Camping with Daughter Ch. 01

I tried to ignore the reaction she was having on my groin, but I was completely unsuccessful. My cock was hard as stone, driving itself down my tight jeans; feeling like it was ready to pop right then and there. Oh, how embarrassing that would be! I had to fight off the lust that my daughter was generating in me. It would be difficult, considering my erection made it hard to walk.

"Come on, Daddy," she cried when she noticed I hadn't even moved toward the tent. She turned to face me and asked me what was taking me so long. She didn't cover herself, she didn't blush, and she didn't show any modesty at all. Her mannerisms were exactly as if she was still completely dressed.

Oh, shit! How was I supposed to handle this? Now my eighteen-year-old daughter stood just a few feet in front of me completely naked. Her body was perfect. I had never and have never seen a more perfect female form. Her breasts were full and erect, standing firm on her chest. Her areolas were a light pink, about the size of quarters, topped by pencil erasers of the same color. There were no tan lines anywhere on her body, even around her sexy exposed pussy. Her skin looked so soft and perfect, lightly tanned and the hint of almost clear peach-fuzz everywhere. Below her ribs, the outline of her highly toned abdominal muscles clearly visible around a perfect little belly button. She had slightly protruding hip bones on either side of the most perfect pussy I've ever seen in my life. A perfect triangle of blond, wispy hair rested just above a clearly visible crease where every man wanted to be.

She just stood there and let me look at her. She wasn't at all ashamed (of course who would be with a body like that) and not at all modest. Was she really this naive? Could she possibly think that she could stand there in front of her father like that and not affect him? Where did she learn to be so comfortable with her body? Did she think that, just because I was her father, that behavior was acceptable? Yet she knew I was looking. She didn't mind. She almost demanded that I look.

"Come on, Daddy!" she repeated. "Hurry up and get ready for bed. I want you to keep me warm. I'm starting to get goose bumps all over."

With that, she turned and crouched into the tent, her perfect ass being the last thing I saw as she entered. I had to get up and go into that tent. What was I going to do? I certainly wasn't going to follow her completely naked, especially since I was sporting the most rigid hard-on I've ever had. That is definitely not something she is going to see; her own father's erection.

After a bit more cleanup, mostly to give my cock time to rest a little, I doused the lantern and stripped off my clothes. I left my briefs on and climbed into the tent.

"It's about time," my little girl said as I searched for the opening in my sleeping bag. "What are you looking for?"

"I can't seem to find the zipper on the sleeping bag," I replied.

"Oh, that's because I zipped them together so we could sleep in one big bag," she said very nonchalantly. "Isn't that cool?" She whipped the top half of the bag aside, allowing me a place to get in. I could just barely make out her naked form in the dark, and I wondered if I was going to be able to sleep.

As I slid in, Jennifer snuggled up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and then rested her head in the nape of my neck. I could feel her naked breasts against my arm, and I thought I was going to cum.

Her hands slowly caressed my chest, playing with the dozen or so hairs that grew there. Then she let her fingers slide down my stomach, and I decided I had to stop her before she went too low. Turning my body on my side to face her, I pulled her in close and hugged her. This was definitely a mistake.

There is no way for a man to describe the sensual feeling of a young, attractive woman in his arms, even if it is his daughter. Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, feeling her soft, warm flesh, smelling her long thick hair; there's no way to explain what it does.

I felt her right hand on my back, pulling me closer in return, and then her tiny palm gliding down my spine and pressing against my lower back just above my ass crack. She suddenly pulled her hand away and tore away from me.

"What's going on?" she asked in shock.

Suddenly I was paralyzed. She found me out. How am I going to explain myself to her? You have no idea the shame I felt.

"How come you're still wearing your underpants?" she asked. "Are you being modest with me? Are you shy in front of your own daughter?"

Holy shit! What was she saying? This little eighteen-year-old was less modest than I was, and here she was challenging me about it. I was partly relieved that she wasn't angry about my hugging her like that and partly surprised at her confusion. Did she really expect me to sleep in the same sleeping bag with her completely naked?

Before I could respond, she snuggled up to me again and whispered in my ear, "That's okay, Daddy, I understand. It's been a long time since we've been together, and it probably feels like you're with a stranger. I don't mind."

Then, as she snuggled her face into my neck, she mumbled, "You know I love you very much, and I hope you'll feel more relaxed with me by the end of this trip."

