I spent a little time reflecting on just how much of a wonderfully diverse, erotic, sexual person I have been my whole life. As I recall this summer vacation it really should not be that much of a surprise that my daughter had inherited some of those traits as well.
Living in different cities over the past number of years, I suppose the close friendship that Christine and I had felt less so. She was a mother now of two lovely young girls, had a great husband and a great career. All the "happily ever after" boxes seemed to be checked off. Regular flights and visits connected us but honestly not enough. Albeit infrequently, we still loved spending time together.
This summer was a much different feeling. With the pandemic going strong and social distancing affecting everyone, our family became that much more of a treasure.
When it looked like things were getting slightly better Christine took a risk and booked us a lakeside summer vacation cottage. The rental photos showed that It was quaint, small, and only had one bathroom for everyone to share, but options were getting snapped up. I helped her decide and said, "let's go for it."
She was thrilled. It was a location halfway between our cities. We wouldn't have to fly and we wouldn't have to be too close to a lot of people. I did the dad-thing and paid for most of the rental costs.
Christine texted me - 'You shouldn't have done that dad! <3'
I texted back - 'Love you guys and that's what dads are supposed to do'
'I can't wait thank you, daddy'
As the vacation grew closer, we'd get frequent texts. I could tell that my daughter was the most excited of all of us.
Travel day arrived, and there was a flurry of texts back and forth as we each traveled comparing waypoints and arrival times.
We left really early and were successful in staying ahead of the traffic. Arriving at the lake our granddaughters were most excited already wanting to go to the beach. Maybe because of the pandemic, the rest of us seemed to be slightly tentative with our hugs and greetings. To be expected, I think. Everything this year seemed surreal.
It didn't last though. By the time dinner was made all of us were starting to relax. To be honest dinner made me pretty sleepy. I think all of us were a little tired from the long car rides and we decided to turn in a bit early after her girls got settled. With frequent pit-stops, their travel time was quite a bit longer than ours.
The next morning arrived. It was eventful and fun eating with my granddaughters, trading breakfast cereal and hanging out. Christine was first out of the cabin but both my daughter and I were doing daily morning home gym routines, due to COVID, and had traded texts and suggestions over the months leading up to the holidays. I think we both knew that each of us would be continuing our morning workouts throughout the cottage stay.
To be honest, I noticed that the first day that my daughter was a little slimmer than before, but when she described the naturopathic diet she was on, it seemed a little extreme. That was until I saw her that morning in her tight yoga pants, short tight crop top, and incredibly fit flat tummy. She flicked her long sandy-blonde hair.
Wow, my heart skipped a beat. My own daughter looked as hot as any woman I'd seen. I'm almost embarrassed to say that I found her sexy. Maybe there was something to that natural gluten-free diet! My eyes were glued to her tummy before I surveyed her body. She didn't seem to mind dad admiring her. Maybe she would have not liked it so much if Christine could read my mind. I forced myself to not leer at her.
I did sneak a few peeks as she worked out on the cottage sundeck. I actually admired and respected how disciplined that Christine had been in sticking to the eating and exercise plan with everything else going on.
After she finished, it was my turn. The sun was rising higher warming up the crisp lake air. I did my workout shirtless. I should say that I normally swim for fitness but during the pandemic, all the pools were closed. In its place, I had been doing strength training and calisthenics. This had the effect of hardening and defining all my muscles. I wasn't bashful at all about showing off. I looked up towards the cabin and Christine smiled pleasantly watching me through the patio window. I assumed that she was noting my workout. I hoped that she was admiring how her dad kept it up. Perhaps hoping it was something else, instead.
We caught up inside over coffee and chatted a bit about our routines before she jumped in the shower. When Christine came out she was wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Covered but not bashful as we spent a little more time talking about her meal planning and what prompted her to do all of this. As she matured it felt like we had so much more in common.
Every dad should be so lucky, I thought to myself when she came out in her two-piece bikini. I admit it, my eyes wandered while she prepped her post-breakfast blender drink along with touting how much this had all helped her hormonal balance.
I smiled and complimented Christine "You must be pleased with how this has helped you be so fit again." My mind said sexy but I replaced that word verbally with fit.
Long eyelashes flickered over her deep brown eyes and smiled back at me, "Thanks, dad. I do feel great"
Her return glance communicated desire on some level without being overtly sexual. Deep inside I liked it. We'd always been flirty in the past, but I found myself wrestling with a way to respond this time. My granddaughters interrupted and we gathered up the towels, toys and gear.
I held the girls' hands while crossing the street to the beach. There was still a notable amount of shade this time in the morning but I was desperate for a swim. I had to wait until the sun hit the shoreline before I finally warmed up enough to jump in the lake. I pounded through a fast swim in the cool lake water. It helped get my mind off of things and back to enjoying the vacation. I could not believe how great it felt to get in a couple of kilometers in the lake.
With all of the family and only one bathroom, I thought I would try and get in a quick shower after my swim. Honestly, I was not planning a quick shower. I needed to jack off and with everyone else otherwise engaged, no one would notice how long I took. At least that was my thinking.
"Okay, I think I'll have a quick shower," I tried my best to be bland despite being eager inside.
"Now?" My wife questioned. "You're just going to get sunscreen off and then need more when you come back."
"Yeah I know, but there is only one shower." I justified.
"Okay, whatever." She replied half-heartedly.
Perfect. I made my way back to the cabin picking up my shower stuff along with some Vaseline and jumped in the shower.
I usually take a long time to cum. This was no different especially being in a small cabin bathroom instead of familiar surroundings. It was more like a long edging session. As I write this, I can't remember what I was fantasizing about. All I know is that I had stroked my cock to a really nice erection when there was a knock on the door.
"Can I come in? I have to go!"
It was Christine. Shit.
I pulled the opaque shower curtain shut. "Yeah sure, I've got myself hidden."
"The door is open."
