The drive out to the campsite felt like a journey into another world. Trees lined the winding road, their branches stretching overhead to form a canopy that filtered the sunlight into golden patches. I tapped my fingers nervously on the steering wheel, unsure of how this trip would unfold. It had been years since I’d last seen my dad—years filled with awkward phone calls and sporadic texts after my parents’ divorce. Yet, when he invited me to go camping, something in his voice made me say yes. Maybe it was curiosity or the hope that we could patch up whatever had frayed between us.
When I pulled into the gravel clearing that served as the campsite parking lot, I spotted him immediately. He was crouched by a half-assembled tent, his back to me, wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans that had seen better days. His once-dark hair was streaked with grey, and the lines around his eyes were deeper than I remembered. Still, when he turned and saw me, his face lit up with the same warm smile that used to greet me when I ran into his arms as a kid.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said, walking over as I stepped out of the car. He wrapped me in a bear hug, and for a moment, all the years and distance melted away.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, trying not to choke up. The familiar scent of pine and campfire clung to him, bringing back flashes of childhood trips to the lake. “You’ve been busy,” I added, gesturing to the half-erect tent.
“Yeah, I forgot how much of a pain these things can be. Guess I’m out of practice,” he said with a sheepish grin. “But it’s good to see you. You ready for some quality time in the great outdoors?”
I nodded, smiling. “Absolutely.”
After unloading my gear—mostly snacks, a change of clothes, and some lightweight layers—I slipped into my camping outfit: a low-cut tank top that dipped showing slight cleavage and snug jean shorts. It was hot, and I figured being comfortable was the priority. I tied my hair back and joined Dad at the campsite, where he handed me a mallet to help with the tent stakes.
The afternoon passed in a flurry of activity: setting up camp, gathering firewood, and navigating the uneven ground in my worn-out sneakers. Dad was chatty, his voice tinged with nostalgia as he told me about his recent fishing trips and the renovations he’d been doing on his house. I listened, occasionally chiming in with updates about my life—college, work, and the occasional misadventure. It was easy, almost natural, like we were finding our rhythm again.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the air grew cooler, and the first stars began to blink in the darkening sky. We sat by the campfire, its flames casting flickering shadows on the surrounding trees. The scent of burning wood mingled with the sweetness of the marshmallows we roasted, their edges caramelizing to a golden brown.
“You’ve grown up so much,” Dad said suddenly, his gaze fixed on my cleavage and just stared as he adjusted his crotch. “I missed a lot, didn’t I?”
I shrugged, poking at my marshmallow with a stick. “We both missed a lot,” I admitted. “But we’re here now.”
He looked over at me, his eyes softening. “I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.”
“I wasn’t sure either,” I confessed, offering a small smile. “But I’m glad I did, open another beer I am just going to put my nightie on ill be back.”
I got up and went to the tent, slipping into my thin, silk nightie that left little to the imagination. The cool night air made me shiver, my nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric. I didn’t bother with a bra or underwear—it was just me and my dad, after all.
When I returned to the campfire, I found him looking at me with a curious expression. I sat down next to him, and he handed me a s’more. We sat in silence for a few moments, eating our sweet treats and enjoying the crackling fire.
But as the night went on, I found myself feeling more and more at ease with my dad. Maybe it was the wine we’d been sharing, or the warmth of the fire, but something inside me began to feel a little reckless.
I leaned closer to him, our thighs touching. “You know, I’m glad we’re here together,” I said softly.
He turned to me, his gaze intense. “Me too, kiddo. I’ve missed you.”
“I am not a kiddo haha, I am 18 and big now,” I said, inching closer.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Samantha, can you tell me more about you so we can catch up,” he said, opening another beer.
“I am a 34c bra size, I modelled a bit after high school, I also like to party and have fun. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. I’m still figuring out what I want to do with my life.” I said, inching even closer to him.
He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “Well, I’m glad you’re exploring and finding yourself. And I’m happy to be a part of that journey.”
“What about you dad, what have you been up to since the divorce?” I asked, my hand brushing against his.
He took a deep breath. “Well, I’ve been dating a bit, but nothing serious. I’ve been focusing on work and my hobbies. I’ve also been doing a lot of self-reflection, trying to understand where I went wrong in my marriage and how I can be a better partner in the future.”
