked my way around my dad’s body, working up and down his arms and legs and then onto his stomach. He flinched when I ran an ice cube over his belly button, and I stared at the tiny pool of liquid that filled it as the ice rapidly melted. Next, I worked my way up his chest, circling his pectorals. Glancing at his face to make sure he still had his eyes closed, I slowly dragged the cube across one of his nipples and he gasped. Quickly reversing direction and going over it again, I elicited another sharp inhale from him. As I stared at the nipple I was toying with, I watched as the very center of it started poking up into a little pinpoint. The surrounding areola puckered with tiny hills and his little hairs stuck to his skin, reminding me of the night before. It was fascinating to watch.

Grabbing a fresh piece of ice, I set it in the middle of his stomach. He flinched again but I started moving it immediately, circling his belly button. Water from the melting cube trickled into his little button again. Looking up at his face, I saw his nostrils flaring quickly as he breathed. Smiling to myself, I leaned close to his face and then whispered, “Want me to cool off your penis, daddy?”

My father’s eyes snapped open and he whispered sharply, “Ellie!” Shock was written all over his face. Grinning, I pulled away from him but glanced down toward his crotch while I did. My smile grew wider when I saw a very distinct bulge pressing against his shorts. Before he had a chance to say anything else, I grabbed another ice cube and promptly plopped down on my pillow beside him, holding my hand out toward him.

“My turn,” I said as he took the cube from me.

He seemed somewhat reluctant at first, but with a slight shake of his head, he muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t quite hear and then leaned forward, pressing the ice against my forehead just like I had done to him. It immediately felt soothing but then, ten seconds later, it started to feel erotic. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his touch as he slid the melting cube all over my face. Cold trickles of water dribbled down my cheeks, into my ears, onto my neck. I shivered, but not from the chill.

I felt my dad’s chest press against my arm and I opened my eyes, staring up at him as he leaned over me to get more ice. When he settled back down, he worked his way around the rest of my body. Except the places I really wanted him to go. But I didn’t say anything. Down my shoulders and arms, down my sides, down my legs and even onto the bottoms of my feet. I giggled when he pressed the ice cube there, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. Every few minutes, he would lean his weight against my arm to reach for another cube.

After twenty minutes of that, my body was very thoroughly aroused. The parts of my skin that hadn’t seen an ice cube for more than five minutes were already heating up again. Squirming a little, I squeezed my legs together just as I felt a trickle of liquid dribble directly down the front of my crotch. I’m pretty sure it was sweat, but as soon as I pressed my thighs together, another trickle of juice oozed out of my pussy. I knew that one wasn’t sweat.

Just then, my dad pressed an ice cube against my belly. I opened my mouth but stopped myself before I gasped. Turning to look at my father’s face, I froze. His hand was on my stomach, but eyes were clearly staring at my chest. At my very naked, very aroused breasts. I was certain that both nipples were puckered and sticking up in the air. I watched him for a few seconds and, when he didn’t look away, I reached toward my belly and took hold of his hand. He blinked and then shifted his gaze down as I slowly moved him up my body until we reached my chest. Letting go, I felt the palm of his hand drop down, grazing the inner swell of my right breast.

He didn’t seem to realize I was watching him as he stared at my chest. Licking his lips absently, I held my breath and waited. After what felt like an eternity, my dad started moving his hand. Thankfully, he didn’t slide it away. Instead, he slowly pushed the cube up onto the top of my left breast until it was resting on my nipple. I squirmed softly in bed, reveling in the arousing sensation the cold was causing inside me. Water trickled down the gentle slopes of my breast as the ice cube melted. It almost seemed to be melting quicker while it was perched atop my nipple.

I gasped softly when my dad leaned against my arm once more. He leaned over me and reached into the bucket to get another piece. It sounded slushy, indicating that there was a significant amount of water in there as the ice was melting. When he pulled his hand over me, cold droplets of water splashed across my chest and belly, making me gasp again. When my dad placed his hand at the base of my right breast once more, I almost moaned. He had gone there on his own that time. My body was trying to shake, but I tensed my muscles to try to control it.

When my father dragged the fresh piece of ice up onto my other nipple, I couldn’t contain the shaking. A ripple rolled through me, bringing with it a wave of arousal that was intoxicating. My pussy started pulsing between my legs. Unable to hold myself still after that, I began to slowly writhe in bed next to him. He rolled the cube round my nipple in circles, sliding across it every few rotations. My mouth was open, a silent gasp stuck in the back of my throat.

