Tracy & Dad – Part Two

John had just finished packing up the SUV. He was walking back into the house when he called to Tracy.

“Hey babe, you about ready?”

“Oh my god. I said give me 15 minutes,” Tracy yelled from her room.

John walked down the hall and stuck his head in her room. “That was 20 minutes ago.”

“Oh. Well let me finish packing and I’ll get dressed.” Tracy was pulling clothes from her closet and tossing them onto her bed creating a sizable pile. She looked like she had just finished showering. Her long curly red hair was damp and hanging loose. She was only wearing a pair of white panties.

“What have you been doing?” John looked at his watch, “We should have been gone half an hour ago.”

“Sorry Daddy. I just got done with my shower and I’m having trouble deciding what to take.”

“Honey you look great in everything. Just pick something and let’s go,” John said as he turned and left.

Ten minutes later Tracy was running across the driveway to her dad waiting in the SUV. She was wearing a pair of red shorts that ended just below her ass cheeks and looked like they had been painted on. A tight white tank-top that obviously wasn’t covering a bra because John could just barely make out his daughters nipples as he watched her boobs bounce as she ran. She had left her hair hanging loose and it flowed out behind her.

She jumped into the SUV and quickly kissed her father on the cheek. “Sorry for the wait Dad.”

“Finally,” John said putting the vehicle in gear, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Tracy pulled out her phone as they got on the road.

“Hey babe. Before you get lost in that thing I wanted to talk.”

Tracy put her phone down and said, “Sure. What’s up?”

“You and Nicole seem to have gotten along the few times we’ve gone out together.”

“Yeah. I like her. I told you that.”

“I know,” John said, “I’m just worried about how you and her kids are going to get along. I know they are a couple years younger than you and I’m worried you guys might not have common interests.”

“Stop stressing Dad. I will be on my best behavior and will be nice to them even if they annoy me. I know this is an important weekend for you.”

“Thanks babe.”

“I’ll keep the kids busy so you and Nikki can have some alone time,” Tracy said using air quotes on the word alone.

When John looked over at her she giggled.

“Thanks,” he said, “That would be much appreciated.”

The drove for a few more minutes before Tracy spoke up again, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” John replied.

“Have you told Nicole about our alone time?” She used the air quotes again.

“Yes I have. We wouldn’t be going out to the cabin if I hadn’t. She didn’t have a problem with it.”

“Really?” Tracy exclaimed. She had been worried about this since her dad began seeing Nicole. She worried that they would have to stop.

“Honey I wouldn’t be with a woman who didn’t understand about our relationship. Me and Nicole discussed this when we first got together. We both were looking for someone who was understanding. She had a similar relationship with her father.”

“Really?” Tracy exclaimed again.

“Really. So don’t be worried. We can be ourselves this weekend.”

Tracy smiled wide. “How long until we get there?”

“About an hour. You can get lost in your phone now,” John told her. He heard the snap of her seatbelt unlatching and looked over.

Tracy had her seatbelt off and was leaning back into the seat and lifting her butt. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and in one smooth motion shed her shorts and panties. She turned in her seat and threw her leg over the center console and rested her foot in her dads crotch. Her hand began rubbing in little circles on her clit.

“Keep your eyes on the road Daddy,” she scolded when he glanced down at her pussy. Her foot rubbed him through his pants.

John quickly glanced around to see if anybody noticed what was happening in his vehicle. The windows were tinted and they were on the highway so he figured they were safe.

“Jesus baby. You’re going to make me crash this thing.”

Tracy didn’t say anything. She just worked her clit and stared at her dad. Her other hand went under her tank-top and began pinching a nipple.

John did his best to keep and eye on the road between glances at his masturbating daughter.

John and Tracy were about ten minutes from the cabin when John came in Tracy’s mouth. Tracy greedily took every drop of semen her dad gave her.

As soon as they had turned off the highway, and Tracy had finished her third orgasm of the drive, she had taken her foot out of her dad’s crotch and replaced it with her head.