The next day, after coffee and a shower, I tell him about his second surprise, three nights at a hot springs resort an hour away. We'll have a private cabin with an outdoor tub supplied by the natural hot spring, and I'll cook a birthday/Thanksgiving dinner for him on the last night. He seems pretty happy about it as we break down camp and load everything back in my car.
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The resort's on the smaller side, with a couple dozen tent sites, about a dozen RV spots, and ten private cabins. There's a small reception building we have to check in at. Inside, an older man sits behind a large wooden desk. Several small, wooden chairs surround a large square rug between us and him. The work surface is dominated by a large calendar. A modern computer monitor with a keyboard and mouse take up only a small corner.
My first thought of the man is that he reminds me of Santa Claus. He's tall, easily over six feet, and has a thick and broad frame with plenty of padding around his middle. A dense white beard that's not too long with a larger mustache that's curled up slightly at the corners covers the lower half of his face. He even has the bright smile, rosy cheeks, and glasses. But, unlike Santa, he's dressed like a golfer, with a Nike hat over what looks like thick, silver curls and a purple polo that looks to be reigning in a considerable amount of white chest hair.
"Good afternoon," I say once we enter.
"Howdy folks!" He greets us is a loud boom. "How're y'all today?"
"We're doing great thanks. We're checking in. Should be under Benny Adams."
Santa looks us up in the computer and consults the calendar in front of him. He says, "Yep! Gotcha right here, cabin five, with a bedroom, kitchenette, living room, and private outdoor tub." At this he looks up at me and his eyes widen in surprise and undeniable interest when he gets a good look at me.
"Excellent, thank you," Dad says.
"Little romantic getaway for the young couple?" The old man chuckles to himself, still looking at me as he hands dad the keys.
"Yes sir," I say before dad can respond, wrapping my arms around his torso as I look at the old receptionist and continue, "I wanted to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday here at the hot springs." I wink up at him and have to suppress laughter at the look on his face. He didn't know I'd be presenting us as a couple, not as father and son.
"Name's Allen, " He says, shaking dad's hand and then mine. "I live on the property and tend to things most of the year, so if you need anything, I live in cabin one, and my number is posted on the inside of each kitchen. Feel free to call or swing by here or my cabin after hours if y'all need anything." We thank him and drive to number 5.
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The inside looks like a typical cabin, with wood paneled walls, hardwood floors, and exposed wooden beams on the ceiling. The door opens into a small kitchenette before opening to a living room with a couch facing a fireplace with a mounted TV. Past that is the bedroom and the door to the hot tub. We set our bags on the queen-sized bed and dad pulls me into a hug and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into him.
"You look so beautiful, I love you." He whispers as we look into each other's eyes
"I love you too, daddy," I say, and kiss him again and welcome his tongue into my mouth.
Before we get each other started, we part so I can go shower and get ready for tonight while dad starts dinner. In the bathroom, I shower, shave my body to smoothness, and put on dark red, G-string, bikini bottoms that expose each one of my cheeks. On top, I put on a green silk button down and a loose-fit pair of pants. My hair is loose and flowing over my shoulders. A spritz of cologne wraps everything in a pretty bow.
When I walk out I see dad at the counter, making soup. He's surprised a bit when I wrap my arms around him from behind. "Hey handsome, soup smells good."
"Hey baby. Thank you, its broccoli cheddar. All it has to do is simmer for about 40 minutes. I'm going to shower."
"Okay," I say, kissing him before he passes me. "I laid something out for you on the bed. Make sure you put on everything." I wink at him before he shuts the bathroom door.
While he's in the shower, I light some candles for the table, start a fire in the fireplace, and turn on some slow music. He comes out wearing the linen button down I picked out for him as well as the white linen pants. He's barefoot, and he's wearing a thin gold chain that rests on top of his chest hair. The hair on his head and still slightly damp and is freshly combed to the side. A smile splits his face.
"My, my you're handsome," I say as I wrap my arms around him and he puts his hands on my waist.
"Why thank you, and you're as beautiful as always, baby. I love the clothes you picked out. And, we match."
"Mmhm, green always did look good on us." We laugh as the music surrounds us and we naturally start rocking and turning in slow circles. He leans down and kisses me again. I lose myself in the feelings as his hands dip down to cup my ass cheeks and my hands run through the back of his hair. Time stands still as we dance song after song, lips never leaving each other's, until the soup timer brings us back to reality. It's wonderful of course, dad's a great cook.
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After dinner and a few mints, we poor some wine and I lead him outside to our private tub. Its elevated and surrounded by a wooden privacy fence to shield us from prying eyes. I set it to have a couple jets going, making it steam and bubble softly.
We both take a sip and set our wines on a table beside the tub before embracing again. The music through the open door is still playing and we continue our dance. Our hard cocks are pressed together between our bodies. His hands slip around my waist and pull my pants down, revealing my G-string bikini bottoms before he helps me out of my shirt. He grabs one of my hands and lifts it to prompt a twirl, which I do, and poke my ass out and graze it against his crotch as I pass before hugging him again.
"So sexy," he says.
"Thanks, daddy. Let's see your suit now," I say, unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as its off his shoulders, my hands are untying his pants and pulling them down.
"Oh yes," I whisper. He's wearing a light blue speedo. The color contrasts heavily with all that dark hair. His cock's straining the fabric and I can see a clear imprint of it. "Mmm, let's get in the tub."
