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Skiing with My Daughter

I’ve been skiing most of my life. There’s something about the making first tracks in newly fallen snow with the wind in your face. The contrast between snow laden trees and blue skies is awe inspiring. My 16 year old daughter, Jenifer, Jen for short, started skiing when she was 14 when she got into high school. She hadn’t wanted to ski until new friends she found in high school were hitting the sloops regularly during the winter.

Jen and I had only gone skiing 2 or 3 times in the past. This trip was her idea because everyone was busy. We got to the mountain early and skied every run until lunch. It snowed heavily during the morning replacing all the tracks with fresh powder every couple of runs.

Over lunch we talked about leaving because of the heavy snow fall. “Do you think we should head home because of the snow?” I asked.

“No. Let’s stay for a couple more runs then head home” was Jen’s reply. I did not object.

We skied for a couple more hours. I realized that Jen was a very good skier and probably better than me. She was always ahead of me on the runs. I watched her carve perfect turns on even the most difficult runs. I was proud of the progress she made in her short skiing career.

At the bottom of the latest run, we decided it was probably time to head for home. We took the chair back to the top of the run and headed for the car. After loading all the gear in the car and shucking the ski clothing we were finally on the road. It was very slow going. Apparently everyone had the same idea we had.

“You’re a great skier Jen. It’s like it’s natural for you” I remarked.

“Thanks Dad. I really enjoy it. I’m surprised I didn’t start earlier since you’ve skied so long.”

“You’re mom and I decided when you were born that we would not push you into anything you didn’t want to do. Your mother doesn’t like to ski. She says there’s too much to remember and too many cloths to wear. “

“I understand why mom would say that. It’s really a great sport once you get by all the hassles.” she replied.

“Have you tried snowboarding yet” I asked.

“I tried it a couple of times but couldn’t get the hang of it. I’m definitely a skier.”

We continued our conversation as we made very slow progress getting off the mountain. Jen suggested we listen to the radio rather than the CD to get a local weather and road report. As soon as we switched to the radio, we got the bad news. The highway department could not keep the roads plowed due to the storms. Multiple accidents had closed all roads leading off the mountain.

“Now what do we do?” Jen asked.

This had happened to me before so I had some viable thoughts. “We’ll, we can wait in traffic or find a room and spend the night.”

Jen commented “I don’t want to spend the night in the car. Let’s see about a room.”

We were nearly to a hotel that I used in the past for just this type of emergency. I’d also stayed here when I came up for a complete weekend of skiing. I pulled into the registration line and went inside with Jen to see about a room.

The clerk greeted us with a smile and asked “Hi, Welcome to the Inn. What can I do for you?”

I had decided before we entered that I would ask for two rooms to give Jen some privacy. I replied “My daughter and I don’t want to wait in traffic to get home. Do you happen to have a couple of rooms available for the night?”

“Lots of skiers have decide to take the same option. The only thing I have available is one room with a king bed and Jacuzzi.”

That was not the answer I wanted to hear. My mind rushed with other options including looking for another place to stay. I quickly discounted that because all the other lodgings were experiencing the same business.

I looked at Jen and said “What you think Jen?”.

To my surprise she replied “That’s ok Dad. We need a place to stay.”

I registered for the room, went back to park the car and get some things. Because I had experience this before, I always carried an emergency bag with extra cloths and toiletries to stay comfortable. The Inn would have anything else we needed. I decided we would work out the sleeping logistics later.

We got in the room and began to relax. Jen called her mother to explain what we’re doing. My wife had no objections, in fact, insisting this was the right thing to do because of the storm. Jen said we’d call in the morning on the way home.

By this time it was late afternoon and the sun was setting.

“You hungry honey?” I asked.

“I getting that way. What do you have in mind?”

There was a deli next door to the Inn so I suggested Pizza.

“That sounds good.”

“Ok. Let’s go get it and bring it back to the room.” I replied.

“Can you got without me?. I’d like to stay here and clean up a little and relax.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.”

