Dad and Daughter Vacation

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This is the second chapter of a series. This is a slow-burn story, with some build up. Please read Chapter 1 in the series first to follow the progression.

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Dad & Daughter Vacation

Chapter 2

Walking into the ship's gym, I felt a sense of peace. As an engineer, I'm wired to break things down into parts, in order to make sense of how to fix the whole. But life doesn't always work that way. I learned that the hard way with Suzi's passing. It was out of my control. No matter how much I tried, there were just some things I couldn't fix.

That feeling of being totally out of control was terrifying. I hated that. Working out gave me some sense of control back. And this moment, with Amy, felt out of control for me.

Not that Amy was out of control. But the feelings I was having

for

Amy --

for my own daughter

-- was way out of control. It stirred up things I had never felt before. Not even with Suzi. It was a passion that seemed to well up from somewhere deep inside of me, like it had been locked away. And Amy had unlocked that for me. And now, I was feeling overwhelmed.

I stepped onto the treadmill and pressed the button relentlessly. The beeping bringing the band below me to life. Soon, my feet were pounding on the rubber. The entire deck flexed beneath me with each step. I reached my max speed, going as hard as I could -- but going nowhere. What a metaphor, I thought to myself.

I kept grinding. My legs burned. The harder I ran, I kept telling myself, the less I'd feel the pain.

After ten minutes of an all out sprint, I hit my limit. I banged on the console. The band slowed instantly, and I nearly stumbled trying to adjust my pace. Within seconds, the band came to a complete stop. I stood there, catching my breath, dripping sweat. I wiped my face with the towel I had grabbed on my way in and stepped down, finding my balance as I placed my feet back onto the solid surface of the gym floor. I found a dispenser on the wall behind me and pulled a few disinfecting wipes. I walked back, stepped onto the machine, and began to wipe it down.

"You're so nice to do that!" I heard from the machine beside me. I was so lost in my own thoughts, that I hadn't noticed anyone there before. "I feel like people don't do that anymore!"

I tilted my head up. It was Amy's brunette from the pool and the bar. She was just starting up her treadmill. I nodded and gave a little laugh, unsure what to say. "Yeah, well... you know!" Real smooth, I thought to myself.

I went back to wiping down the console and grab bars. I glanced around and noticed that most of the treadmills were empty. Why did she choose

this

machine, I wondered to myself?

"You were at the bar last night, weren't you?" She continued, quickening her pace to a faster walk.

"Uh, yeah." I said, as I finished cleaning. I grabbed my towel and turned towards her, finally taking a good look. I tried my best not to stare, but the truth was that up close, she was even more stunning than Amy had suggested. Her hair was sleek, tied up in a high pony tail. Her brown eyes had a little glints of golden specks, and a well-defined smile with the cutest little dimple. She was wearing an olive green sports bra that did an amazing job of holding what I knew were larger breasts, but a terrible job of hiding her very hard nipples. A belly piercing shimmered as she moved, her taught tummy showed just a hint of abs. Her leggings molded around her ass, making it literally pop out. Perfectly white sneakers completed the look. I was stunned into silence.

She laughed. I looked back up, clearly caught checking her out. "So..." she tried to bring me back, "did you like the band?"

"Uh, yeah! They were pretty good." I said nonchalantly and looking away.

"It looked like you and your... " she glanced down, I presumed looking for a ring on my left hand, "girlfriend?" She hesitated before continuing, "seemed to really enjoy it!"

I laughed nervously. Girlfriend? No, sweetheart, that was my daughter -- I almost said. "Yeah... I, uh... I mean, yes. They put on a good show." If i hadn't already been sweating from my run, I thought, I'd probably look like an even bigger idiot.

"You guys put on a pretty good show, too," she laughed, looking back at her console and pressing buttons to speed up.

I didn't know what to say to that. I tried not to be obvious, but it was impossible not to appreciate her form as her legs began to pump along the treadmill.

"You know," she said between breaths, "your girlfriend might not be thrilled with you staring at me like that." She smiled as she said that, and gave me a knowing look.

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I mean, you've just got great form. I... I didn't mean to stare."

"Like you didn't mean to stare at the pool, or at the club last night?" Trying to laugh in between breaths.

"Yeah.... like I said," sheepishly, "I'm real sorry." I guess Amy and I had been more than a little obvious too.

"Don't be," she quipped. She raised her hand and covered her mouth as if to share a secret. "I kinda liked it."

