Masuk"OK, Dad. I think that's a good idea." I noticed my speech was slurred when I spoke. More importantly, when I got up, I lost my balance. It was painfully apparent that I had drunk too much. I wasn't drunk, but I was really buzzed. I let out an audible, "OOOPPPSSS."My father chuckled. "I knew I should have shut you off a while ago."I balanced myself as I made my way to the cab. Without thinking, I lowered my sweatpants to get into bed. It didn't dawn on me that I had no panties on. Initially, I forgot to bring panties with me to the shower. At the time, I had planned to change when I got to the truck. Because I focused on drinking with my father, I had forgotten to change. I was standing in a tank top, nude from the waist down, and had to look for something to wear. The room was spinning, so I decided to sit on the edge of the bed for a minute to pull myself together. All of a sudden, Dad moved, which meant he was going to bed, too. I wasn't thinking correctly and got under the blank
When I woke up the following morning, Dad was already up, and we were driving. The curtain was closed, which I found odd. Then I looked down and saw that I was still nude from the waist down. It made sense why Dad kept the curtain closed. I asked my father, "Are we getting an early jump on the road?" I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up as I went to the front of the truck to talk to my father.As I sat down, my dad told me, "No, we are actually further behind schedule than we should be. You just slept late.""Gee...I wonder why I slept late, Dad. What's your take on that?" I attempted to open a dialogue with my father about what we had done the night before.I could tell my father was uncomfortable. He finally spoke, "Yeah...um...I hope you are not mad at me. We got carried away, and I feel horrible about what I did. I'm glad it didn't progress to something worse."I could tell what we did last night ate at him. Like him, I had regrets. But how he made me feel last night was an eart
As I did the night before, I moved my body further up on the bed. Doing this caused his hand to move farther down my shorts. Unlike last night, I wanted his hand to move down. Dad did not flinch at my movements; he held himself in place. His hand was now in the same spot as it was last night. One of his fingers rested on my entire slit. I was curious if he could feel how wet I had become. Once again, his touch was driving my ambition. My mind was racing chaotically while my body was yearning for more.Everything was moving too slowly. I was trying to understand why Dad hadn't progressed when all of a sudden, his fingertip was moving up and down my slit. He hadn't parted my labia, but his finger was causing my mind to beg for it. His movements on my slit were slow, which was also driving me insane. Then, he dragged his fingertip along my slit, stopping at my clit. Once he reached my clit, I no longer could breathe from my nose. My mouth opened involuntarily as my breathing became heavy
I stayed in my sweatpants and tank top until we got to the rest stop. No need to put clean clothes on a dirty body, I thought. During the day, we stopped for lunch and then dinner. Whenever I needed to leave the truck, I put my sweatshirt on. Dad and I talked all day. I had asked him why he stayed with my mother if she made him so miserable. Dad told me how religious beliefs about divorce were strict. The more he told me about how lonely and deprived he was, the more I resented my mother. I loved my dad. I thought he was perfect, and my mother was not worthy of him.It was six o'clock, and I told Dad to wake me when we got to the rest stop. Our ETA was ten, and I was tired from not sleeping well last night. I passed right out.It was nine thirty when my father woke me up. "Lisa, if you are going to shower, it is time to get up. We made it a half hour earlier than expected. Are you showering?"I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I felt like I had just laid down when he woke me up. "Yeah
A half-hour after I had gone to bed, Dad came into the cab. He closed the curtain, then undid his zipper. Again, hearing his zipper go down jolted me. Before he got into the bed, I turned to face the wall. I was wearing a tank top tonight, and if I was facing him, he may have been able to see down my shirt. My nipples were still hard from being out in the cold. Dad scooted into the bed and wrapped his arm around me. We were in the same spooning position we were in last night. This time, however, he was fully aware that he was spooning with me. I said nothing; I wanted him to believe I was sleeping. I thought it would make it less awkward. Again, my body heated up as it did last night. Although tonight, I wasn't sure if it was because of him or the big gulp of whiskey. Because of the long nap I took, I did not feel tired. I asked, "Are you comfortable, Dad?""Yes, Lisa. Are you? I know it's a tight squeeze. I'm sorry.""It's OK, Dad. I like spending time with you. I like being close to
I thought he was going to make a joke about smells. I never thought he was going to say he would think about my privates. Now, I was the one who couldn't speak. It was one of those times where a minute felt like an hour. Dad mimicked my toothy smile back at me as he started pulling his jeans up. Finally, I said, "Yeah...I have no comeback for that one. You win."The rest of the day dad and I talked about everything. Even though we live together, there was so much we didn't know about each other. I was grateful to have to spend time with my dad. As the sun started to go down, we stopped for dinner. When we got back in the truck, dad told me we would be at the rest stop around eleven. I decided I was going to take a nap until we got there. Dad still had jokes, telling me, "I hope you don't stink it up back there. You haven't showered yet today." Again, he cracked himself up as he laughed, himself silly."HAHA, funny, dad. Do you want to give me a sniff test?" I was tired and started to