It took about 30 minutes to get the pizza, cola for Jen and a six pack of beer for myself. I heard the shower running when I got back to the room. I put the pizza on the table and the drinks in the small refrigerator in the room. I went to the bathroom door and knocked. “I’m back Jen.”

“Ok Dad. I’ll be out in a minute.” came the reply from behind the door.

Jen had been watching TV. I started surfing thru the channels for something we could watch.

Moments later the bathroom door opened with a wall of steam rolling out. Jen walked out wearing nothing but one of the t-shirts I carried in my emergency bag. Her hair was still wet from the shower. All of sudden a twinge came over me. I’d never visualized my daughter this way before. Jen was 5’8″ with long naturally curly blonde hair like her mother. Her abundant but not over size breasts filled the t-shirt which conform to her harden nipples. The shirt extended down to mid-thigh. From there the most gorgeous legs I have ever seen extended to the floor. I could tell she had no bra but didn’t know if she had any panties on with the t-shirt. I saw my daughter in a new light. She’s a very sexy young lady I said to myself. I felt a twinge in my groin.

She looked at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind if I use one of your shirts?”

“No, that’s fine” as I looked away back to the TV to keep from gawking at my own daughter. I forced myself to not think about the thoughts I was having. Unfortunately, my manhood was beginning to swell only slightly. I decided I need to do something to take my mind off the vision of my daughter.

I got up from the chair and said “Pizza is on the table and cola is in the frig. It’s my turn for the shower.”

Jen replied, “Ok Dad. Enjoy.”

The steam had dissipated in the shower and the full length mirror was not steamed over. I removed my cloths and took a moment to look at my 38 year old physique in the mirror. My penis was somewhat swollen after what I just seen from my daughter. How could I think about my daughter that way?

I closed the translucent curtain on the shower and started the water running. The idea of replacing thoughts of my daughter in my mind were not working. My cock was becoming more erect by the second. I stepped into the shower hoping this would help. My erection was almost complete now. The only thing left for me to do was to jack-off to eliminate the situation. I grabbed the soap and began lathering my now fully erect cock. I’d always liked stroking off in the shower so this was not new to me. What was new was the idea that looking at my daughter had caused this. I continued to stroke knowing I would be relieved shortly.

Suddenly there was knock on the door. My mind went wild and I stopped stroking. “Yes?” I said.

“Dad I have to pee really bad. Do you mind?” Jen asked.

Oh my god. I’m in the shower with my erect cock trying to jerk off because my daughter is so hot and she wants to come in to pee. I had no choice. “Sure honey. Come on in”.

Steam had taken over the shower again. I hope that she would not see me with my erection while I continued to shower. She opened the door and came in. The question of whether she was wearing underwear was answered when she immediately pulled up the t-shirt and sat on the toilet. How much longer and harder could my erection get. I heard the tinkle of her pee which even my wife would not do if I was in the bathroom. My cock was now rock hard and starting to turn blue on the end.
I watched her through the curtain. She was taking more time than needed for pee. She moved her hand down to her pussy to begin rubbing slowly on her pussy. I saw her lay her head back. She brought her other hand up under the t-shirt and gently massaged each breasts. My erection began to hurt.

“Dad?”

“What Jen?” I answered with a slightly higher voice.

“Can I have one your beers?” she asked.

This came out of the blue. I wasn’t sure what to do. Jen had had wine at previous family functions but I didn’t know if she drank outside the house. “Can you handle it?” I asked.

“Of course I can.”

“Ok. Go ahead.”

“Thanks Dad.”

I saw her take the toilet paper and clean her pussy. If I could see that, she could see the erection that was hurting more and more. I heard the toilet plush. She tapped slightly on the shower curtain. “Better hurry up. The pizza is getting cold.” she announced and closed the bathroom door.

With all that had just happened it took only few strokes to blow my cum all over the shower. I had never had an ejaculation as strong as this in my life. I was nearly wasted from the experience.

I finally was able to walk out of the shower without my erection.

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