My mind still swirled when I thought of that night. It felt more like a dream, or a story I read, rather than reality. It was a rare Monday evening, everyone was off doing their own thing and the steady rainfall meant my plans for outside work were shot. Arriving home from work, I decided to take advantage of the peace and quiet and just relax for a bit. I drew a hot bath and stepped in. I perused the internet on my phone briefly, then turned on some music, laid back and closed my eyes.
I was resting dozily, not fully asleep, when I sensed a change in the air of the room. I opened my eyes and saw Gina standing there in all her naked glory. “Hi, Daddy,” she chirped, stepping into the bath and wiggling her way between my legs.
“I thought everyone was gone. That I was alone,” I muttered, still not sure if I was awake or asleep.
“You were. And now you’re not.” Smart ass. Gina proceeded by grabbing the soap and lathering me up. She started at my shoulders, moved to my torso, down one leg and up the other before focusing her attention on the growing appendage bobbing in the water. “We need to talk about our next date.”
“Mmhmm,” was all I could manage.
“I want to go hiking or camping. Just you and me in the woods for a day,” she looked at me intently, “Sound good?”
“Yes, Sweetie. That sounds like a fun idea,” I agreed. Contented with my answer, she picked up the pace with her hands, stroking with vigor as she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I erupted, leaving a puddle on my stomach and a trail down her fingers. Gina cleaned us up with a washcloth, then got out of the tub and left as I laid in stupor.
Regaining my senses, I rinsed off, drained the water and headed to the bedroom. As I entered, I saw Gina, still naked, laying on the bed. She was on her side, one leg up, head propped on her hand. She beckoned to me to join her as she lay on her back and spread her legs invitingly. I approached, crawling onto the bed and between her legs. Gina took my head in her hands and guided me to where she wanted me. Her clean-shaven mound. Glistening with anticipation. I lowered my head and drank deeply from the fresh waters of her love chalice.
"Mmmn she groaned. The sweet taste intoxicated me. I paused, kissing her tender labial lips all over with gentleness; then dove my tongue deep within her, French kissing her, flicking my tongue against her cervix. She arched her back and stiffened her legs. She held a pillow tight to her face and chest as she breathed heavily into it. I continued by placing my index finger just inside her, stimulating the g-spot as my tongue ran laps around her clit. Gina began rocking her body against my face and finger in sporadic jerks as I tried to match her movements. Suddenly, she went board stiff, locking my head between her legs as her orgasm coursed through her. I smiled inwardly at her pleasure.
Gina allowed her body to slump back to the bed. Relaxing her legs, she pulled at my shoulders, coaxing up towards her. I obliged, moving carefully, my member standing full and at the ready. As I moved far enough to look her in the eyes, my member brushed against her sensitive lips causing her to jerk back from the sensation. She grasped my shoulders and rolled me onto my back as she climbed on top, rubbing her wetness against my shaft. Stroking up and down, fighting the overload of sensation she was feeling. The battle between feeling good and overstimulated showed evidently on her face. Slowly, the tortured pleasure turned to ecstasy as her sensitivity subsided, her heat and wetness coating me.
It was here that Gina stopped, rotated her hips and slid her clit along my shaft. The change in sensation causing my cock to spring forward. Gina seized the opportunity, sliding her wet opening to capture my cock. It was just the tip, but I froze in a panic, looking at her with unsurety. “I want to,” was all she said. I nodded. Gina slowly began to inch her way down my shaft. Wet, smooth, hot. Tight. I didn’t know if I would make it until she was in as deep as she wanted. The sensation, the nerves, the fears, the taboo. It was all too much. After what seemed like an eternity, she slid forward, then back down again. I wasn’t fully inside, but inside as much as her body would allow. She moved slowly, deliberately, enjoying every inch, every twitch, every tingle. Her muscles spasmed around me, I could feel them gripping me during every stroke, clamp and release with every pause. Then her muscles clamped and did not release, it was at least 30 seconds. Her arms held me tighter, her legs squeezed my sides and her breathing stopped. I stayed still, fighting the urge to thrust into her.
“Your turn,” she whispered as she resumed her up and down motion. I had been struggling to maintain control up to this point and knew I was not far from release. I my orgasm was imminent when I felt Gina begin to jerk as she tried to maintain rhythm. Her breath came in short gasps and I fought to hold back my orgasm as she tightened around me. A few seconds later (it felt like a lot longer) she began to relax, I thrust in and out few times, then rolled her to the side as I grabbed my member and finished my climax. I tidied myself with the towel I had brought from my bath as Gina looked at me breathless, eyes glazed and full of wonder.
