Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Pacific Northwest
|Introduction: Cindy goes camping with her Dad for the first time, hoping to get some of that attention her brother always got from him. A calamity turns into a blessing drawing them both very close together.|
Camping With My Dad
Cindy goes camping with her Dad for the first time, hoping to get some of that attention her brother always got from him. A calamity turns into a blessing drawing them both very close together.
"See you next year," I yelled out to my classmates as I ran out of school for the last time this school year. I had just finished 4th grade. Only one more year at my elementary school and then I would be going to Eastside Middle school. They had 6th, 7th, and 8th grades together. But now it was summer, thank goodness.
Hi, I'm Cindy and I have to tell you that this was not a good year for me personally. My body started changing last fall. My boobs started growing and tiny little hairs started showing up around my privates. But worst of all I got my first period last month. Most girls don't get their first one for another year or two. I turn 10 next month. Mom told me I was precocious. I just thought she meant I got into trouble a lot, which wasn't really true. I was always a good girl. But when I looked it up it said I was maturing earlier than normal. I did grow a bit taller this past school year shooting up to 4 feet 8 inches and 79 pounds. My older brother told me that if I cut off my long brown hair I would lose ten pounds. It didn't weigh that much but it was long, hanging down to my waist.
My parents loved my hair, especially my dad. He was always playing with it when we sat on the couch watching TV. I would lay there with my head in his lap and he would run his fingers through my hair. I liked it when he did that. It was the only time he really paid much attention to me. Well I probably said that more out of habit than anything. I had noticed lately that Dad talked to me more. It used to be my brother Andy, who was 14, that got Dad's attention. They would always do things together like go fishing, and every summer they would go on their special camping trip. Mom hated camping and would never go. If she had then I would have been there too all those years. But I just stayed home with her.
This year was different. This summer Andy was going to be playing baseball all summer in some city league. He couldn't go camping and dad asked me if I wanted to go in his place. I jumped at the chance. Of course Mom didn't want to go so it would be just Dad and me. The thing is I hated fishing, but I would do it if it meant I got to be alone with Dad for a change, no Andy, no Mom, just Dad.
Two weeks after school was out it was time for our camping trip. Normally Dad and Andy went in mid July when the weather was nice and warm. But I guess Dad wanted to be home for Andy's baseball games so he pushed the camping trip back to mid June.
"So this is it Cindy," my dad said. "Say good bye because we are on our way."
I waved as we drove out of the garage. Andy stuck his tongue out at me, but I just smiled.
"How long does it take to get there," I asked my dad.
"A couple of hours," he replied. "It's kind of an out-of-the-way place, usually not many people there. And with the weather looking a little gloomy we might be the only campers this weekend."
The weather did look a bit off for June. It was partially cloudy when we left but after about an hour of driving it had become fully overcast.
"It doesn't look too good Cindy. It's starting to rain a bit." Dad pointed out. "Do you want to go back?"
"No way," I said. I wasn't going to let a little bit of bad weather ruin my camping trip with Dad. Besides Andy would never let me live it down. "I don't care if it pours. We're going camping."
By the time we got there it was already noon. The rain was still drizzling so Dad got the tent up quick and a spare tent for holding all the camping stuff. You can tell I am not much of a camper. I just know that some of it was food.
I grabbed the sandwiches Mom had fixed for our lunch today. Standing under the tarp Dad had put up to keep the rain out I said, "Lunch is served." I had chips out and couple of sodas.
"I'll pass on the pop," Dad said as he grabbed a beer from the cooler.
"Maybe I should get one of those," I said laughing. Dad just smiled. He knew I wouldn't dare. But I did want to see what it tasted like. Maybe later when he wasn't looking.
We were both dripping wet but it didn't matter. Here I was sitting next to my Dad in camping chairs, not another soul in sight. I guess this was the first time I really looked around. Not 50 feet away was a the most beautiful lake I had ever seen. It was oblong in shape, maybe a half mile in length and a quarter mile across. The rain drops were tinkling all across the water making it look like it was boiling. Every now and then a fish would jump up out of the water and back in making a big splash. It was fun to watch.
"This is some of the finest fishing you will ever have, right here in this lake," Dad shared. "The blue-gill are to die for and the big-mouth black bass are fighters when you get one on your line."
"I can't wait," I lied. I didn't know what I was going to do when it came time to put a worm on my hook. I had seen Andy do it and it grossed me out, that squirmy things wiggling all around. Fortunately Dad had some more camp preparations to do so we got to put off the fishing until later.
But that time finally arrived. The rain had stopped and I could actually see a little sunshine poking through here and there.
"I guess the storm is blowing over," I said.
"It is just a momentary lull," Dad countered. "If you look to the West you can see some dark clouds there on the horizon. The sun will soon drop behind them and it will be one hell of of night...I mean heck of a night."
I giggled at my dad for swearing. "You better watch your language around me mister," I warned him, giggling some more.
"Yes ma-am." Dad was smiling. He looked really good when he smiled, especially when he was smiling at me.
