Our campsite was several miles inside the park. It was remote, by a creek and nestled against a steep hillside. It had room for several tents along the creek bank and a central large campfire. John picked his site upstream of the others. We unloaded the car and john set the tent up. When he was finished, he told me to put our stuff in the tent and unroll our sleeping mats and bags. He set up the fire and put all off the cooking stuff nearby and I put the chairs out.
I was hobbling back from the tent when John's daughters showed up. I did not know what to expect. I knew they were about my age. As they got out of the car what I got was soccer moms and loud. They came into the camp and kissed their father. They looked like two wealthy suburban mothers who were busy. Their short stylish hair manicured but very short nails and toenails, and conservative dress was everything I never wanted to date or be. However, they were adorable, kind, and sweet as they tumbled down to the campfire to meet their father. As I hobbled up, John took my hand and introduced us.
"Liz, Lucy, this is my girlfriend, Joanna."
I was a bit surprised. I had not thought of myself as a girlfriend yet, but I guess I was. Liz and Lucy were very gracious talking to me and treating me normal. They were fascinated by my long nails and toenails. They asked about my cast. They asked a hundred questions and I realized that I had forgotten my fear.
My paranoia about meeting his daughters dressed as a woman was overblown. I am sure they knew I was transgender, but they never acted like it. I had to give credit to John for helping to raise two very open-minded women. Over the rest of the weekend, they never treated me other than John's new girlfriend. As we all went to unload their car, I truly felt like John's girlfriend on a camping trip.
Camping had been something their family had done a few times a year as they were growing up. It was more John's thing now, but his daughters indulged him once a year and came for a weekend camping trip. Their husbands were not interested and stayed home with the small children. The weekend was normally hiking, biking, eating, and drinking. Most of the meals would be made in camp but there was usually one meal in a local restaurant.
When we had the car unloaded, john had helped them set up their tent. I offered but no one seemed to believe I could be of much use with my long nails. John instead sent me to fix gin and tonics for everyone. I busied myself with the coolers making drinks. When I finally brought the last drink over their tent was up and I sipped my drink as they finished putting things inside the tent.
Once the tent was up, we retired to the campfire and the inquisition could really begin. These were the questions I was dreading. I had been planning my answers for several days, but I was really uncomfortable discussing myself. Most of my life was very macho, my career, my hobbies, my personal life. I can understand why they wanted to quiz me. I was the very young new girlfriend of their father. John had been divorced for many years and his daughters knew he was gay. I got the impression that he did not see his daughters enough to introduce them to too many people he dated. I was also the first transgender he had introduced them to. This was obvious as I tried to avoid answering with anything that referred to me as a boy and in the fact that they kept asking awkward question like, "what sports did you grow up playing." Football and baseball were not answers I wanted to give.
His daughters were not shy either. They wanted to touch and feel my fingernails. I got the typical questions and comments about, "how do I deal with everyday life with nails that long. What things could I not do? How did I pick up coins from the floor? How did I use a credit card at the gas station? How did I use my phone? And yes, how did I use the bathroom?" These were the easy questions. I had worn long nails many times and for days at a time.
I think they were a little baffled and put off by my toenails. There were a few questions, and I was not as prepped for these. I had never worn long toenails before. Luckily, they seemed to want to avoid the toenail questions also.
Each time someone's drink got low; John would ask me nicely to please get someone a refill. I did not notice it at first but after the third request, it occurred to me, why was I the only one who could make drinks. I would figure out later, it was because he wanted me to act like the submissive little housewife. He did leave me in the uncomfortable position of facing the inquisition as he went off to prepare dinner.
After dinner he whispered into my ear, "you should clean up after dinner." He then turned to his daughters and spoke. "Caro has offered to clean up for us. Let's go for a hike." His daughters objected at first, but I assured them that it was fine, and they should go for a sunset hike with their father.
When they returned it was after dark and I was sitting by the fire with my casted foot propped up. They wandered back into camp and john picked up my foot and sat down putting it into his lap. His daughters were getting things organized for bed and we sat by the fire and he started massaging my toes and tracing his fingers over the nails.
When his daughters were occupied, he raised my casted leg to his mouth and kissed each toenail and said, "thank you for indulging my fetish."
I started growing erect in my panties. Thank goodness my cock was tucked tightly between my legs, but it was getting tight and uncomfortable down there. I did not know that I could be aroused by someone playing with my toes. He stopped kissing my toes just before his daughters came back to the fire. We finished the evening with my casted leg in his lap as everyone had a final drink before saying goodnight. I stayed in my chair a few minutes as everyone was getting up to leave. Even though my penis was tucked tightly between my legs it was hard and I was concerned what would happen if I stood up in my little skimpy shorts.
When we got into the tent, I could not wait. I was so horny. It had been a stressful day and john massaging my feet at the end had really turned me on. It was such a sweet gesture and something that would always arouse me. John was naked and waiting on me when I entered. I crawled in, zipped the tent closed and climbed on top of him running my hands and nails up his thighs, across his belly and chest before laying down on top of him. I kissed him as I straddled his hard cock feeling it through my shorts against my own trapped hard cock. My hands were all over him. I wanted to feel him as I traced my nails over his shoulders and chest.
He started undressing me, taking off my blouse and removing my shorts. Wearing only my bra, I lifted up and my penis jumped out between my legs and sprang forward between our bellies. I started grinding my penis next to his as his hands caressed my back and ass. I couldn't take much more, and I needed him inside me. I reached back and carefully grabbed his cock in my fingers being careful with the nails I pulled the head of his cock against my asshole. I wanted him inside of me. He was dripping precum and me gently swirling the head of his cock against my asshole was getting more and more slippery. I was moaning and he put his finger to my lips to quiet me. I remembered that his daughters were only about 20 yards away. I started kissing him again to keep my moans down. I slowly eased the head of his cock inside of me. Holding on to it using only my nails, I started slipping it in and out of my ass. I was loving the feeling of it slipping all the way out and back in, but I wanted more. When I thought it would be slippery enough using only his precum, I slowly slid all the way down enjoying the fullness of him inside me.
"Tell me how to please you," I whispered in his ear as I kissed his neck, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you. I want to please you."
He grabbed my hips and said, "clench your ass tight as you pull my cock almost out of you and push your sphincter out like you are going to the bathroom when you pull me into you. When you push out, it will get really loose. When you clench, it will get really tight."
I had never thought about it and with a little thought I was able to milk him this way. I would clench as I raised up and push out as I lowered down. John started letting little moans and encouraging me. It felt different and better for me too. As I was getting his cock all the way in rubbing my prostate, my own penis was rubbing up and down on his belly. It was wet and slippery with precum. I started getting faster and lost track of what I was doing and suddenly I was cumming. I was cumming and wanting to scream. I buried my head in john's should and covered my mouth with his muscles, I clenched my whole body and just exploded all over his belly. When I finally relaxed, john kissed me and acted like he was going to pull out.
