My father was the type of man who's priority in life was his work regardless of the impact it had on relationships or family life. This then was the reason my parents had divorced when I was only young. For years after the divorce, my amazing mother blamed herself and seeing her hurting so badly angered me. I promised, even at such a young age, that I would pay back my father somehow.
As I entered my teens I became interested in the fairer sex and my friends group were soon bragging about our sexual conquests to one another. Now the amount of truth spoken in these exchanges was minimal but it was amusing. Every elder sister, mother or hot aunt was fair game for these fantasy chats and generally taken in a good manner amongst us.
The relationship I had with my father was strained, my mother saying it was beneficial for me to keep in touch with him, but occasionally we had fun. There was times where a weekend with my father was spent hiking or camping and I saw a side of him away from his work that I could get on board with. Unfortunately a lot of weekends with him ended up where work took priority and I was sent back home to my mothers early.
Not long after my eighteenth birthday I met a girl called Kerry and being a few years older than me meant she was far more experienced in the bedroom. She taught me a lot about pleasuring a woman and controlling my own desires for a more fulfilling experience.
Around this time my father introduced me to his latest girlfriend Susan. She was pretty without being overtly so, curvy figure with big boobs and short brown hair. We hit it off straight away and I enjoyed being in her company.
Kerry and I drifted apart, one of her exes coming back on the scene, so I found myself single again. The plus side to this was I would often go round to my fathers whenever I knew Susan was there. He was oblivious to the fact and thought I was happy to spend more time with him.
There was talk of us, my father, Susan and me, going away for a weekend camping and I was happy at the thought of being in a tent with my fathers girl. It was actually a Thursday when I climbed into the back of my fathers car and we set off North to the Lake District.
Unfortunately my hope of being in a tent with Susan had been scuppered by my father's decision to hire a camping pod for our trip. Basically it was akin to a large wooden shed furnished with a double bed, a small cabinet either side, a single bed to the right of the double, several wall mounted hooks for gear and a small area for wet boots and gear. It was small but clean and tidy. When my father put his wallet on the cabinet furthest away from the single bed, i realised quite happily that I would be next to Susan, save for the gap between beds.
The campsite was well equipped with a small pub just across the road. We stayed local for that first evening ending up eating a lovely meal in the pub before retiring for the night.
I used the shower block to prepare for bed and then tiredly snuggled into my mummy shaped sleeping bag.
The sound of a blackbird singing roused me from my slumber and as I opened my eyes I was overjoyed to see that Susan had suffered a wardrobe malfunction and her large right breast was clearly visible between the sides of her pyjama top. It appeared an extra button had worked loose and I was now staring at her fleshy mound, a dark nipple punctuating the large brown areola. The heat emanating from my groin had nothing to do with my sleeping bag. I was mesmerised by the view before me, so much so that I failed to notice that Susan had opened her eyes and clearly caught me staring. Slowly she adjusted her top, a small grin on her face as she closed her eyes again.
The second time I woke up, I was alone but from outside I could hear my father and Susan in conversation. It didn't sound like a happy chat.
"I'll be back tonight or first thing in the morning" I heard my father say.
So much for work not being an issue.
