I had been sent to an overseas office for the last five years. My wife was very understanding and had to bring up our young girl alone during that time. It was a tough five years, and I wouldn't have been able to stand it if it weren't for the pay I was receiving. Because of the hardship, the company was paying me $180,000 per year and close to ten million dollars as a bonus after the five years was completed. It made the time just a little bit more bearable.
We were at a remote site with no communication except letters. The entire time I was gone, I wrote my wife and kept up on the status of our little girl. The pictures she sent of Jennifer showed a cute little girl growing up to be a beautiful young woman. I was really lonely and depressed that I was missing out on her growing up, but I kept telling myself that she was going to have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life.
As the time grew near for me to be able to return to my family, I wrote and told them how excited I was. I told them that I wanted to be alone with them. We needed to do something together, just the three of us. I suggested a camping trip? That would be great. Two weeks out in the wilds of Yosemite, alone with nature. They seemed overjoyed with the idea.
When I finally got home, it turned out that my wife couldn't go. Sally was looking better than ever, and I couldn't wait to make love to her, but her mother had fallen ill and needed care. We didn't even get to enjoy a full day together before my wife had to disappear for another unknown period of time. The only thing we could remind ourselves of was that it had been five years; we could suffer another couple of weeks or however long it took.
Jennifer, our now eighteen-year-old daughter, looked ravishing. She had really filled out and could have been a model or a movie star. Her cute little child-like face had become beautiful; she had a smooth complexion, bright blue eyes, and a golden blond halo of hair that hung about halfway down her back. I couldn't believe it. In just five years, she had grown up.
Jennifer had been really looking forward to the camping trip, but now it looked like our plans were foiled. To my surprise, though, Sally suggested the two of us go without her. She would be all right, and she was sure she wouldn't return for at least a month. It would be such a disappointment for Jennifer if we didn't go; I just had to take her.
So, the two of us went down to the local REI store and bought all kinds of camping gear. It was exciting, knowing I was about to get a huge check and not worrying at all about the cost. We bought auto- inflatable mattresses and a four-man tent. We got everything one could possibly need and yet not too much so we couldn't hike it in a few miles.
Jennifer was so excited, her bubbly personality overflowing to everyone around us. Although she dressed very conservatively, every male head, from twelve to ninety, turned to look at her. She definitely was a beauty. Even I, her father, couldn't help but admire her slender form with nice, well-developed breasts formed on her chest. Her long, thick blond hair, cascading over her shoulders, blowing in the wind and glowing in the sunlight, was every man's fantasy. It was hard to avoid un-fatherly thoughts, and I wondered if this camping thing would be a good idea. After all, I hadn't been around for five years, and it was almost like she was someone else's daughter.
Well, the big day finally arrived. We were all packed and ready to go. The car had all of our gear neatly packed into our backpacks, and the house was locked and secure.
To my chagrin, Jennifer was dressed in denim cutoffs and a loose fitting half tee-shirt for the ride. I was a bit surprised because she had been so conservatively dressed up until that day. She seemed perfectly comfortable in her rather minimal clothing while wearing hiking boots on her feet. I was in agony looking at her long, perfectly shaped young legs, tanned to a golden color and not a blemish anywhere. The cutoffs barely reached her thighs, riding high on her legs to show me more than I needed to see, especially with my long abstenance. If she were anyone else, I would have thought she was trying to tease me, but I was sure my own daughter would never consider that.
To make things worse, her half tee shirt barely covered her bouncing unfettered breasts, allowing me to see her entire midriff underneath them. No girl her age should be allowed to have such large, firm breasts, I thought. I was awed by the way her sides curved in so perfectly at her waist and then out again to meet her hips; like an hourglass. She didn't appear to have an ounce of fat on her, and her smooth, young skin looked untouched by anything but the finest hand creams. Her firm, muscled stomach looked as if she'd been working out daily. This little vixen was going to make some young man blissful with happiness.
The entire ride up to Yosemite, Jennifer was jabbering away, telling me everything about her life and what I'd missed over the years. I learned about her school, her friends, the various sports she really enjoyed and the fact that she wanted to try out for the Olympic gymnastics team. No wonder her body was so well sculpted, I thought.
Against all efforts, my eyes often drifted to her shapely legs. She kept throwing them up in my face, it seemed. In reality, she was just excited and very relaxed with me. She loved to slouch down in the seat and throw her legs on the dashboard or out the window of the car, leaning her beautiful head against my shoulder as she went on and on about her life.
As we chatted, her movements became more and more relaxed and surprisingly intimate, considering I was her father. A number of times, she was just so overjoyed with excitement, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then, at other times, she'd lean on my shoulder and talk while her slender, young hands caressed my thigh. She had no idea how turned on she was making me, and I hated myself for not having better control, but I'd just gotten back after five years without anybody. Sally and I didn't have time to take care of my raging hormones, and I needed a woman bad.
Shit, I can't believe it! I suddenly realized that I had a full erection stretching down my leg. Shit, shit, shit! It was running down the same leg my daughter was caressing. What was I to do? I didn't want to draw attention to it, and I didn't want to discourage her from being affectionate. She needed a father, and I hadn't been there for her all these years. What would she do if she felt it? Would she freak? Would she realize how horny her old-man was? Would this scar her for life? Oh, what could I do? I tried to think about baseball. I thought about horrible things that were going on in the world. I thought about politics. I tried to do large math problems in my head. Nothing worked. My cock was traveling fast down my thigh, right under where she had her hand resting.
