College Road Trip with Dad

The morning passed in a bit of a haze. We bumped along the road in silence, sitting side by side in the van, sipping coffee and closing the remaining distance to the college. My mind revisited the night before and the early morning hours. I was still basking in the relaxing glow that multiple orgasms had giving me. A slight tingling sensation still radiated throughout my body and my heart sped up as I remembered my first glimpse of my dad's big cock under the motel sheets. The feeling of it throbbing in my hands as I squeezed it.

And more than that, the dawning realization that I wanted to do more. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to touch it. God, I wanted to taste it. The idea of taking him into my mouth, tasting that slick precum that had seeped from the tip of his penis. I had to catch myself before I got too turned on. My heart was racing and I was starting to get wet again. Time to calm down. We still had a long day ahead of us.

As if reading my mind, at that moment my dad turned and broke the silence.

"Long day ahead of us, huh?" he said.

"Yep!" I responded, somewhat dumbed.

"Did you sleep ok?" he added, almost as an afterthought.

I turned to look at him. Was he really just innocently asking that question or was he trying to give me a chance to talk about what really happened last night? There was no way to know. I still didn't know what he had heard. Had he really been listening to that other father and daughter, fucking in the other room? Had he actually masturbated at the thought? Was he really asleep when I was touching his cock? Part of me wished that he was still blissfully unaware of all of it, but another part of me secretly hoped that he was just as turned on by this situation as I was. But in the end, I decided to play it safe with my answer.

"Yeah, I slept great, Daddy." I replied, "what about you?"

He paused long enough that I glanced over again. He was slowly nodding he head while staring straight ahead through the windshield.

"Actually, I was afraid I would be up tossing and turning all night, because of that cramped little bed and the heat," he began, "But honestly, I haven't slept as good in years."

I blushed and smiled to myself.

"I feel like a new man." he continued.

At that point, I couldn't help glancing down at his lap. He was wearing a black t-shirt for one of those old 90s grunge bands that he loves so much and a pain of khaki cargo shorts. I couldn't tell if it was just the way the parts were laying to if there was something else going on, but I swear it looked like I would make out the outline of he cock through the pants. I tried to shake this thought away and looked out at the oncoming road.

It was another hour or so until we pulled into the University complex and followed the signs for new prospective students. There was a long line of cars and we drove slowly through the parking lot, trying to find the right place to go. Eventually, we saw a group of girls my age standing off to one side holding up signs welcoming us to the College For a Weekend. Dad slowed down and rolled down his window. Two girls bounced over and practically plastered themselves against the car.

A blonde with impossibly long legs and boobs that were barely contained my her tight sorority shirt leaned in to the window.

"Hi there!" she said in a annoyingly fake sing-song voice.

"Hi!" my dad said, "I wonder if you could help us?"

"Of course," she said, giggling, "that's what we're here for."

I just stared as she actually leaned in a rested her fake breasts on the open car door, which only served to further pull her t-shirt fabric down and expose another inch of tan cleavage. My dad swallowed hard and continued.

"We're here for the College Weekend thing." he stammered, "my daughter is anyway. Uh."

"Oh Awesome! she said. and at that, the girl leaned even further into the car, I guess to see me, and extended her arm in through the window to shake my hand.

"Hi!!" she said, "I'm Becky!" she grabbed my hand and shook it.

"Hi." I responded dully, "And I'm Bethany."

She continued shaking my hand and it wasn't lost on my that her tits were now directly in my dad's face.

"Do you know where we're supposed to go?" I asked. "to get signed in or whatever?"

"Of course," Becky giggled again, finally withdrawing her nearly topless frame from the car. She pointed to a long building in the distance and explained that was where the student registration and welcome party was being held. We thanked her and drove off. As soon as we did I looked over at my dad and was annoyed to see his cheeks flushed red.

"Well they were nice." he said, grinning sheepishly.

"When you say 'they' are you talking about the girls or her tits?" I asked sarcastically.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he said, a little too quickly, but then we looked at each other for a long moment and began to laugh.