I wrapped my arm around her slender waist again and heard her breathing change as she fell asleep. She was obviously very tired, relaxed and comfortable. Unfortunately, I couldn't fall asleep quite as easily. In spite of the soothing sound of the waterfall behind our campsite, I must have lay awake for two hours worrying about what I was going to do with this gorgeous nymphet in my arms. If she weren't my own daughter, I would have fucked her brains out a long time ago. Then, of course, I didn't want to discourage her, either, at least not discourage her innocent openness, but then I had to control myself since she was my own daughter, and she was only eighteen years old! I just had to get a private moment away from her so I could relieve this pressure she was causing.

All night long, I dreamed of her. I woke up at least five or six times, each time with a raging hard-on and right on the verge of an orgasm. I woke in a start and had to keep from cumming. I didn't want to wake up in the bright sunlight of the morning and have her discover a sticky stain on the front of my shorts giving me away. The dreams were strangely erotic, often quite innocent, but some not innocent at all. Many of the dreams were with my little girl fucking or sucking me or a bunch of guys to completion. It bothered me that I even thought of her in this light, but I couldn't help it.

In the morning, I felt like I had been drugged. The lack of sleep left me groggy and dazed as my eyes slowly opened. My last dream of the night was of Jennifer going to her high school completely naked and without a care in the world. I, the concerned father, ran behind her trying to get her to cover up, or at least wear a pair of panties, but she just laughed and strutted into the crowd of teenagers, all of them dressed for school.

I heard this sound nearby that was barely discernable over the sound of the waterfall. It was a strange sloshing sound, like churning butter or something. I might not have even bothered to figure out what it was if it weren't for the additional sound of moaning. In spite of the fact that it was a moan of pleasure, it still concerned me.

As my eyes cracked open, I could see that it was quite light out, and the sun was filling our tent with a yellowish hue. It was warm, and I realized the sleeping bag had been thrown open, leaving me on top and uncovered except for my feet. Jennifer was no longer beside me, but, as my eyes got used to the light, was now sitting against the side of the tent facing me. Her legs were crossed in front of her, and she must have been looking at me while I was sleeping. As my grogginess slowly faded away, I could see my little girl's hand was squeezing one breast and then pulling on her nipple. She quickly slipped her hand over to the other breast and massaged it roughly. When she pulled hard on her other nipple, a low moan escaped her slightly parted lips.

Then I realized her other hand was in her lap. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could guess from the sloshing sound it was making. It must have been working furiously on her beautiful, young pussy as she quickly brought herself to orgasm. It was only seconds after I became aware of my surroundings, so I guessed she had been going at it for a while. I was in shock and unable to move. How is a father supposed to react to something like that?

Within seconds after I became aware of what she was doing, her back arched and both hands dropped between her legs. Her knees were in the way of my view, but I could imagine what her hands were doing as her entire body stiffened. Again I was impressed with how well toned she was as every muscle in her body went tense. I thought her orgasm was going to last all morning while her hands worked feverishly on her crotch. Her eyes seemed to be focused on something in front of her, flicking open and closed as each wave of the climax washed over her. I couldn't believe what an erotic scene she made, and I slowly became aware of my own out-of-control erection that was throbbing in my briefs.

That's when I realized at what my little girl was looking so intently. It was my crotch. My cock was straining to be released from the confines of my underwear, but, thank God, it was completely contained. I'm sure it made quite a sight for her, though, but I couldn't believe she was masturbating to it. I didn't dare move for fear of doing something to embarrass or damage her tender psyche. I was about to slowly roll over onto my stomach when I realized she was coming down from her intense climax.

"Oh, Daddy," she breathed, "you're awake!" Then, rather than show any embarrassment for being caught masturbating, she just threw her naked body onto mine and buried her face into my neck. I could feel her mons press against my straining erection as she squirmed against me.

What could I do? I just wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me.

She lifted her head from my neck and said, "I've started the fire. I'll go get you a cup of coffee, okay? I think it will be ready."

She leaped off of me and ran out of the tent. Apparently, she had left it open after getting the fire and coffee ready as she didn't have to unzip it.