I smiled. Embarrassed. She turned back to the console and pressed buttons. Her pace picked up more speed. Her breathing heavier. A natural end of the conversation, I figured. I turned to walk away. I couldn't just stand there and watch her body bounce for her whole workout -- could I? What a weird moment, I thought. First Amy, and now this woman.

I grabbed a water from the cooler, and headed towards the weights. I needed to lift heavy things.

I picked up a pair of fifty pound dumbbells and laid back onto a bench nearby. I grunted as I lifted them up and over my head. My chest, arms, and back muscles contracting, my core engaged. I managed five solid reps, the last one causing my body to shake as I reached the top. I dropped the weights onto the floor with a loud thud. I sat up and looked around.

I could see the line of treadmills in the mirror, and my new friend still bouncing away on it. I smiled, she smiled. It was still early and the gym was fairly empty. Other than the brunette and I, there were only five or six other people there, plus the attendant. It was a large room that took up two stories of the upper decks of the ship. There was a track that encircled the top floor, and large windows that let natural light spill in. The sun was just coming up on the horizon, streaking the sky with hues of purple, pink, and pale blue. I thought about Amy, back in the room. I wondered if she was still laying on the bed in her yellow sundress and yellow thong.

I grabbed the weights and laid back into position. Lifting, grunting, releasing, thinking. I repeated the steps for four more sets, and then gently placed the weights back onto the rack. I checked the time, had it only been a forty minutes? I looked over at the line of treadmills. The brunette looked like she was slowing down. She made eye contact and smiled. I smiled back. She waved. I waved.

I watched her bounce off the machine and return to wipe it down. I smiled, how nice of her.

I made my way to the bars. I racked two forty-five pound plates and added another twenty-five along side each one. I ducked under and positioned the bar against the meaty part of the back of my neck. I pressed up and held it there, getting used to bearing the weight on my shoulders. "Metaphors everywhere," I mumbled out loud.

I sank down into a squat, straining to hold my head and chest up. I felt my butt nearly hit the back of my heels. I strained for a moment as my quads burned, pressing up against gravity. I could feel the bar bend around my shoulders as I stood tall. I sank back down again and started over. Four reps done, I racked the bar with a loud clang.

I took a deep breath in, and relaxed for a moment.

"Great form," I heard behind me. The brunette had a towel draped over her shoulder, her body glistening with sweat. She looked even sexier than before.

"Thanks," I managed to say, trying once again not to get caught staring.

She wiped a strand from her forehead and stretched her hand out. "I'm Katie, by the way."

I wiped my hand on my shorts and reached out. We touched for the first time. "John," I replied.

Still holding my hand, Katie asked "Um, John, do you think that you could... spot me... when you're done with your set?"

"Uh... yeah, sure. No problem." I smiled politely, not wanting to sound too eager.

"Sure your girlfriend won't mind?" She said mischievously.

I laughed. If only she knew. "Is there a reason she should mind?" I responded a little more confidently.

"No." Katie answered quietly. She flipped around, "I mean, not unless you want a reason..." and trotted to the rack of free weights along the mirrored wall. I watched her pert ass in her leggings. I thought about Amy. I looked up and caught Katie's eyes in the mirror. I'd been caught. Again. She winked with a little smirk.

I shook my head in disbelief. Was this flirting? Was I even doing it right? I turned back to finish my set, positioning my shoulders and neck against the cold steel. I measured my grip, and pressed up. The bar flexed. I repositioned my feet, and sank down. I pushed my feet down into the floor, my legs burning, core engaged. I monitored Katie as I continued my reps. Ass out, chest up, knees slightly bent. Her form and body were perfect. Our eyes met again. She smiled. I grunted as I pushed myself back into a standing position. I finished my set and placed the bar back on the rack.

Katie placed her weights down and walked back towards me. She handed me a fresh towel. "Nice work."

"Thanks," I said as I wiped the sweat from my face. My shirt was soaked and I was still catching my breath. I walked around and removed the plates from the bar. "How much do you want on there?"

"Not as much as you!" Katie laughed and pointed to the twenty-five pound plates. "Just those are good."

I removed all the plates and replaced them with just the smaller ones. I stepped back and watched as Katie placed a towel across her shoulders to act as padding, and positioned herself under the bar. She looked at me and shook her head, "you can't spot me standing way over there silly!"

I stared at her. "Uh... yeah... right... sorry!" I moved to stand behind her, keeping a respectful distance away from her perfect ass. I placed my hands underneath the bar just outside of her grip. "Okay, ready," I announced.

"You shouldn't apologize so much," Katie said as she stood a little taller to un-rack the bar.

