Tennessee Tenderfoot: Breaking in College Meat Under Waterfalls
The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl.
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This erotic short story is part of The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl. I hope your cock (or pussy) will enjoy it!
The black pickup truck rumbled over Knoxville's concrete arteries, each mile carrying Cassy further from Nashville's neon wilderness and deeper into her Tennessee adventure. She shifted in the passenger seat, the leather warm against her bare thighs where her jean shorts had ridden up, and glanced at Dale's weathered profile – fifty-two years of Tennessee sun etched into the creases around his eyes, his attention fixed on the highway stretching before them like a promise of wilderness delights.
Fast-food wrappers rustled at her feet, remnants of the drive-through feast they'd demolished an hour back. The smell of French fries still hung in the air, mingling with the artificial pine of the air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. Behind them, her lone backpack and Dale's mountain of camping gear slid around in the truck bed with each turn, secured by bungee cords that looked older than she was.
"So you really never been camping before?" Dale's eyes flicked from the road to her 21-year-old chest, where her white tank top clung to her transparent purple bra. "College girl like you?"
Cassy shook her head, blonde ponytail swinging with the motion. "My mom thinks hotels without room service are 'roughing it.' Dad's idea of outdoor adventure is grilling on the patio."
"Well, you're in for a treat." Dale's hand left the steering wheel, landing casually on the console between them, inches from her bare knee. "Hidden Falls is about as perfect as it gets. Most tourists don't know about it – it's not on the park maps."
"Is that even allowed? Camping in places not on the map?"
Dale's laugh filled the cab. "It's a designated site, just not widely advertised. The rangers know about it. Space for four tents max, right along a pretty little river, waterfall about two hundred yards upstream. Got hiking trails all around, though most ain't marked."
His description painted pictures in her mind – pristine nature, the sound of rushing water, stars brighter than she'd ever seen in town. The truck rumbled beneath her, every mile taking her further from anything familiar. A week ago, she would have been terrified at the prospect of disappearing into the wilderness with a man twice her age whom she'd met that morning. Now, the danger only heightened her anticipation.
"How far is it from the road? Will we have to carry everything?"
"About five hundred feet of trail." Dale's eyes dropped again to her chest, lingering on the way her young boobs shifted with the truck's motion. "Noticed those fancy sandals you wear. Not exactly hiking material."
Cassy glanced down at her platform sandals, the straps wound halfway up her calves. "These are all I have. Will that be a problem?"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head." Dale patted her knee, his calloused hand lingering longer than necessary. "I've thought of everything."
The highway gave way to smaller roads, then to winding mountain passes that clung to the edges of steep drops. Trees grew denser, the air cooler and fresher as they climbed. Cassy rolled down her window, letting the mountain breeze tangle her blonde hair. The sun hung low in the sky, sending golden shafts through the forest canopy. Time seemed to stretch and compress simultaneously – she had no idea how long they'd been driving when Dale finally turned onto an unmarked dirt road.
Dale's voice vibrated with excitement, mirroring her own feelings. "Almost there."
The dirt road narrowed further, morphing into little more than a muddy trail. Low branches scraped against the truck's sides, and Cassy's body jerked with each pothole and ridge. The tires slipped occasionally in the mud, but Dale navigated with the confidence of someone who'd driven this path many times before.
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When the truck finally stopped, they were surrounded by dense forest. No other vehicles, no signs, no indication that humans had ever passed this way. Dale killed the engine, and silence enveloped them – the deep, living quiet of wilderness punctuated only by birdsong and the distant murmur of water.
"End of the road." Dale pushed open his door and circled around to the tailgate. "Come on back here."