Soon enough we had parked and found the registration building. I was slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people walking around. Even though I know that I am almost 19, but for some reason everyone there seemed much older and more mature than me.

We picked up some itineraries and studied them. There was a lot to do in a short time and I knew we had to try to get our money's worth out of it. I circled three or four classes that I wanted to sit in on for a while. There were also meetings with different student groups and Q&A sessions with the different University departments about the degree programs. It looked like it was going to be a full day. After comparing notes with Dad, we decided that we would go with a group leaving in the next 10 minutes on a tour of the different dorm options. Then after that we would split up. I would sit in on classes and he would attend a parent seminar with a financial advisor, who could give him all the ins and outs of scholarships and things like that.

We grabbed a couple cups of complimentary coffee from the front desk and them headed outside to wait for the campus bus to take the group around. As I followed a few steps behind my dad, I was slightly shocked to see him glancing at the college girls. Several times. He wasn't being creepy by any means, and to be fair, there was a lot of skin on display, but I guess I had never really noticed my dad checking women out before.

And what shocked me even more was that I also noticed several girls looking him up and down. I had just recently realized that he was an objectively good looking guy, but now that I saw him standing side by side all these other dads, it was painfully obvious that he was way ahead of the curve.

We stood, bunched together toward the back of a group of 20-30 others as the buss...tram...whatever it was slid to a stop in front of us. The rush of college students and middle aged parents clambered aboard and Dad and I were two of the last to get on. As we walked down the middle aisle we realized that there were no seats together. Dad sat down about midway back in an aisle seat and I continued toward the back of the buss and found another empty single seat. I squeezed past two particularly skanky girls who were huddled together talking in low voices and situated myself against the window seat.

The buss started off with a lurch and I contented myself with gazing out the window. It was a beautiful cool summer day with a pleasant breeze and a blue sky full of billowing white clouds. The ideal setting for presenting this school campus, as if they were able to hand pick the weather conditions. I watched as the ornate building passed by, tall brick walls, white columns, walkways and courtyards. It was a like stepping into a dream. I tried not to get my hopes up about actually coming to this school.

Then, as I was peacefully day dreaming about living here, I was pulled back to the present when my mind registered the words that the skanky girls next to me were saying. I had overheard them as I sat down and knew they were talking about boys in some graphic detail, but now I realized that they were rating people they had seen on the bus. "Black Foo Fighters T-shirt" is the sentence that pulled me back to reality. I kept looking out the window, by keyed in on what they were saying. They were trying to be discreet, but not managing it too well.

"...oh yeah." the other one had just replied. "I wish he was my daddy!"

The sniggered and giggled.

"I love his hair" the first one continued, "and his cute little beard. I love grinding on a beard like that."

"And those arms!" the second one said, "he definitely works out."

"Definitely!" the first one agreed.

"He looks like he could throw you around." They both laughed.

"Do you think he's a spanker?" skank one asked.

"Of course." skank two confirmed. "He has a kinky side. You can just tell. I bet he'd pull my hair and slap my ass."

They both laughed again. I couldn't believe I was hearing these two girls fantasize about my father, who was also just a few rows away. And yet, I was strangely turned on at the same time, knowing that I had just held his cock in my hand earlier that morning.

"And I bet he has a huge cock!" the first girl continued.

"Mmm Hmm!" the second girl confirmed, "I'm sure it's easily ten inches long!"

At that statement there was a pause. The first girl looked annoyed as she turned on her friend.

"Now you've spoiled it, Jen!" she said, "You always do that, with the unrealistic and comically foolish '10 inch cock'. Jesus, can't we just say its big?"

"Whatever, bitch! You've just never seen a 10 inch cock."

"Well, you've never even seen a 5 inch cock. And that horse dildo you play with doesn't count."

And with that, the descended into sniping at each other and seemingly forgot about my dad. I was more than happy to get to our first destination and exit the buss. I was the very last one off and found my dad standing to the side waiting for me. As I approached, I couldn't help one more glance down to his cock. I realized that the first time I saw it in bed, that was exactly the thought that went through my head. Now I questioned myself. I know I am a virgin and I was definitely caught up in the moment. Was 10 inches really unrealistic? It sure felt huge to me, but maybe that was just my naivete seeing what I wanted to. Either way, I knew that it was amazing and I couldn't stop thinking about it. If I had a chance, I would get another look at it soon and be able to measure it more objectively.

