I lift the beer to my lips, sipping at it lightly as I look out at the kids all having fun and playing in the lake. Well, I say kids but they all ranged from nineteen to twenty-two now. It had been several years since we had all been able to make time for a week long camping trip, life getting in the way as everyone grew older and life priorities changed. Now, some of the girls were turning into beautiful young women, and the boys were turning into fine young men. In a lot of ways it was the passing of the torch, and soon they would be starting families and carrying on the yearly tradition of bringing family and friends up to Lake Toopaloo for that much needed rest and relaxation that broke the tediousness of life. Hell, they even had decent cell service.

“You’re drifting again.”

I turn to look at Corrine, sitting in one of the fold-out chairs beside me as she grins. She was the flirty type, the cougar than young men really needed to look out for. From all the rumors, she was also fairly wild in the sack and so perhaps those young men could consider themselves lucky.

“Just thinking how nice it is to be out here again. It’s been what, six years?” I lift my beer and sip at it again, not really looking to get drunk, just a little buzzed to relax and enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts.

“Six years indeed. I remember when little Rebecca was flat as a board, and now your little angel has turned into a pretty young lady. Likely beating all the guys off with a stick now.” Her grin was mischievous as she took a deep pull on her own beer.

“Hey now, no talking about my baby girl like that. She is a fine and respectable young woman, who will keep her chastity intact until the day that she is married to a perfect specimen of the male species, and hopefully in her thirties or something.” Corrine’s laugh causes beer to splash from the corners of her mouth and I groan, knowing that the humor was only too right. She wipes her mouth with her arm as she shakes her head.

“Yeah, okay, Karl. I wish you the best of luck with that fantasy. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” The woman’s raised eyebrow only causes me to pretend to be infuriated.

“One thing has nothing to do with the other!” But we both laugh and sit back, taking in the quiet, slow pace of the trip. After a short pause, Corinne continued.

“Ellie would have loved coming back here.” Corinne’s voice is soft as she speaks and I can only nod. Ellie, my wife, had died two years ago, and had always talked about how she missed these yearly camping trips. She had even tried to wrangle everyone together to try again the year before she died to try again. But sadly, life was just too busy for everyone at the time. Now, here we were, but she had missed it.

“Yeah, she would have loved seeing everyone back together again.” Suddenly there was laughing and splashing of water as the girls came running up, plopping down into the chairs around the fire as they laughed and talked amongst themselves.

“Well, you two look cozy.” Rebecca said as she eyed my and Corinne. “Should we keep away from your tent tonight?” She grinned and I simply sighed and shook my head.

“Yes. I will be fucking your aunt Corinne so hard tonight that the tent will be rocking and shaking. So please ignore the moans and sounds of slapping flesh that pour forth from the old people ex going on.” The girls laughed, and Corinne only blushed.

“Now that, sounds like a good time. You know Rebecca, your father has kept in shape. You girls can’t possibly think that he is worse for wear?” She raised an eyebrow, and I felt uncomfortable as the girls all seemed to look me over as if judging me with their young eyes.

“I have no complaints.” Tanya said with a wink and I sighed.

“Now, now girls.” I start but Rebecca cuts in.

“It’s been two years dad, you know you can date again.” Her eyes are serious but there is a playfulness in them that only riles me up.

“Okay, enough.” I say with a shake of my head, but I am smiling. “You all are troublemakers.” They all laugh, but Corinne places her hand on my thigh and squeezes gently and I look over her and wonder if there promise in her eyes or just pity.

The night wears on, the fire grows brighter and food is cooked. Soon, everyone is slipping into their tents for the evening and I am glad to finally get some peace and quiet and some alone time. I hadn’t been with a woman since my wife had died, and so it I could admit that there was some merit to my daughter’s words. But it seemed wrong to think about my wife’s sister that way. Corinne was a beautiful woman, and she was lean and fit as well, with long beautiful blonde hair, but it seemed a little wrong to me for some reason. Still, again, it had been two years after all. Lucy Lefty was getting a bit haggard in her appearance and performance.

The camp grew darker and quieter, and there were definite sounds of cuddlefucking and heavy petting coming from various tents, but I wasn’t here to be a fun killer. Everyone was old enough to enjoy their own time, I just had to try and not think about what my own daughter and her boyfriend was doing. So, instead, I pulled the pillow over my head, slunk down into my sleeping bag and drifted off.

I was awoken slowly, to the sound and pleasure of a soft hand caressing my magnificent erection through my shorts, the tip of my cock sticking out from the bottom of my shorts where I felt skin on skin contact as that hand slid all the way up and down.

“Holy shit you’re big.” A whispered voice accompanied by the hot breath across my ear. Holy shit was this really happening? Was Corinne really that forward? And…did I care?

I don’t say a word, simply turn over, unable to make out see anything but the barest of her features in the darkness as I kiss her, deeply. My lips press to hers as my hips drop between her legs, pressing up against her warm, hot groin as the kiss becomes more passionate more needful. It had been so long. My hands slide up her arms, grabbing at her wrists, pulling them above her head and pinning them to my pillow as the kiss becomes more sloppy in our need, as my hips grind my cock against her, feeling her own grind against me.

I let go of her wrists, pulling my shorts down and feeling her doing the same with her hands now free, and then I feel your hands grab the shaft of my cock, guiding me into you and I feel the tip press against your entrance, and I cannot wait, I must have more of you. You win. I was yours for the evening.

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Okay so the idea here is that this is not Corinne, but instead one of my daughter’s friends. Now, did she aim for my tent, as neither of us have spoken except in a single whisper. We don’t know who the other one is. Perhaps you were looking for one of the other guy’s tent but slipped into mine on accident. Perhaps you meant to find mine. Either way, this night of passion will start us on a new path, as we both become addicted to it and need to replay it over and over again. But in secret, as no one else can know. What would they think?

Kinks for this: Definitely hold the moan and secret relationship, sneaking off to fuck, all sorts of fun positions, being a little dominating in bed, age gaps, risk of getting caught, maybe some DDLG, blowjobs, handjobs, outercourse, lots of teasing. This is a week long camping trip, maybe we decide its just for this trip, or maybe it comes home with us?

Limits: Legal ages only please, no humiliation/degradation, so sexual gore.

I do not normally do slice of life prompts, but I love the idea of the mistaken identity leading to a hot, steamy, erotic relationship that no one expected.