I finally got my second date two weeks later.  It turned out to be a double header, as we were heading to camp to clean up for the family reunion the following weekend.  That was fine with me.  I had the whole day, just him and me.  We were going to hike in the morning, then clean when we got back.  He promised we’d hang out if we finished early enough. If not, we would be going home.  No way I was letting that happen.

We arrived early, but the day was already getting warm and humid.  Thankfully, the well-beaten path through the woods was well shaded and cool.  It took a couple of hours to reach the end of the trail. We cooled ourselves with water from the spring and had a drink while we rested a moment.

“It’s going to be a hot one,” I offered as I removed my t-shirt.  I stood there in just my sports bra as he watched me.  This was nothing new; he’d seen me run around like this dozens of times, but I could tell in his eyes that it was different now.  Good.  I splashed myself with more cold water from the spring and felt my nipples harden under the thin fabric.  He looked away, like he had found something more interesting in the trees.

I walked up behind him, wrapped my arms around him, and cradled his cock in one hand. “It’s okay, you can look.”  He turned to look at me and return my embrace.  Now was my chance.  I kissed him, as deeply and passionately as I could, trying to drink in his essence.  As I released him, he tried to compose himself. Tried.

“We should head back,” he uttered shakily.  I could feel his heart drumming in his chest.  “We have a lot of work to do to get ready for next weekend.”

“Okay,” I relented, sticking my lip out, feigning a pouting expression.  I had no problem with it, really.  The sooner we finished, the sooner we could enjoy time together.

The trip back to camp was downhill and only took an hour. But I didn’t want him to lose track of what I was expecting, so I made sure to stop him to kiss him and grope him several times on the way back.  When we arrived back at the cabin, we ate the sandwiches we had brought, then began cleaning up.  It wasn’t a daunting task, just the off-season dust, changing linens, and cleaning the windows.

As we cleaned, I made a point of bending over in front of him, brushing up against him when clearly there was enough room for me to move around, “accidentally” getting tangled in the sheets, and the occasional blatant caress of his package.  Little did he know that what I really wanted to do was just throw him down and rip his clothes off.  I’d been thinking of this day for two weeks, and my body was flush with desire.

We finished around three o’clock, and I knew that I would have plenty of time to explore my desires.

“Well, we have a couple of hours yet. What would you like to do?” He asked nervously, not sure what exactly I had planned.

“Swim. I’m hot, sweaty, and dirty, and that lake is looking very inviting.”

“We didn’t bring suits today,” he stated, even more nervously.

“We can go in our undies, mine is like a bikini anyway, and your boxers are like shorts, so no big deal,” I responded quickly, having had this conversation in my head a thousand times already. He couldn’t deny the logic. 

“O.K., let’s go,” he surrendered and headed for the lake. I was giddy as we approached the lake. I removed shorts and shoes, leaving them at the edge of the sand. I never put my t-shirt back on, so I was still in my sports bra.  I was ready in two seconds.  I watched as he took off his clothes.  He still had a good body, the remnants of his younger physique evident, even though he was starting to show his dad-bod.  He put his clothes next to mine and stood there looking at me.

“C’mon!” I called to him as I jogged down to the water, purposely exaggerating my steps to make my breasts and ass bounce just a little more.  The white thing I wore displayed all of my ass to him and would look inviting once it was wet.  I dove in, relishing in the cool water.  When I emerged, Daddy had made it to the water, and he came over to stand beside me.

Without warning, he grabbed me and threw me into deeper water. I screamed in surprise, though I should have known it was coming; we had been doing this since I was little.  I hit the water in a tangle of flailing arms and legs, but quickly recovered, swimming up to him for a sneak attack. I burst out of the water, pushing him over. 

When we were finished with our playful battle, I clung to him, catching my breath. My legs were loosely draped around him, and I could feel his manhood against me as I bobbed in the water.  I put my feet down and reached one hand inside his boxers to grasp him.  I had barely started stroking as he grew in my hand. Victory was mine.  I kissed him passionately, then I returned to my previous state of clinging to him with my legs wrapped around him. I slid my thong to the side and lowered myself onto Daddy’s engorged cock.

The water, the weightlessness, the heat between us. It was all perfect. Better than I had imagined.  As I moved, Daddy held my ass, allowing me to focus on flexing my muscles to grip his shaft tighter with each upstroke. The anticipation of it all had me fluttering erratically in no time.  My body twitched against him, splashing water everywhere, as my hands searched for purchase on his wet skin. As my orgasm subsided, I lowered my feet back to the sandy lake bed.

“I’ve been thinking of that all day,” I announced breathlessly. “I think I’m done swimming for now. Can we go inside?”

“Of course we can,” he responded, taking my hand.

“Great, I have more things to try,” I claimed, with what I hoped was a naughty look.