Written in British English. Please take the time to let me know what you think.
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April stirred as movement in the lorry cab rocked her from her sleep. Lifting her head to look over her shoulder, the broad back of her father outlined in the shadows was visible, wet sounds coming from the other side of where he lay propped up on his left side, his bed shaking slightly with his right arm movements, then a controlled hiss and exhaled breath hitching broke the silence as his body jolted and spasmed.
Shit! He was knocking one out! Having a wank right next to her! Her lips rounded into a silent 'Oh' before a grin lifted their corners and she settled her head back down onto the thin pillow, biting her bottom lip to stop the giggle.
The dirty bastard.
They both knew it'd be difficult when she agreed to accompany him on the 1000-mile round trip from Portsmouth to Aberdeen carrying furniture and belongings of some naval family moving house, stuck in a small sleeping section behind the seats. He was used to it, but this was the first time she'd accompanied him on a long-haul and she'd assumed it'd be the farting and not being able to agree on what music to play that would cause any pent-up frustration, not
this
.
The sheets on her dad's bed rustled as he moved about, probably wiping himself down with something she didn't want to think about, the blast of air blowing strands of her hair as he flopped down onto his mattress with a satisfied sigh. This was obviously what he usually did, just not normally with his 23 year-old daughter lying on the single bed next to his.
She huffed quietly to herself. He was sorted, but now she was left...unsatisfied.
She daredn't look over her shoulder at him again, but the thought raced through her mind:
if I'd woken a few minutes earlier, would I have sneaked a look at what he was doing?
She imagined snaking her arm over his waist, pulling her chin up to rest on his shoulder and watching his thick arms pump his cock...should she be thinking about her dad like this? No, but she liked the tingle it was setting off in her groin. Would he have freaked out, or carried on? Let her take over? Spun around and pinned her to her bed?
The twin mattresses were crammed into the sleeping space without a gap between them so her dad must have known she'd wake up.
Did he want me to wake?
That thought sent a shiver through her. She'd never knowingly seen him looking at her and acting in a sexual way around her, but did he think of her? Like she was now thinking of him?
She shook her head to shake the stupid thoughts away.
Probably not. He was just Dad. Same as always. Her mind was just overreacting to witnessing what most adults up and down the country had done that night. Had sex with or without a partner.
She pulled the thin sheet up and closed her eyes.
***
The next morning, April woke and stretched. She was facing her dad's side with the sheet off her, and quickly pulled her top down that had ridden up slightly, dragging it round the right way after there'd nearly been a sideways boob escape.
"Ah, it stirs," said her dad, who was sitting up, flicking through his phone. Oops, hopefully he didn't see anything. "I was just about to wake you, lazybones."
She smiled, hugging her secret to herself, remembering the sounds she now knew about her dad that most daughters never know. Not that it bothered her, they were both adults. Who both had needs. She quite liked seeing him as a separate entity to just 'Dad'.
He put his phone to the side and clambered down his mattress. "Get up. I'll get a brew on."
The passenger cab door creaked as he opened it and jumped down, fresh air flowing through to circulate where she lay.
Anything he could, she could do.
She could just about see the door opening if her dad were to reappear, and she held her right arm out and across her body to keep the sheet in place but turned her torso to expose her body to the cooler air. She squeezed the flesh of her soft, giving, left breast, pinching her nipple through her vest top, then shoved her left arm down the waistband of her sleep shorts, spreading her legs to allow herself access to her pussy.
She was wet already, no doubt fuelled by her night-time experience, and she dipped a finger into her pooled juices, bringing it up to suck it clean. God, she loved the taste of herself. She imagined pressing a glistening wet finger through her dad's lips, leaving a slick sheen as she'd push in, his tongue wrapping around her length and swallowing her cum down as if he could never drink enough of her.
She moaned involuntarily, then froze. Shit! Did he hear that?
The thumps and bangs as he moved around outside suggested he didn't.
She relaxed, her hand slipping back into her shorts, and concentrating on her clit in exactly the way she liked, around and around the outside, gently at first, just teasing herself, then concentrating the pressure on the tip.
Her stomach clenched, her eyes closed and the muscles across her body locked into place as she bore down on her finger. Her orgasm flared and peaked, spasming across her body and then fading just as quickly as it came.
She straightened, adjusted her clothing, gave her finger a quick suck then shuffled her way out of the bed.
Quick orgasms like that were, well, the bread and butter of looking after yourself, rather than a feast to be gorged upon. April was left feeling hungry for more, her body aching to be filled and stretched to its limit, instead of just having the edge taken off. It wasn't enough, but it'd have to do for now, given her bag of toys was at home in her flat and she had three more nights of lying next to her dad before she got back to them.
She dressed quickly in the small space, pulling on denim shorts and a button-up blouse with the top buttons left undone, then used wet wipes to clean all over. Her dad had promised her a proper truck stop tonight where she could shower, but it was a make-do this morning after the traffic they'd got stuck in yesterday evening had delayed them.
