For my eighteenth birthday, my dad took me camping. The tent was tiny and we only had one sleeping bag. We were by a lake, but we weren" t fishing.
One evening I got very hot, my dad" s muscular body meant I was very well insulated. I stripped naked.

I slept between his arms and his hands brushed my stomach. When I woke up, he was still there, but I had his hand was massaging my thigh. We just lay in bed that day, until five o" clock in the evening, when he was hungry.

We cooked spaghetti hoops and ate them wearing our trousers. When I had finished, I moved over and sat in his lap. He cradled me and kissed my forehead. He looked around, " The lake looks so inviting, he said, do you fancy a dip?"  I said yes, and he stood me up and took down his trousers, " I forgot to bring trunks!"  he laughed.
" Me too " I smiled, I hadn" t really.
" Well it will have to be a skinny dip then."  His voice was husky and playful. I took down my trousers and stood naked with him. My hips subtly pressed against his side. He took me by the hand and led me to the water. I wasn" t a very good swimmer. He was floating on his back, I climbed on top.

I felt his penis start to rise.

I told him I was cold and wanted to go back to the tent and that I was cold. He obliged and carried me back. On the way there, it started to rain heavily. He said the mud was sloppy and he couldn" t carry me. He put me down, but I tripped and fell face first in the mud.

He kneeled down to pick me up, but I felt his hand squeeze my bottom. He started touching my hole, and playing with it. He put one hand on my back and forced a slimy penis into me. " You" re so dirty."  he said, I was covered in mud. He took his penis out and flipped me over so I was on my back. He re-entered me and made hard thrusts, pushing me into the mud. He started to moan and so did I, then he withdrew and cummed on my belly. The rain was so heavy.

He picked me up and carried me to the lake.

" Let" s wash you off" he said.