As Karol scoured the frying pan she squatted low, supporting herself on the balls of her feet and giving the metal surface hell with a piece of steel wool. She felt the inseam of her pants stretch tightly across the insides of her full-fleshed thighs and shifted her weight to relieve the pressure. But her pants were too well-fitted to the firm curves of her bottom. Soon they were bothering her again, this time pulling tight over the soft ridge of her cunt. She could feel the thin fabric of her underpants slip into the warm, wet slit. It was too much for the sensitive skin to take. She stood up and twisted her pants back and forth on her ass till the offending pants were out where they belonged. The moist flesh of her cunt still tingled from the pressure.
Damn it, the hot sun was bad enough. Having her cunt chaffed by a pair of tight pants was the last straw. She finished what she was doing and sat back in a canvas chair, letting the rest of the work go. There wasn't that much more to be done anyway, and when the rest of the family got back one of the girls could handle it. Relaxing in the shady comfort of the chair, she grinned as she felt the soft folds of her cunt still tingling. Now it almost felt good, she noted mischievously. If it were in that condition from having Curt's fingers between her legs it would have been fine, but to get all hot and bothered just from tight pants on a hot day sure was a big waste. She wished they were back from their fishing jaunt, and the girls would occupy themselves with something so she and their daddy could be alone for a little while.
Their camper was a huge one, with two bed rooms. But she still was never quite sure the girls couldn't hear the noises she and Curt made sometimes at night. Consequently she only liked to make love when they were parked on the road at a place where the girls could be well out of earshot. She was especially concerned about Kelly. Lilly was too young to know what was going on, or at least to worry much about it. But Kelly, at eighteen, was a different story. Karol hated to think of her older daughter lying in her bed at night and being able to overhear even the faintest sounds of their lovemaking. She was now a young woman, not just a kid anymore, and Karol had special reasons for feeling embarrassed if she thought Kelly could hear anything.
She knew it was silly to tease herself like this but, as she sat in the shade she let her mind roam and indulge in a little fantasy. What if Curt showed up without the girls, what if Kelly and Lilly had found something of interest along the way that made them want to stop a while? That would be swell. They hadn't gone at it in the daytime for months and months. She could meet him with a big kiss, could press herself against him and rub her tits back and forth on his hard chest, let them show him how bad they wanted to be out of the brassiere and have his hands on them.
Karol shifted restlessly in her chair. The heat building up now in her cunt wasn't from the sun.
She knew he'd love to feel her big jugs pushing against him; he had told her again and again how much he loved to get them naked and play with them. But that's not all she'd do. She'd play it straight with him, not fool around a bit. While he had his arms around her and was being treated to the fat pressure of her straining tits, she'd squirm her clothed but eager-to-be-naked cunt against his hard groin. She'd make it clear to him she was offering more than just a few nice feels and hugs.
Maybe she'd even put her lips to his ear and say something really hot to him, something nasty and sexy like she sometimes did when she was hot enough to get the nerve. She'd tell him that her poor, hairy little cunt was getting awfully hot and sweaty inside her underpants, and that she was just dying to have him lay her on her back and jerk them off. Then she'd reach down the front of his pants to see how big his cock had got. She'd maybe work on it some through the material, then when she got the old cock as hard as a pop bottle, she would put her fingers on the zipper of his fly and...
Karol, jerked out of her reverie, sat up straight in the chair and saw that a rock had been thrown against a tin can close to the camper. A glance down the road showed the family coming back from their fishing trip.
"Did you see that, Daddy?" Lilly jubilantly shouted. "I hit it. I hit it! Ha ha! Scared Mommy out of her wits, did you see her jump up in her chair?"
She was living up to her reputation as an irrepressible tomboy. Lilly was constantly throwing things and climbing trees. Except for barely noticeable bumps that stuck out on her chest, there was very little about the youngster that was feminine. She was at the age when the budding curves of pubescence only just begin to assert themselves on her slender frame. And since sex had not yet reared its lubricious head in her chaste young life, her mind was entirely innocent of the naughty delights her body was gradually getting mature enough to enjoy.
"Careful, Tommy," warned Curt. "You might have hit your mom with that. Calm down, will you?" It was a long-standing family joke for him to call her Tommy, in reference to her tomboyish-ness. He usually called her by her right name like the rest of the family, but he often applied the masculine name to her when she did something to particularly call attention to her lack of femininity.
Karol was glad the kid had thrown the rock. She had been so engrossed in her little fantasy that she was afraid she just might have had a finger up her cunt as she sat in the chair with her eyes closed. A very strange condition for them to have found her in.
"Look what we got, honey," Curt said to her as they walked into the camp area. He pushed a string of fish at her and gave her a perfunctory kiss.
"I'll take this," Karol said, surreptitiously feeling his pecker while pecking him back with a kiss of her own, "but not these."
She pushed the fish away and turned up her nose in mock-disgust. She wasn't outdoorsy when it came to handling fish or game.
Curt laughed and handed the fish to Kelly, "Here, hon," he said, "you fix and clean them, okay?"
Although not as bad as her mother, Kelly was far from crazy about such activities herself. She accepted them but said, "Okay, Dad, I'll do it if Lilly will help out."
"She's scared to do the icky part," teased Lilly. "She's scared she might get her clean, white little fingers dirty!" But she set about helping out as requested.
Just as Lilly was always being kidded about what a little tomboy she was, Kelly was teased by the family about her fastidiousness. Especially by Lilly, who, without quite realizing it, was somewhat jealous of her elder sister's fully developed body and her striking good looks.
Karol was still pretty excited from the reverie she'd been letting herself indulge in and the quick feel of Poppa's prick, but she let herself cool off as fast as possible, Karol didn't want to let it get the best of her. Exit Curt's presence made it more difficult. She could tell by looking at him that sex was the last thing on his mind, but that didn't keep her from appreciating the hard lines of his handsome face and body.
Well, here he is, she thought, just like I was pretending to myself before they all walked up. Now if only Kelly and Lilly were elsewhere...
But she managed to push the thought from her mind.
The girls pranced around, their firm young bottoms tightly encased in the shorts they wore, and busied themselves with their chore. Their long, tanned legs flashed in the sunlight as they moved about the camp and their eyes sparkled from the fun of being finally away from the city. Curt and Karol had been promising them the trip for a long time and they were both enjoying it immensely.
Karol told Curt about the stranger's visit to their camp, and about his invitation for them to come by some time. Curt wasn't much more interested in doing it than she was. If he happened to meet the guy in the area, he'd stop and pass the time of day with him, he supposed, but he wasn't interested in making a big social thing out of it. Then Karol added the part she had purposely omitted -- about how her blouse had been open and Jim's reaction to it.