SUMMARY: This is a short story about Ellie and her father who are staying overnight in a very hot motel room near New Orleans. The girl wakes in the middle of the night feeling sweaty, sticky and... aroused. She can't help what happens next.
All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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STORY:
[Ch. 1 -- Ellie]
I awoke with a gasp. It was insanely hot. I could feel the pressure of the humid air pressing down on me as I lay in bed next to my father. He was sound asleep. A quick glance at the clock showed me that it was nearly three in the morning. We were staying in a motel outside of New Orleans, on our way west. We had travelled all the way down the Atlantic coast, hopping from motel to hotel as we went. It had been a spontaneous decision to go on this trip. When he had brought it up, I had jumped at the idea eagerly.
Once we got near Florida, the weather had grown uncomfortably warm. There was a hurricane off the southern coast. It was a small one, but big enough to affect the weather, making it hotter even than what was normal down here. We're from Maine, so I wasn't used to the heat.
Something tugged at my mind. I had been dreaming. But not just any dream. A sex dream. Something with sex in it, anyway. Enough to make my body feel tingly. And hot. Oh god, so hot. I couldn't help but start stripping my way out of my clothes. Daddy was asleep, but I didn't think he would care anyway. It was just too hot. I had already kicked the covers away. A few seconds later, I had removed my shirt and shorts and lay beside my slumbering father wearing only a sheer pair of panties.
The air felt thick. I could feel beads of sweat forming all over my skin. My forehead was drenched. Glancing down my naked body, I watched as a big droplet of sweat started trickling down one of my breasts, pooling into the slight indentation in the center of my chest. My breasts were not big. I was eighteen, and I figured these were as big as they would get. Barely speedbumps on my body. I didn't mind, really. Only one boyfriend had seemed to care, and I had dumped him the second I realized it.
The heat started making me feel dizzy. My body felt funny all over, like I was buzzing. I stared down it, focusing on my stomach where more sweat was dripping. It shimmered in a soft, amber light coming in through a crack in the curtain. I sucked in a breath as I realized that I was heavily aroused. From my dream? I tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. I frowned. Why did I have the feeling my daddy had been in my dream? The two concepts didn't belong in the same thought pattern. Sex and daddy. But I couldn't shake the contradicting thoughts, nor the feeling of arousal.
I glanced over at my dad and saw how his body glistened, just like mine. He was covered in sweat, too. He was sleeping shirtless, and I stared at his hairy chest. The angle of the light coming in through the curtain made an odd silhouette against him. I could see individual strands of hair on his chest, highlighted by the amber backlight. I squinted and they blurred slightly. They were damp.
Reaching a hand out slowly, I brushed my fingertip through his chest hair, fascinated at how the little strands wilted under my pressure and sprang back up as I trailed past. Some of them stayed down from the sweat, though. I watched as another bead of sweat literally formed before my eyes, trickling down his muscular chest. He was a very muscular guy. I think his pectorals almost looked larger than my mosquito-bite tits. I ran my finger slowly around his chest, until I reached the edge of one of his nipples. I stared at it. It was ringed by a tiny fringe of damp hair. I lifted myself a little and stared. With the light playing against it, I could see his puffy nipple.
My pussy started throbbing just then. I don't even know why. The heat probably. I was out of breath. Carefully, I slid my finger along daddy's chest, feeling a sheen of sweat give way beneath my slight pressure. I reached the tiny forest of hair surrounding his nipple, fascinated by it. I felt out of breath, my heart hammering. I didn't know what I was doing. I only knew that I couldn't help myself. I slid my finger higher and watched his nipple flatten under the pressure of my caress.
My father sucked in a sharp breath, audible even over the night sounds drifting in through the open window. My pussy tingled strongly. I moaned softly, "Uhhnnn." And I continued to drag my finger back and forth across his nipple. Over and over I tickled it. More sweat formed on his chest, cascading down between his pectorals. Christ it was hot. I could feel it dripping down my body, too. I was slightly on my side, so it ran over the edge of my chest onto the bed.
My eyes opened wide as I watched my daddy's nipple slowly begin to change form. It stiffened, the puffiness around the outside matting down while the tiny bud in the center grew erect. As I continued dragging my fingertip across it, it tickled my skin. I gasped as a bubble of pleasure between my legs begged my attention.
Daddy stirred and I yanked my hand from his chest. I flattened my back on the bed and closed my eyes. I tried to slow my breathing, but it was impossible. I was breathing heavily into the room. It was just so hot. Instinctively, I lifted a hand to my face and fanned myself. My other hand slid down my body toward my pussy. I tightened my muscles suddenly, forcing myself to stop moving. My hand rested on my stomach, twitching to reach lower. My pussy was tingling with pleasure.
"Ellie?" my dad's voice whispered into the room.