Just then I snapped to. I was standing two feet in front of my dad. He had just said something to me, but it hadn't registered. I realized with horror that I had been standing directly in front of him with my eyes glued to his crotch. He had noticed it too and I had to scramble to get my senses alert enough to catch was he said the second time.

"I said, are you ready, space cadet?" he said, smiling.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sorry!" I said, "I was just out of it for a second."

"Yeah, it got a little hot on that buss, didn't it?" he responded.

With that, we turned and followed the crowd into the first dorm. The next hour passed pleasantly enough. We ended up seeing four different style living situations. The first was like a small apartment. With two bedrooms that each held two girls. There was a shared bathroom, living space, and full kitchen, as well as four private parking spaces. Then we moved on to a larger quad style room. up to four girls in a room and 4 rooms in each quad. Then there was the traditional dorm that didn't include a kitchen at all and had a large communal bathroom for the whole floor. And finally there was the academic scholars lofts. Lots of space, but farthest away from the rest of the campus.

My head was in a blur by the time we made it back to the library for my next appointment. As much as I wanted to focus on the afternoon's classes, I found my mind wandering back to sex over and over. I couldn't get my dad out of my head. I'm normally not like this. At all. I've never thought of myself as a prude, but I've also never been obsessed with sex. I told myself it was just a fluke and I just needed to spend the rest of the afternoon with my mind on other things in order to jog myself out of it. Since that was the plan anyway, I hugged my dad goodbye and told him to have a good time while I checked out classes.

He was in good spirits as he walked away, but as my eyes lingered on him for a few extra moments, I saw yet another 20 something coed do a double take and appraise him. I was instantly jealous and felt blood rushing to my ears. He was mine. No one else could have him. No, he was my dad, I was jealous for my mom! He was my mom's! He was a married man. No, he was old enough to be that girl's father. Why was she looking at him. He wasn't her father. He was mine. He was all mine! I was getting nowhere thinking like this. I hurried off to my classes.

I'd like to say that I was able to put it totally out of my mind and I focused on the academic nature of the classes and had some very deep and introspective thoughts about my life and future and career, but honestly I just kept picturing the professors naked and comparing them to my dad. By the end of the day, I was just an turned on as ever. Dad texted me to meet him out front by the registration building. It was close getting late and we hadn't eaten since we had met up earlier for a quick lunch in the student dining facility. I saw him from across the large lawn and started making my way over to him. He was leaning against a wall and looking around at the impressive building just as I had done earlier. As I drew closer I watched as a group of four stunning female students cross in front of him and to my surprise he glanced up at them and then just as quickly looked away. I was then overcome again with a rush of genuine affection for him. It was much more than just an animalistic sexual lust. I really loved him. He made me feel happy and safe and beautiful and valued.

He saw me when I was about 20 feet away and strode toward my. I held out my arms for a hug and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug that I leaned into. He held me close, not saying anything, just holding me. The hug went on for a good twenty seconds before I broke away. I loved that he didn't care who was around. I felt like in that moment I was his whole world. As we broke apart, he reached into his pocket and held out a red envelope. He waggled it in front of my, smiling his goofy dad smile.

"What have you got there?" I asked

"Just a little surprise." he said, "I won a raffle at one of the parent events this afternoon."

"Oh really?" I said, genuinely intrigued.

"Uh huh!" he replied, "I had us booked at a Motel 6 a few miles from campus, but I called and canceled after I won this. Check it out."

He handed me the envelope and I opened it to find a glossy brochure for what looked like a five star resort. My eyes caught on the prominent embossed letters reading, "VIP Package" across the top.

"Its right here in town and its a HUGE upgrade from the cheap motel." he explained and I flipped through the pages and saw massages and hot tubs and lobsters on silver platters.

