Page 16 of Lakeside Little
“I’ve been giving that moisturizer a go,” he said. “And if you’re staying over, we should go make sure all your dolls are tucked in bed and grab your toothbrush.”
I nodded. “Can I have another bite first?”
He airplaned me more of the fish and I was taking back every bad word I’d said about the fishing trip, even if I hadn’t said it aloud.
We finished the fish together, extinguished the fire, and then headed over to my cabin to grab supplies for the night, alongside put all my dolls in their respective beds. There wouldbe no midnight frolicking, they each slept alone. Except for Nory, she came with me. I had to keep an eye on her.
It wasn’t until we were back at Daddy’s cabin when I realized, we were about to see each other completely naked. Unless he planned to bathe in a pair of speedos, which I absolutely didn’t because, A, I didn’t bring them with me.
He started the shower. “You want to get in before me? Or after?” he asked, staring at my blank expression, clinging tight to Nory like she was going to make the decision for me. “Or we can shower together? If you want, I know I’d be able to wash your back, and you’d be able to wash my back.”
I slowly nodded, my eyes widening and a little sore from all the smoke. “I’d like that.”
“Which one?”
Lulling my head and swaying, I pouted. “Together.”
“Good idea, from a good boy.”
He should’ve wrapped me up and posted me right to his front door, because I didn’t know what I’d do when he was gone. And I didn’t need to think about that right now because we were together in the moment, and that’s what mattered.
In the bathroom, we stripped items of clothing from each other. Starting with our shirts until we both stood in our underwear. He wore a pair of boxers, while I was always of the belief that I had to keep it tight in a pair of briefs. Unfortunately, not the briefs with days of the week on them, just the type that were one size too small and hugged my ass and junk very tight. The marks cupping my ass cheeks and crotch spoke to that.
I was first naked, and I gave him a twirl.
“Ok, cute ass, maybe that’s what I should call you from now on.”
“Call me whatever you want,” I said.
“As long as I call you.” He whipped his boxers off and did a turn for me. He had small patches of hair all over. And therewere clear areas of his body that hadn’t seen the sunlight in forever. But his cock was, as with almost all guys a shade darker than the rest of him. I was mesmerized.
“I—”
“Yes?”
“I was just reminded of something.”
“Tell me, don’t leave me hanging.”
My eyes direct him from his cock back to his face. “I remember hearing someone say that you can tell what someone’s tip looks like by their lips, and for you it’s especially true.” His mouth was a nice, pinched peach, and his cock, nestled inside his trimmed bush was the exact same shade.
“You could’ve looked at your own,” he said.
“I know mine is the same, but I like seeing it proved right,” I said, glancing from his lips and down again, then up. I was transfixed by the process of seeing how right it was. It was like a secret.
We got in the shower together, and as soon as the water washed over us, it revealed just how much of the smoke had stuck to our skin as the water turned a brown hue before turning clear. It was a sweet, tender moment, where I was able to explore his body as I lathered him up with soap and scrubbed him down with a loofah. He did the same to me, being a little more meaningful on where he was cleaning, behind the ears, under the arms, and my pits. I was more focused on his chest and how soft it was one minute, and then boom, he flexed and there were strong muscles.
The best part of the shower was seeing how my touch affected him. He had a big erection, but he tried to hide it, and I didn’t say a thing. It wasn’t like it was right between our bodies, and when we were right together, it pressed against my belly, as mine pressed against his.
“Let’s not get too carried away. It’s a bit too slippery in here.”
He had a point; I didn’t want our first intimate moment to be clouded by a fall.
Towel dried and teeth brushed, tasting of fruity mints, I was now officially ready to be explored and to see what else was hiding behind Daddy’s rough hairy exterior.
But the moment we got to bed, I discovered it was not as nice to sleep on as mine. Which was surprisingly not what we were there to do. We laid on our sides, naked, beside each other, his hand stroking my side while I couldn’t stop pushing my fingers through his chest hair, gently tugging on it.
“I never expected something like this to happen,” he said, “so, I—”