The ice cube was almost gone but my dad was still tickling his fingers over my nipple. “That feels so nice, daddy,” I whispered as another shudder rolled through my body.

As soon as my whisper reached his ear, I felt his hand slide down off my breast and onto my stomach. I pouted. Then, reaching my hand out, I scooped two ice cubes from the little bucket and popped them into my mouth. They were melting rapidly.

Turning back toward my dad, I asked, “Will you do that a little more on my chest?”

He cleared his throat and then leaned over me once more, as I had hoped. With his body hovering over mine, I quickly spit the two cubes into my hand and then immediately reached down and slid my hand into his shorts and took hold of my father’s very erect penis.

“ELLIE!” he gasped my name.

But I was already stroking him, running the cubes of ice up and down along his shaft. Then I whispered softly, “It’s so hot, daddy. Doesn’t this feel better?”

Up and down, I stroked him, feeling the ice quickly turning into water. And despite my father’s gasp of protest, he was still leaning over me. He wasn’t pulling away. I continued to play with his penis, running my hand up and down his shaft as the ice turned completely to water. Even after the ice melted, I kept stroking my hand up and down. After a minute, I realized that he was breathing heavily. Smiling, I finally pulled my hand out of his shorts. With a visible shudder, he slowly settled back down on the bed beside me. When I looked at his face, his nostrils were flaring. He didn’t say a word.

Taking advantage of his stunned arousal, I slowly reached down and hooked my thumbs into the thin straps of my bikini bottoms. Pulling my knees up, I slid them down my legs and took them off. Straightening, I turned toward my dad again and saw his eyes staring at my crotch. Whispering, I said, “I’m hot down there, too.”

My dad lifted his eyes to my face, and I could tell he was struggling with a mental battle in his head. When his head tilted down and saw that he was clearly staring at my pussy again, I spread my legs just a touch while I reached my arm over and scooped out another ice cube from the mostly water-filled bucket. Slowly swinging my arm over my own body, I felt cold drips of water drop onto my bare skin as I brought my hand right where he was staring.

When I reached my vagina, I placed the ice directly onto myself and dragged it up along my slit. My father gasped as he stared. Shivering from the cold against my lips, I pressed the cube down into them and dragged it up along the little canyon they formed. The moment the ice rolled across my clitoris, an unexpected orgasm erupted within me, making me gasp while my body trembled. It was a small one, but it surprised me when it hit.

Taking in several deep, gasping breaths, I held the ice against my clit until it melted completely. My hands were trembling. Slowly turning my head, I gazed at my father. The look on his face was full of lust as he stared at my naked body. He was shaking, too.

“Daddy?” I whispered.

He slowly lifted his head until he was staring into my eyes. His nostrils were flaring as he breathed through his nose. We held each other’s stare for a dozen heartbeats.

Then I spoke gently, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

My father’s reaction took me by surprise. He didn’t even hesitate. His body lifted and then he was tearing his shorts off, kicking them away. Rolling toward me, he clambered over my legs and nestled in between. I only caught a mere glimpse of his penis before he was lying on top of me, wriggling forward. Breathing heavily, he pressed his cock right up against my very wet opening and, without a word, he pushed himself inside of me.

Just like that, my father started fucking me. And oh my god was it ever hot! The room was hot. My body was hot. The air was thick with humidity and every pore in my body was oozing sweat. But my daddy was inside me and nothing else mattered. The world melted away and all I knew was pleasure. His cock penetrated me, sliding slickly inside my pussy. I was so wet, inside and out, there was literally zero resistance. He just glided in and out as he pumped himself on top of me. It was messy sex, but I didn’t care.

My dad’s body felt slippery on top of mine. I could feel his chest rubbing against my nipples. The room was filled with our heavy breathing. My dad was moaning as he rocked himself forward and back. His cock filled and stretched me, opening my pussy from within. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced. Droplets of sweat dripped from his skin, landing on my chest. I swear I heard each drop sizzle. Gazing up at him, I saw water beaded across his forehead. His face was contorted with lust. My mouth was open wide as I fought to catch my breath.

Inside my vagina was even hotter than the room. It felt like the amazon in there! I was wetter than I had ever been. Staring at my father’s chest as he heaved himself forward, I noticed the hair around his nipples glistening with water. Instinctively, I reached a hand up and ran my fingers across one of them. My dad’s hot staff prodded and penetrated in and out of me and he grunted as he thrust forward and back. It was the best sex I had ever had. Nothing from my past came even close.