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In Front of my Sleeping Father and on the Train

Posted by: Age: 21 -- at the time Posted on: 1 comments
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Twice in one day we couldn't wait to touch each other

I was 21 and in college, studying overseas in Asia for the year. My dad visited me during the winter because he'd never been to the continent and wanted to visit. My girlfriend Sarah (or at least that's what we'll call her) and I played host. She was a native but spoke English very well, and she and I took him around for several days. In order to save money on traveling costs because overseas airfare is fairly expensive, he was sleeping on my floor in my studio apartment. On his last night in town, Sarah and I took him out and we were eating, drinking, laughing and generally having a good time. We ended up getting pretty drunk, so we all decided it'd be best if she just spent the night too rather than try to arrange for several taxis. So she and I slept in the bed, and my dad slept on the floor. We were dead tired, so everybody passed out. It was winter, so we were all covered in blankets when I woke up in the morning. I nuzzled next to Sarah, ran my hands through her straight black hair and kissed her lips. "Good morning", I whispered. She awoke and turned to me so that we were both on our sides facing one another. At this point, my dad had been in town for nearly a week, and I hadn't had any alone time with Sarah. We hadn't gone all the way yet, but we'd masturbated together many times before, and it was almost a nightly ritual that she would stroke my penis while I rubbed her hairy pussy until we'd both cum together. But none of that had happened since my dad was in town, and we were both growing frustrated.

Having just woken up, my cock was already really hard, and she must've felt it rubbing against her PJs because she wordlessly looked at me and grabbed it through my own cotton pajamas. Just over her shoulder, maybe seven or eight feet away, my dad was snoring away. He was surely asleep, but his body was angled right at us, and I was sure he'd see any movement under the sheets. But at this point I was so hard and horny. I desperately wanted her to touch me more. Her small breasts were pressed up against my chest, and she was passionately kissing me as she maneuvered her hand through the button fly in my pajamas, brushed her hand through my pubic hair, and wiggled my penis and balls out of my pajamas. She began to tug furiously at my penis, and I kissed her harder to avoid involuntarily moaning. I reached my hand down to her crotch, but she brushed it away, simply saying 'no' before kissing me more. She was really pulling on my cock, jerking me fast as my dad snored behind her. Clearly she wanted to get me off before he woke up, and it was working. My uncircumcised penis was leaking pre-cum, and when it does that, it makes my foreskin easily slide up and down the head of my penis but also creates a distinct, wet, squishy noise as it slides. So when my dad stopped snoring and rolled over, I panicked. I didn't want to my dad to catch me getting a handjob from the girlfriend he'd just met, but I knew he would recognize that unmistakable, rhythmic fap-fap-fap sound the moment he woke up. Sarah stopped too, and for a moment her hand was just gripping my cock and we were both holding our breath. But he started snoring again, and Sarah resumed her frantic stroking. Her hand felt so good working up and down my penis. She was giving me all the relief I hadn't felt in almost a week. I reached up her shirt with one hand and grabbed her tiny brown nipple; the other hand I had wrapped around her shoulder in embrace. She asked me if I was going to cum, and I nodded, so she reached over beside the bed, yanked a tissue from the tissue box (bedside for just such an occasion), and she held it around my cock as she jerked me to orgasm. I thrust my hips into her hand as she pumped me, feeling cum spurt from my cock and dribble off my foreskin into her now-soaked tissue. Feeling utterly relieved, I kissed her gently in gratitude, and she got up to throw away the tissue and wash off her cum-drenched hands. As far as I know, my dad slept through it all. He didn't stir for another half hour, and then we all went to the airport together on the train. Sarah and I hugged him goodbye, and we got on the train headed back home. It was still pretty early in the morning, and the train from the airport wasn't crowded. We got two seats in an empty car and looked out the window a bit. I was missing my dad, who I know I wouldn't see again for many months, but I also knew that I owed Sarah for how she'd relieved me. She hadn't gotten the same relief, so I turned to her and put my arm around her. "Did you have a good time meeting my dad?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "I'm glad you guys got along so well," I said. "And thank you for what you did to me this morning. I really needed that." She blushed at me but smiled too and cuddled up next to me. I draped my winter coat across our laps and kissed her, working my free hand under my coat and over to her jeans, unbuttoning the button and unzipping the fly before reaching my hand beneath her panties and feeling through her pubic hair and to touch her clit. She inhaled sharply as I kissed her and began to massage my hand over her now wet pussy lips. "You made me cum; now it's your turn," I said. She nodded and slid her body down in her seat, cuddling closer to me and ramming her pubic bone into my hand in the same motion. With my hand stuffed down her panties, I rubbed her clit with my index, middle and ring fingers, feeling her body tremble and her breathing increase as I circled my fingers over it. Her face was flushed as I looked out the window at the passing countryside, knowing we were nearing the city. Suddenly, I heard the hiss of the coach door opening, and an attendant in uniform came marching up the aisle straight toward us. My hand flew from her jeans and to my coat, where I rubbed off her juices before fishing in my pocket for the train ticket. Sarah was cuddled up to me, eyes closed and supposedly fast asleep as I handed the attendant the ticket. He clipped it, nodded, and moved on out the other door of the coach. Sarah looked up at me, her face still flushed, and smiled. I plunged my hand back into her jeans and rubbed away, feeling her strain and flex against me until she whispered that she was going to cum. I kept rubbing and she quietly thrust against my fingers, breathing raggedly but containing her usual moans to soft but rapid exhalations as she came. I removed my hand, zipped and buttoned her jeans, and kissed her. We snuggled together, each now relieved after going days without feeling the other's touch. The train rolled into the city and filled up with more and more people at each stop. We exited back at the university and went home together, holding hands and feeling like no one had known what we'd just done to each other.

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