I suppose I'd always been a daddy's girl. We were very close even when I was a little girl, and stayed that way when I grew into young womanhood. But even when I started to notice boys, I never really saw him in a sexual way. Not until one night in the woods; one night that changed everything.
Every summer, the three of us- Mom, Dad, and me- took a camping trip to Yosemite. I always looked forward to it. We all did. We would roast marshmallows and hot dogs, tell scary stories around a cracking fires and wander along paths both beaten and discovered. It was a magical time of the year, which was why it was so heart-breaking when Mom told us that she couldn't come. She had to travel for some conference, and would have to miss out. But we had reservations that couldn't be canceled, so it would just be me and Daddy this year. Oh, well- life goes on.
The time until my final summer vacation of high school passed agonizingly slow. I finished my finals and said goodbye to friends that I probably wouldn't ever see again. But the wait was worthwhile; finally, Daddy and I were packing the car for the long drive to the magical forest. As we drove, we talked on a much deeper level than we ever had before- something that I attributed to my new-found adulthood.
"So, Brooke," he began, pausing to take another long pull from his soda. He did that when he was nervous; he'd start a conversation and then immediately interrupt himself with something or another. "Any boys in the picture I should know about? Do I need to get a shotgun?" he laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "No daddy," I giggled. It was true, there really wasn't anyone- at the moment, anyway. Although I was certainly attractive by any standard, and although I had plenty of attention from the boys at school, I never really had an interest in any of them. They were too immature, I guess. So, as a result, I never really had the opportunity to explore my developing sexuality the way that some of my friends had. But I figured that was what college was for, and I was looking forward to breaking loose with an older crowd.
He dropped the subject, and we talked about other things until we finally arrived at the campsite. It didn't take long to set up, and the rest of the day was dedicated to play. We hiked a bit before roasting hot dogs over a fire for an early dinner, then topped off the day with swimming at an isolated spot in the river. But there was something different this time- something about the way he looked at me. It made me a little bit self-conscious, but excited me all the same. It was as though he was seeing me as a woman, wearing an admittedly revealing bikini, rather than as his little girl. I couldn't help it; I began accenting my movements just a little bit, inviting his attention without being too obvious about it. Pausing just a moment too long with my arms high above my head, ready for a dive... Positioning my body to allow him to look at my ass when I climbed on the rocks... Bending at the waist to look at the rocks in the water...
And that's when I noticed that he was hard. He was trying to hide it in the water, but I caught a glimpse of his thick bulge all the same. I couldn't help but feel proud of his reaction. I had made Daddy hard- my body, my movements and my looks had accomplished that. I began to wonder just how far I could go. I supposed this was the time to find out.
We stayed at the river for just a little bit longer. I figured that he could use a little bit more time, and I was happy to give it to him. After all, we still had a long night ahead of us. Finally, he called after me that he was ready to go, and we made our way back to the tent. I walked ahead of him, knowing that he would be checking out my ass as he followed. Or at least I hoped he would be; I wanted him to have it fresh in his mind when we turned in for the night. I allowed my mind to wander, and when it did it found some arousing places. I thought about Daddy's cock; what it would look like or taste like. What it would feel like when he stretched out my virgin pussy, assuming I could entice him that far.
By the time we reached the tent, I was dripping wet. I could feel my pussy throbbing with anticipation. I knew what it felt like to orgasm; I had brought myself there night after night. But I intuitively know that it would be infinitely better when someone else brought me to climax- especially when it was someone that I already loved and trusted. I really couldn't imagine a better first time than that. And tonight, I would be putting my plan into action.
"It's cold!" I shivered. That was a lie. We were roasting marshmallows around a roaring fire, but it was a perfect excuse to slide close to him. In that flickering light, I saw Daddy in a very different way; I breathed in his masculine scent and felt his warmth against my skin. It was intoxicating.
"Cold?" he scoffed. "You're in front of a fire!"
I blushed, but he didn't seem to catch on. But he gave me an idea for my next move, at least. Of course, given my inexperience, I had no 'moves' to speak of, so I just had to play it by ear. "You're right, Daddy. What was I thinking?" In one quick motion, I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it towards the tent, leaving my firm, young breasts covered only by the thin bra that I had picked out just for tonight. It wasn't unusual that he would see me in my underwear; we lived in the same house, after all. But I think that he knew, one some level, that this time was different. He tried not to look, but I could see him peering through the corner of his eye. I couldn't blame him, of course; the bra pushed my breasts upwards, showing off my generous cleavage and begging for his attention. I leaned forward, ostensibly to get another marshmallow, but actually to show off my breasts further. I knew that he wanted me now; hopefully as badly as I wanted him.
It was several long minutes before Daddy spoke again. "We should probably turn in for the night," he said suddenly. There was a sense of urgency in his voice, and my heart started racing; this was it! But Daddy quickly climbed into his sleeping bag and turned out the light. I hadn't thought this far ahead. I supposed that I thought that Daddy would have taken me by now; that all I had to do was tease him a little bit and he would take charge. But once again, my lack of experience stopped me. I had no idea how to initiate sex with a man, much less in such a taboo setting. So I just rolled over and tried to sleep, cursing myself for my cowardice.
But that's when I heard it. Long after I thought he was asleep, and certainly after he thought I was as well, I heard the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh and skin against fabric. He was masturbating. My heart started to race, and I laid very, very still, afraid to break the spell. I could feel my pussy start to moisten, and I very slowly slid my hand down my body towards it. I was desperate for relief, and even more so when I hear Daddy start to moan softly. But it's not until I hear him whisper my name, lost in whatever fantasy that was fueling his session, that I knew that he was finally mine.
I started rubbing my clit through my panties, matching his motions to his as I listened carefully to him. I could feel my orgasm building, and couldn't contain the quiet moan that escaped my parted lips. He stopped; he didn't even breathe. I didn't. I continued rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit through my panties, allowing myself to reach the edge of climax. There was no going back now, and there was no reason to hold the moan in place. He had heard me, and I had heard him. So I continued, bucking my hips against my finger as I came closer to release. Much like he had done for me, I started moaning his name. Or, more accurately, what I called him.
"Daddy..." I moaned quietly. "Daddy, fuck me, Daddy." I could feel my orgasm building deep in my body. I had never had one with anyone nearby before, and I felt both self-conscious and excited at the same time. I slid my hand into my panties, and pressed deep into my tight, virgin pussy.
Daddy didn't speak; not then, at least. There was nothing left to say. I heard his sleeping bag unzip, then heard him crawl across the tent to mine. He leaned in close, listening to the sounds of my moans and groans. I wondered if he could hear my wet pussy, as my finger slid in and out of it. The whole scene was overwhelmingly arousing.
"Your mom doesn't hear a word of this, you understand?" There was an urgency in his voice. He urgently wanted me, and that was the best feeling in the world.
"Not a word, Daddy," I managed in between lustful breaths. "It'll be our little secret."