We made our way down to the shore with all our fishing gear. Dad was nice enough to get me set up first and even baited the hook. "The next one you'll have to bait yourself," he said, winking at me.
It was around 4:00 PM when we started fishing and I couldn't believe it when Dad said it was 6:00 PM and time to clean the fish. We had caught several big blue-gill, one of them mine. I guess fishing wasn't all that bad. I even survived baiting the hook.
When I pulled in my line I must have yanked it too hard. The whole thing flew over my head and then back out over the water again, snagging in a tree branch that hung over the water.
"Wait a minute and I'll get that for you," Dad said as he was securing his fishing pole.
But I wanted to show him that I could do anything, just like Andy. I got as close to the water's edge as I could and then then pulled on the line. It pulled the branch almost back to me. I only had a couple of inches to go to reach the hook. Almost there, I reached way out...and then it happened. Losing my balance I fell forward right into the lake.
It was instant shock. The water was ice cold. My long hair was tangling up all around me. I went under and just as quick I was being pulled up and out of the water. My dad had his arms around me dragging me up onto the shore. He quickly lifted me up into his arms and literally ran me back to the shelter. Setting me down onto the fake carpet we put under the shelter, he grabbed a towel and told me to dry my face and hair. While I did that he began undressing me.
"I have got to get these clothes off of you and get you dried off," he said. "I wish I had started the fire earlier but I'll get it going here for you."
It wasn't but a minute and I was nude. "Dry yourself off while I start the fire."
But it was too late. The storm had started and the rain came quick. Any chance of getting a fire going was now gone. "We'll have to get you warm in the tent," Dad said as he led me that direction.
I had dried myself off pretty good and the tent seemed dry and protected from the rain. "Should I put on some clothes?" I asked, starting to shiver.
Dad had opened up the sleeping bag, unzipping it part way down and said, "Get in."
"Like this?" I asked.
"Yes," he said emphatically. "No time to lose." I didn't question him again but got into the bag. It felt warm but I was still shivering. Dad could see it too. That must have been when he made his decision. "I'm getting in there with you. My body heat will warm you up."
Dad began undressing so I turned and looked the other way. Soon I felt him get in the sleeping bag with me. I was on my left side and he was spooning me from behind, both of us totally nude.
"It's so cold," I said, my teeth chattering. Dad took my hair and pulled it all up from behind me and stretched it out above my head. His left hand he cupped under my head and his right arm wrapped around my waist, his hand on my stomach. I put my hand on his. I could feel his chest against my bare back, skin to skin, and it did feel warm. I knew then that this was going to work. My dad was so smart.
After about five minutes like this I said, "I think this is working. My back is feeling warmer but my front is still cold, except where your hand is." That's when I moved his hand up a little from my stomach. With my hand still on top of his I moved it back and forth across my lower chest.
A couple of times I got it a little too high and his fingers grazed across my titties. They weren't very big, poking out a bit and all of that was growth just this past year. For some reason it felt good having his fingers touch my tits. I wanted it to happen again so as I moved his hand across my chest I moved it upwards little by little until I had him rubbing my upper chest and emerging boobs. After several minutes of this I just stopped and held his hand there, fully on my tits.
That's when I felt it, his penis was growing, getting hard and pressing into my back. Dad started massaging my breasts, what little he could for their size, rubbing his fingers across my little nipples. I liked it. The whole time his penis kept getting harder until it felt like a stiff rod pressing against my back. We laid that way for several minutes, Dad gently massaging my chest, my tits. I thought I could feel his penis throbbing into my back.
It wasn't a minute later before Dad moved his body downward into the sleeping bag a little more and then I discovered why. His penis was now positioned so that it pressed against my butt. Ever so slowly Dad started sliding it up and down along my butt crack and lower back. I could hear him starting to breath a little heavy. This went on for several minutes. Then he moved his right hand down across my hips and pulled my body hard back against his penis while at the same time he took his left hand and pressed it against my upper back pushing my upper body away from him. He kept rubbing his penis against my butt but harder now. I didn't understand what was happening and was a little scared. Yet at the same time it was somehow exciting. I sort of forgot about being cold.
Suddenly Dad groaned and he pressed his penis against me really hard, just holding me there. I felt his body jerk a few times as a warm liquid began to cover my lower back. A moment later the jerking stopped and dad relaxed his hold on me. Neither of us said anything and Dad's breathing went back to normal. We just staid in that position, Dad spooning me again, for several minutes, neither of us moving.
Dad finally crawled out of the sleeping bag. It was dark out, though the little bit of moonlight allowed me to see what he was doing. He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his penis and stomach. That reminded me of the stuff on my back. I reached around with my right hand and gathered up some of the goo. I brought it to my nose and smelled it, a sweet-sour smell. I couldn't decide. So I tasted it. It had a slightly salty taste but mostly sweet flavor. I wondered what it would be like to take in a whole mouthful all at once right out of Dad's penis before it had a chance to touch anything else. I never felt Dad get back into the sleeping bag as I fell asleep thinking about what just happened, thinking about what could have happened, what I wanted to happen, thinking about Dad.
The End (until I woke up)
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