“So I never understood why you and mom split up, why?” I asked while opening a beer.
“Because I was ashamed, it was all my fault. I was the type of guy who went after younger girls, but only 18 and above.” He said, taking a sip of his own beer. “I was selfish and thought I could have it all—a successful career, a young girl on the side, and a family. But I was wrong. I couldn’t balance it all, and I ended up losing what mattered most to me: my relationship with your mom and you. I’m sorry for that, and I’m trying to make things right. Look at me now 62 years old and a pathetic old man with hormones.”
I caught him looking at the top of my thigh, he noticed that I caught him looking and turned away.
I reached out and touched his hand. “It’s okay, Dad. I forgive you. And I’m glad we can talk about this. It’s important to be honest and open with each other. I don’t mind that you like younger, honestly, my last boyfriend was 44.”
We were tipsy very tipsy and we made our way into the tent.
“Wait… there is only one sleeping bad dad,” I said, giggling a bit.
“I know, I didn’t think this through,” he replied, looking a bit embarrassed. “I guess we’ll have to share.”
We got in the sleeping bag I had my back facing him, it was a tight squeeze he felt awkward as he had to spoon me as there was no room.
I could feel his breath on my neck, and his arms wrapped around me. I felt a strange mix of emotions: comfort, familiarity, and something else I couldn’t quite place. I wiggled a bit, trying to get more comfortable, and my ass brushed against his crotch. I felt him stiffen, and I realized he was getting turned on.
I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him, and he looked away, embarrassed. “It’s okay, Dad. I don’t mind, you’re a guy it’s natural.”
I made the decision for him. I reached behind me and rubbed his crotch through his briefs. He let out a low groan, and I could feel him growing harder under my touch.
“Darling stop doing that,” he I didn’t stop, instead, I pulled his cock out from his briefs and started to stroke it. He was big, and I could feel how hard he was getting with each pump of my hand. I let out a soft moan as I felt him grow inside my hand.
My other hand went up my nightie I slid my knickers down to my thighs. I held his cock near my entrance, I put some spit on my hand and lubed his cock head. I pushed my ass back against him as he sank deep inside my cunt.
“W-what are you doing honey, this is… this is… ah fuck you feel good,” he said as he tightly gripped my hips and started to pump his cock into me. I moaned louder as he filled me up, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. I reached down to touch myself, feeling my own wetness as my dad fucked me from behind. It was taboo, and wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him, needed him, right now.
We moved together, our bodies synced up in a rhythm as old as time itself. His cock hit my G-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I felt myself getting close, my legs shaking as I neared the edge.
“I-I should stop… this… ah fuck your pussy feels so good, Samantha,” he gasped, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Yes… that feels so good dad, keep going ahh yes,” I moaned, just listening to his every breath and the wet sounds as he slammed his dick into me.
I pulled the neckline of my nightie and popped one of my boobs out of my bra. I took his hand and put it on my boob as he continue to fuck my pussy.
“Do you like my tits,” I said in between moans.
“Yes, oh God, yes, they’re beautiful, just like you,” he murmured, squeezing my breast gently. His other hand reached down to where we were connected, and he began to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. I cried out, my orgasm building rapidly.
“Don’t stop, oh God, don’t stop!” I begged, feeling the pressure build inside me. With one final thrust, I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own peak.
The sensation of my pussy tightening around his cock triggered his own release. “Samantha,” he groaned, spilling his seed deep inside me.
Breathless, he slipped out of me and fell onto his back. Our bodies were slicked with sweat, our breathing heavy. I felt a mix of emotions, pleasure, and guilt, but most of all, I felt closer to my father than ever before. I never thought we’d have this kind of experience, but I couldn’t deny the connection between us.
Neither of us spoke for several minutes, just lying there and trying to catch our breath. Finally, my father broke the silence. “Samantha… that was… I can’t believe we did that.”
I looked over at him and gave him a small, apologetic smile. “I know, Dad. I’m sorry, it just happened. But… I don’t regret it.”
He looked at me with surprise, then a smile. “Neither do I, oh fuck I needed that.” We both laughed softly. I snuggled into him, feeling safe and warm in his arms. Maybe this camping trip wouldn’t be so bad after all. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think about how this unexpected experience might just bring us closer than ever before.