“Thank you,” she said, putting her head on my chest. It was the weirdest, and yet, the most sincere, and heartfelt thing anyone has ever said to me in those tender moments.
The second date. It had been a couple weeks and Gina and I were headed off to the woods for a day of enjoying nature. We had plans for a hike in the morning, then heading back to the family camp to clean and get things ready for the following weekends family reunion. Once the cleanup was done, we would be free to enjoy more outdoor time, if we finished soon enough, otherwise we would be headed home.
We arrived at camp as the sun was beginning to crest the top of the trees, it was already a balmy 75 degrees and we started our hike in t-shirts and shorts. The trail was narrow, trodden bare, and shaded by the tree canopy. It was perfect for hiking as the nights cool air remained in the trees. When we reached the end of the trail, it was late morning. The temperature was much warmer and the shaded areas had lost much of their night coolness. There was a natural spring there that constantly flowed water, so we splashed ourselves with cold water and had a drink.
“It’s going to be hot one,” Gina stated, removing her t-shirt. I watched as she stood there in her sports bra, something I’d seen her do a thousand times, but this time it was different. She splashed herself with cold water, making her nipples erect. I looked away, pretending to be looking at the forest scenery. “It’s O.K., you can look,” Gina came up behind me, taking me in a hug and fondling my cock. I turned, looked at her, hugged her in return, then she kissed me. Deeply, not like a daughter or friend, but as a lover, like that kiss was her life force.
“We should head back,” I sputtered as she released me. My heart was racing faster than it had the entire hike up here. “We have a lot of work to do to get ready for next weekend.”
“O.K.”, she said, faking a pouty demeanor.
We made the trek back to camp in less time, as it was downhill. We talked and goofed around on the way down, and Gina had to stop me a few times to kiss and fondle me, ensuring I was aware of her intentions today. When we arrived back at camp, we ate the sandwiches we had packed and went straight to work cleaning up the cabin. Even with Gina’s goofing around and flirtatious pauses, we finished in just three hours, so we had plenty of time before we had to leave.
“Well, we have a couple hours yet. What would you like to do?”, I asked Gina nervously.
“Swim. I’m hot, sweaty, and dirty, and that lake is looking very inviting.”
“We didn’t bring suits today,” I pointed out, apprehensively.
“We can go in our undies, mine is like a bikini anyway and your boxers are like shorts, so no big deal,” she fired back without hesitation. She wasn’t wrong.
“O.K., let’s go,” I stowed the broom I was holding and headed for the lake. As we approached, Gina removed her shorts and shoes, leaving them at the edge of the sand. She was still in her sports bra, so she didn’t need to remove her shirt. I removed my clothes, placing them next to hers and stood there in my boxers.
“C’mon!” Gina called to me as she trotted toward the water, her ass bouncing as she went. Of course she wore a thong today, I thought, then trotted along after her. Gina splashed into the water, then dove under, coming up with an exclamation of refreshment. I waded in beside her, the water was refreshing, not overly cool, but cooler than the heat of the day. I grabbed Gina by her waist and threw her towards deeper water. She flew through the air with a surprised and gleeful scream before splashing into the water unceremoniously. She popped up beside me and pushed me into the water. This kind of play continued on for a few minutes until we were both breathless.
Gina hung on me, trying to catch her breath, laughing and smiling as I held her to me. She put her feet down and stood facing me, then reached her hand inside my boxers and began stroking me. My body wasted no time responding and giving her the reaction she desired. She kissed me, a smile spread triumphantly across her face, then wrapped her legs around me and lowered herself onto my waiting member. With her arms around my neck, she bobbed against me like a buoy in the water. I cradled her ass in my hands, helping her keep her tempo as she clenched and released me with every stroke. It wasn’t long before she was bucking her hips uncontrollably against me as her hands tried to hold her up from the penetrating pleasure.
“I’ve been thinking of that all day,” she announced as I lowered her back to her feet. “I think I’m done swimming for now. Can we go inside?”
“Of course we can.” I took her hand, and we headed back to shore.
“Great, I have more things to try,” she stated cryptically and gave me a mischievous look.
