Karen stared at the ceiling of the tent and listened to the pounding rain. She cowered inside her sleeping bag when a flash of lightning lit up her little world. How long would the storm last, she asked herself. Why didnât it go away and let her sleep?
The sleeping bag was pulled up to her chin. Karen wasnât cold, just scared. Sheâd always been scared of thunder and lightning. Now she was outside in a tent, her father Richard apparently sleeping soundly a couple feet beside her in his own sleeping bag. Karen knew this was no way for a nineteen year old to be acting.
Her father invited her along on the weeklong bike tour of central Ohio and Karen was happy that he asked. She also felt obligated to go, to make Dad happy.
But on this second night into the tour sheâd give anything to be in her bed back home. Another flash was followed almost immediately by a clap of thunder. It made her shiver. Each one was closer, and brighter, and louder.
She inched closer to her father. Karen remembered when she was much younger and could crawl into her parentsâ bed for safety. They would hug her and bury her under the covers. She wanted that now.
The day had been very hot and it wasnât until the sun went down that the tent was bearable even just to sit in. Now with the humidity of the storm, both occupants of the tent had their sleeping bags unzipped. Karen looked over at the dark outline of her fatherâs body. She pulled her sleeping bag with her as she rolled closer to him.
Karen wanted his arms around her like before, but knew it couldnât be. She felt like she was living in a time warp somewhere between childhood and adulthood. The uncertainty of what to do almost overweighed her fear of the storm.
The next bolt of lightning decided the issue. Karen scooted until the front of her body touched her fatherâs back. She put her left arm around his waist.
Karen wore a t-shirt and panties, her father a pair of boxers. But that was of little concern to her at the moment. The feel of his skin on her arm already began to soothe her. She moved so that their bodies followed the same curve and she hugged tighter.
Thatâs when she felt him move for the first time. Karen lifted her arm a little; ready to pull away from her father if she had to. Instead, he raised his head for an instant and then put his hand on Karenâs arm. She watched him put his head back down before moving closer to him again.
They stayed this way until the storm eventually blew over. With the thunder a distant disturbance, Karen concentrated on the sound of the rain again as it hit the roof of the tent.
Her face was nearly touching her fatherâs back and she could smell his skin. Lightly, she allowed her cheek to touch him. A few moments later she was asleep.
When Karen awoke her head was on her fatherâs shoulder and he was lying on his back. Her arm was still outstretched across his stomach. One of her legs lay gently on top of one of his.
The silence outside the tent was outdone only by the darkness inside it. The calmness of it all was like a prayer answered.
Karen moved her arm to pull her sleeping bag up over her body when she accidentally brushed against her fatherâs boxers. The suddenness of it made her flinch, but something else made her want to do it again. She was certain her hand grazed over a very long and hard cock.
Light snoring by her father persuaded Karen he must still be asleep. Could she risk touching there again and not wake him up? She couldnât resist. Her left hand moved silently above her fatherâs boxers and came to rest on top of the material. Yes. This time she was sure of what she felt.
Karen let her hand remain on the hard shaft, pressing down just slightly. She could feel the warmth penetrating through his thin boxers. Then she moved her hand up until finding the tip of his cock. He was big, she thought. Or at least long. Her curiosity forced her to softly move her hand down and her fingers to wrap around the cock.
Her heart pumped wildly as she gripped it. A change in her fatherâs breathing caused her to let go of the cock and let her hand hover an inch above it. She held her own breath before relaxing again.
Karenâs mind raced. She felt so close to her fatherâthe way she did on those stormy nights long ago. Only now she also felt like a woman wanting to comfort him like he did her. Guilt crept into her thinking. Didnât she owe him this? Wouldnât it simply show how much she loved him?
Her hand touched it again. This time the opening in his boxers allowed her palm to actually touch his skin. She nearly moaned out loud. It was wonderful and warm and hard. Karen maneuvered her hand inside the fly and let her fingers lay across his cock. She smiled when it twitched.
Then she gripped it at the midpoint of the shaft. Richard opened his eyes. He could see the top of his daughterâs dark blonde hair on his shoulder. Otherwise, the darkness of the night made everything in the tent invisible.
He didnât need light to feel what was happening. His erection was in Karenâs small, warm hand and he didnât want to move. Her fingers tightened their grip on his cock and Richard clamped his eyes shut.
It felt so good despite being so wrong. He wanted to say something because it was very nice having her so close to him. But there was nothing he could think to say that would allow her to continue her exploration of his body in such an innocent way.
They continued on in silence. Karen suspected now that her father was awake. The muscles in his body reacted to each movement of her hand, but she was afraid to look up at him.
Her hand rose back out of her fatherâs boxers, with his cock in tow. She could barely make it out in the din of the tent. The swollen head loomed above her hand and she wished she could see it better.
Karen let go of the cock and let it lay on top of his boxers. With slow motion precision she ran her fingers over the length of the cockâs underside. Her father sucked in a lungful of air and tried not to move. Both were now fully aware of the other.
The young woman ran a finger up and down the shaft on the top and both sides. Then two fingers. This time she hovered over the tip and felt the hot, rough skin and the slit at the end.
Each moment that she was allowed to touch him made her want him more. She could feel the sensitivity of her nipples growing along with the wetness between her legs. Karen was being drawn to her fatherâs cock by a power she couldnât understand. She wanted it so she could make him happy the same way he had comforted her. And she wanted it because she needed it.
Karen considered turning away from her father and pretending later it never happened. Instead, she found her head sliding down his chest and his cock looming larger before her.
She held it once more in her hand, stroking it a couple times to feel the entire thing. This time Karen felt it throb and rise from his boxers in full erection. She was thrilled by this and dreaded the thought that at any moment he could stop her.
Karenâs body slid lower. Now her head was on his stomach and she was within inches of the cock. A second later her head was next to it, close enough to touch it if she pulled it down to her lips.