"Awesome!" I said, "I can't wait!"

Minutes later we were at our car and then shortly after we had figured our way out of the maze of campus parking, we were headed to the resort. After such a long day of walking it felt nice to get off my feet.

"Should we grab some food on the way?" Dad asked, "or check out the Hotel and resort and see what they have to offer?"

"Definitely the hotel." I said, "Did you see this part about "two all-inclusive, world-class cuisine restaurants?"

"I guess I missed that." he said and then we laughed.

The hotel was just as impressive in person. As we walked into the lobby I stared at the marble floors and fountain, gently trickling water, and the dozens of hanging plants creating an exotic feeling alongside a welcoming atmosphere. Dad got us checked in and soon we were in the elevator going up to the 5th floor. Soft, soothing music was playing in the background and I noticed that even the elevator smelled good. The doors opened and we stepped out onto the thick carpet and made our way down the hall to our room.

When we walked into the suite and turned on the lights our jaws dropped. It was huge. We walked into a small sitting room with a couch and giant flat screen TV, then though into the master bedroom with an extra large king size four post bed, another couch, easy chair and then another room off that bedroom with another bed, a small desk and another impressive TV.

"Much better than the motel, huh?" my dad said.

"Shh-yeah!" I said, still goggling around.

I let out a little squeak when I opened up the door to the bathroom and saw the free standing shower on one size and the full size bathtub on the other. But what surprised me the most was what Dad found waiting on the balcony.

"Woah!" I heard him call, "come check this out!"

I hurried back through the suite into the master bedroom and then out onto the balcony. Past the two fully reclining wooden deck chairs was a high tech jacuzzi. Dad had just pulled the cover off and hit a switch. Lights turned on under the water and the jets kicked on.

"This is going to feel so good on my feet." he began, "after the day we've had walking around."

I agreed. Just then there was a knock at the door and we went back inside. It was a porter some sort of gift basket.

"Here you are sir," he said, handing the basket to my dad, "compliments of the resort. Part of the deluxe package."

"Oh, uh, thank you!" my dad managed after a minute of gawking. Then he finally managed to pull out of few bucks for a tip and the porter turned to go.

Closing the door, we brought the basket over to the table and began to unwrap it's contents. There was a bottle of wine, a package of chocolate covered strawberries, some nuts, crackers and cheese, and two small bottles of something I couldn't make out. Dad quickly blushed and pushed them to the side.

"Oh my god!" he said under his breath. "I think this might have been a 'honeymoon package' or some sort of 'lover's package'."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

At that he pushed the two bottles across the table and I read them. The first was something called "warming gel" and had a picture of a man and a woman embracing topless. The second was marked "personal lubricant" and I saw that it was scented "French vanilla". There was another risqué image of a man and a woman. Definitely not a girl and her father. I felt a stirring inside me and the thoughts I had been trying to keep at bay began edging back into my mind. I pushed the bottles aside and unwrapped the strawberries. My dad was looking at me curiously, but I was trying not to notice. I took a bite of a big juicy strawberry and juice began running down my bottom lip and onto my chin. Just then I glanced up and saw my dad quickly turn away. I couldn't be certain, but I think I saw him attempt to adjust a bulge in his pants as I glanced down.

I turned away too and felt my heart beating even faster.

"Do you want to get some food?" my dad asked after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"I'm not super hungry right now." I said, "Maybe in a bit. I'd rather check out that hot tub first."

He was silent again for a long moment before I heard him say, "Sounds good." almost under his breath.

My heart was pounding now as I walked the short length back to the balcony. I didn't bring a swim suit and I knew that he didn't either. Without specifically addressing the issue. I stepped to the door of the balcony. Dad was seated on the edge of his bed directly behind me. I slid the door open, feeling the cool breeze enter the room and hearing the muffled sounds of the street and the city five floors beneath us. The sun was still up, but getting close to setting. Without looking back at my father, I kicked off both shoes, then reached down and unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I then reached up and pulled my tight tank top up over my head and dropped it next to my pants. I was now standing there feet away from my dad in my white bra and cotton panties.