I pulled the sleeping bag over my body in a vain attempt at hiding my erection even though it was a bit too late. As I leaned on my elbows, I could see my lithe little girl running to get a cup and pour me some fresh coffee. She looked like a wood nymph, her gorgeous naked body moving with perfection around the campsite. The pine needles made a wonderful carpet for her bare feet, and I could see I was going to live a torturous day.

When she returned with the coffee, I could see a look of disappointment on her face when she noticed I had pulled the sleeping bag over myself. She didn't say anything, but the look said it all.

We sat and discussed what we wanted to do and how beautiful the campsite was, me half covered in the sleeping bag and her completely naked in front of me. I couldn't help but sneak looks at my daughter's perfect body. She seemed to want me to check her out as she made no effort to hide any part of it from me. Not only did she keep her arms and hands out of the way, never letting them block my view of her perfect tits or young pussy, it almost seemed as if she would move slightly to make her body more available for my eyes. When she saw me jerk my eyes away from her breasts after being caught staring at them, she would need to stretch, giving me the freedom to stare without the feeling that she was watching. Then, when she caught me glancing at her pussy (still sticky and matted with her juices from her recent orgasm), she adjusted herself so her legs were slightly bent and spread out in front of her while she leaned back on her hands, practically opening her crotch for my inspection.

"I'm going to go make us some breakfast. Okay, Daddy?" she asked as she started searching through her backpack. She pulled out a tiny pair of knit stretch shorts that looked to be made for a three year old. I swear they were no bigger than the palm of my hand (well, that's a slight exaggeration). Anyway, she pulled them up her long, sexy legs and finally managed to cover that gorgeous pussy of hers. The shorts were so tight and stretched so thin; they looked like they were painted on. Right in front of me, she pulled the shorts tight against her and adjusted them to make sure a clear cleft would be formed where her pussy lips wrapped around the seam in the crotch. She even placed the flat of her hand against her mons and slid it up, as if ensuring the "camel toe" was complete. Then she did the same with her ass cheeks, pressing the seam of the shorts deep between the sexy globes. They couldn't have been any smaller. All of her legs were exposed right up to her groin, and the tops of the shorts rose to about mid-hip, just barely high enough to cover her blond bush.

Then she found a little red bikini top and proceeded to put it on under my watchful eye. As if I wasn't there, she tied the bikini between her breasts and then twisted it around her body until the two triangles were in front. Carefully, she tied the strings from the tops of the two small patches of material behind her neck. Finally, she adjusted her breasts so the nipples and areolas were properly covered. Of course the triangles in the bikini top were so thin and small, it did nothing but just barely hide her nipples and areolas.

I was so impressed with how she never gave any thought about the fact that I was watching her. The entire time she dressed herself, she faced me, almost as if she wanted to make sure that I could see everything.

She put on her socks and hiking boots while jabbering away with how much fun she was having with her daddy. When she looked ready to go, she looked down at her breasts and made one final adjustment. She looked up at me and saw my face blush at being caught staring at her while she manipulated her tits. With a big grin on her face, she said, "These things are such a bother. I wish we didn't have to wear anything at all. Then I wouldn't have to worry about whether my top was on right."

With that, she leaped up and disappeared out the flap of the tent. She called out from the campfire, "You better hurry up and get dressed, 'cause I'm not going to bring you breakfast in bed!"

As I dressed, I thought about what a precious gift my daughter was. She was so comfortable with her body, not at all modest or shy. I wondered what kind of problem this would be for her in school. I wondered where she learned to be so open and unrestrained. It certainly wasn't from her mother; at least I didn't think so. Whatever the cause, it was refreshing and wonderful. It seemed so innocent, and I certainly didn't want to be the cause of destroying it in any way. She would make some man a wonderful lover.

So, I put on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, socks and my hiking boots. I figured we would go for a little day hike after breakfast and scope out the area. Since she had put on her hiking boots, I presumed she had the same idea.

Out by the campfire, she was just finishing up some eggs. Bacon was already piled on a paper plate as were a couple of slices of toast. I was impressed with how good a cook she was in the woods, considering I always end up burning the toast and eating charcoal.

My little girl was ever so considerate and helpful. She had pulled up a big log on which we could sit while we ate her fantastic breakfast. If I didn't already love her enough as a daughter, I could fall madly in love with her as a friend. She was talkative and playful, teasing me about various things. She even slipped in a comment about my modesty, thinking it was so cute.