After dad and I had finished kissing, while sitting there at the picnic table, shame and embarrassment must have crept into his mind as he abruptly stopped kissing me and stood up.
"Sweetie, I'm not feeling very well all of a sudden so perhaps it would be best if we went back home."
He started gathering our stuff up and I asked him, "Dad, are you really not feeling good or are you bothered by what just happened?"
He paused for a moment while looking around, then said, "I don't know, pumpkin, I guess it's just a lot to take in right now, so I need to process it alone for a while, okay?"
He then looked at me briefly, smiled and went back to gathering our stuff up, so I figured it would be best if I left him alone and try not to overthink it. The only thing I really thought of at that moment though was that my pussy was aching, and I wanted was to feel his beautiful cock slide inside me, no, check that, I NEEDED to be fucked by my dad!
When we got back home, dad immediately went about putting everything away, keeping terribly busy as if to avoid me, so I decided it best if I just went in and took a shower to get the lake water off me. I felt a little hurt inside as I hoped that by the time we got back home, he would be okay, and we could talk about our little escapade.
As I stood there under the steaming hot water, I could not help but replay what happened at the lake in my mind, while I washed myself down. After rinsing, I gave my pussy a fresh shave around the lips, up each side of my bikini line, and just over the top of my neatly trimmed bush. Touching myself while doing that, only adding to the already over the top horniness I felt, as the thoughts of dad continued.
The beauty and splendor of his cock, the silkiness of his hard flesh as it slid past my lips, tasting his seminal fluid flowing into my mouth and throat when he groaned out his pleasure. I wanted him again and again; I thought as my fingers now worked feverishly in and around my wet cunt. I leaned against the shower wall, convulsing, as my second orgasm of the day wrecked my body, making my knees too weak to stand.
As soon as it subsided, I slowly lowered myself down to the shower floor and sobbed from the pent-up sexual frustration I felt. The only way to satisfy this type of insatiable hunger to have him, but the way he was acting now, trying to avoid me, I was not sure if that was going to happen and that only made me cry harder.
I figured it would be best if I just stayed in my room for the rest of the day to give him some space, so after drying off from my shower, I put on a pair of loose shorts and an oversized t-shirt, then laid down on my bed and turned on the TV, hoping to keep my mind busy and away from sex, at least for a while.
It was about an hour or so later when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was dad.
"Pumkin? Can I come in," he asked from outside the door?
Instantly my body started tingling again, just hearing his voice as I looked at the door and said in a quiet voice, "Yeah, dad, come on in."
He came in closed the door behind him then moved over and sat at the bottom of my bed. I was reclining there on my back, propped up a little with a pillow behind me with one leg pulled up a little and the other straight out as I looked at him, waiting for him to say something as he just sat there for a moment looking around the room.
He looked directly at me, cleared his throat a little then spoke, "Sweetie, I think we need to talk about today."
