Hello - I'm back, to finish off the story of our study trip.
You'll understand my story better if you read Part One and Part Two before you continue here but that's up to you, no-one says you have to...
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I'd better describe Carol for those of you who appreciate a bit of youthful female beauty. She was, as I've said, just 18 coming up 19 and she always seemed to look a bit tomboyish - shorts and a t-shirt were much preferred to a dress, it seemed. She was tall for her age at around five foot eight but was still some five inches shorter than me. She kept her dark auburn hair cut short, which actually enhanced her pretty neck and showed off her facial features better. She had dainty ears, 'strong' arching eyebrows, deep brown eyes - come-to-bed eyes as they used to say - a slender nose and sweet cupid lips.
Quite honestly I didn't, in those days, know what size she was but I'd guess at perhaps 32B up top; possibly a bit more and probably about size 10 down below; all I knew was that she appeared to have a lovely figure with long legs and wonderfully perky tits.
Me, the other half of the story - I'm Chris. I'm in my late 30s. I wear a small goatee beard and have somewhat unkempt hair; dark brown but lightly peppered with grey already. I'm fairly lean but strong and fit; not gym-fit but fit from plenty of good outdoor living and healthy food and that's me in a nutshell...
My work in environmental studies demanded a good number of wildlife investigative trips to wild and sometimes remote places in and around Britain; a pleasurable interlude, in my opinion, from working in the 'depot' as we called the Society's offices.
And so back to the story...
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Part 3
I need hardly say that we didn't get much more done that day and we simply allowed the hours to flow by, enjoying our new relationship to the full. It was so peaceful in our camp site that it was hard to believe that we'd only got another four days and we'd have to get back to the 'real' world.
A day out tomorrow; a day around the camp and then a last outing the following day with a final day to 'close up the shop' and return to civilization; that's all there was left.
That night we turned the airbeds sideways and zipped the two sleeping bags together and now we had a double bed of sorts that, while not offering perfect comfort because my arse kept slipping down between the two airbeds when I least expected it to; meant at least that we slept together, wrapped if not in each other's arms then at least wrapped in each other's love.
The third day dawned bright and warm again and leaving my new lover to snooze on I was up at my usual time; checking on my overnight cameras. And this time I'd caught both a fox and a several deer coming to the water to drink - fairly mundane subjects but better than nothing. Presumably the other, shyer denizens had been scared away by our happy loving voices last evening. Perhaps I'd catch some of them another day...
But today there was another outing - a longer trip that required us to head across the estate to the grasslands. Once fields, they'd gone back to nature and they now, we understood, held a small population of Lapwings. Once common birds, they were now quite rare and the Society needed us to confirm the sightings and wanted to know how many birds there now were.
As usual Carol eventually appeared from the tent, stretching and displaying her glorious body to the sun and to me, not that I felt embarrassed any more. She still stirred my loins though and I was almost glad when she eventually got dressed - not that she put on a whole lot!
We chomped our way through some more trail bars rather than porridge - I didn't want us to feel weighed down by a heavy meal and finally Carol and I gathered our necessary gear and we trudged off. We had a good two hours or so of walking ahead of us so we kept moving at a fair rate today and since I knew the way, I led us, which was a bit annoying because I had no chance to perv at Carol's pert, tight little bouncing bum and long luscious legs or even to just enjoy the womanly sway of her hips. Never mind, we had a long way to go and lots of walking to do, so I cast such thoughts from my mind as we marched on, but the images of her luscious body kept returning to me, interrupting my scientific musings and observations that I was trying to make as we travelled.
Perhaps an hour later I pretty well gave in to my erotic thoughts. I sighed, thinking of all the pleasure I was missing and Carol heard me and looked around.
"What's up Dad?" she asked, "Feeling horny already? Didn't you get your oats this morning?"
I laughed because I'd really done my best not to feel that way until now but now that she'd stopped and turned round, sexual ideas began to take over and flood into my brain.
Carol was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that had actually once been one of mine, so it was a really loose fit on her and it looked as if she was ready for a photo-shoot; she was glowing with warmth and sweat as if she'd been sprayed for the camera and she looked so very desirable. She'd opted to wear that t-shirt today so that she'd keep as cool as possible but in the process she was revealing to me what seemed like most of her tits; well, almost down to her nipples and plenty of side-boob, at any rate!
"Always feel horny when I'm near you," I replied loving the expanse of exposed breasts, "I could eat you for breakfast then fuck you for lunch and again for dinner; you make me so hungry!"
"Well, you missed breakfast," said my daughter, laughing and smiling broadly, "But perhaps we could manage some elevenses!"
My eyes locked onto hers before almost automatically slipping down to scan her breasts and Carol saw the movement and she smiled.
"Do you need to have a feel then?" she asked, rubbing her hands over her breasts and now cupping them from below. She tweaked her nipples, causing them to stand up against the material of her top as she pulled it tight over her delicious breasts.
"Come on then, my lover, touch me, hold me," she said.
As she spoke Carol stepped closer to me, her tongue running around her lips and her eyes shining with sexual excitement and I simply couldn't help but reach up and place my hands over her breasts, simply adoring the feel of her warm, firm mounds and the hardness of her little nipples.
Carol purred with pleasure as I moulded her flesh and I felt my penis begin jerking towards a hard-on in my shorts.
I took one hand from her breast and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer to me; bringing her breasts up against my chest and my now-hard cock up against her pussy.
"I do love you so much," I said, "I want to love you all the time and I want to keep you so filled with my cock."
I groaned as Carol rubbed her pussy against my straining penis.
"Shall I let him out?" she asked.
My reply wasn't needed as her hands dropped to my shorts and quickly undid the clasp, my shorts dropping to my ankles. I stepped out of them as Carol's hand snaked inside my boxers, grasping my stiff organ.
"Ooooh Dad, you're so hard already!" said Carol as her hand began to caress my cock, "Guess we'd better do something about it."
So saying she stood back, shrugged off her rucksack and undid her own shorts; I dropped my own rucksack as well as I stood and looked at her.
Carol moved to a soft-looking patch of grass and lifted her t-shirt off over her head, leaving her standing there in just her frilly little pink knickers.
"What would you like to do Dad," she asked and I found myself almost growling a reply.
"I want to get inside you again darling," I groaned, "I want to fuck you and fuck you..."
"Well come on then," said Carol as she laid herself down, lifting her hips so she could slide her knickers down and off, "I'm all hot and ready for you!"