I felt the weight suddenly shift onto my hands. Katie stumbled slightly. I gripped tighter and quickly pulled up, releasing some of the tension from her shoulders. "Shit!" Katie exclaimed. "I guess I wasn't really ready for that much weight yet."

"I got you," I said assuringly. "Just, take it slow, and watch your form. You don't want to blow your back out."

Katie giggled. "I'm not opposed to that..."

"I mean... you know... just lift with your legs... so you don't hurt your back." I tried to recover from my totally unintentional sexual reference.

Katie started her first rep, sinking down slowly into a squat position. I pulled my hips back as she pushed her butt and dropped. She bounced slightly at the bottom, and then began to press back up. But her back was bent forward a little too far, and as she struggled to straighten up, I lifted the bar slightly to release the pressure. "Keep your back straight," I suggested.

"Like this?" Katie pressed backward, straightening her back, pressing down on her heels. In the process, her body was closer to mine. She stood up. I looked down and saw the beads of sweat forming along her spine, slowly making their way down to the small of her back. As she dropped back down into the squat, her leggings formed a tiny gap along her back, where the sweat dribbled down and out of site. As she stood back up, I could see the tiny hairs along her back and neck. I took a deep breath in, the smell of shampoo and lotion and sweat combined. On the next squat, she wobbled. Instinctively, I moved closer to help balance the weight across her shoulders. Standing over her, I could see the curves of the top of her breasts forming a deep valley. Beads of sweat rolling off the hills of flesh lead down to her tight stomach. I could feel myself getting hard. She pressed back up, struggling more now. "A little help," she said feebly.

Unable to get a solid grip on the bar, I moved closer and pulled up to help her carry the weight. The muscles in my chest and arms flexed as her ass pressed hard against me. I was unable to hide the effect she was having on me. I tried to pull my hips back, but Katie moved back with me as she attempted to rack the bar. My dick nestled snuggle against her ass as she leaned back into me harder.

I was trapped. Once she had the bar settled onto the supports, she gave wiggled against me and giggled. "Thanks for the help, John."

I smiled sheepishly. "Anytime, Katie." I felt another flood of emotions. This beautiful young woman was, it seemed, throwing herself at me. I was turned on and confident, and yet felt incredibly guilty and ashamed, all at the same time.

Finally, Katie turned around, relieving me from being pinned by her ass, but still standing uncomfortably close. She placed her hand on my shoulder and smiled seductively. A strand of dark brown hair fell into her face. "John, I've gotta run to get ready for breakfast with my girls..."

I just nodded and stared into her eyes.

She leaned even closer, inches from my face. "I hope your girlfriend can take care of that for you..." she whispered glancing down briefly. "If not... maybe I'll see you around soon?" She stood back up on her heels and spun around.

I watched dumbfounded as she slowly walked away, her ass bouncing and hips swaying. As she reached the doors, she took one last look back and waved. I waved back.

Crossing Lines

I took the long way back to the room. I needed a walk. I ordered a protein shake from the juice bar at the gym and stepped out onto the upper deck. The cool ocean breeze hit me hard. It was exactly what I wanted. I stood and let it wash over me. The sun was up now, and the warmth felt good on my skin, as the wind whipped away drying off the sweat. I walked towards the back of the boat, where our room was. The decks were still fairly empty at this hour, and I was grateful for the quiet and calm. I tried to let my mind clear. But all my thoughts kept coming back to Amy.

Katie was sexy and seductive. She clearly wanted my attention, and I was relishing in the fact that I could garner that from a young, attractive woman I had just met. It was exhilarating, and thrilling, and fun. Kind of like when I first met Suzi. But there was so much of my past with Suzi still holding me back. The memory and love of my late wife... and of course, Amy.

The thought of Amy waiting for me in our room, allowed me to push thoughts of Katie aside. It made my heart skip a beat. She was already mine. There was no pretense, no fear, no explanation. She already had my heart, my soul. She knew, she understood, everything about me. And now, I understood too. I understood what she meant when she said she knew what I needed, what I wanted. I didn't feel the weight of the past holding me back with her. On the contrary, it felt like we belonged. But I was still hesitant.

I reached our room. I stood outside the door and sucked a deep breath in. I held it, listening quietly. I heard nothing. I quietly tapped the card against the door. The beep and electronic latch unlocking seemed loud, and I didn't want to wake Amy. I pushed the door open slowly.

I had resolved to talk to Amy about what happened. What I was feeling. The things I struggled with. The things I needed to let go of. I knew what she wanted. And now, I knew what I wanted -- at least I felt like I had a slightly better sense of it. But I also knew I'd need time. Time to adjust to, whatever it was that was happening between us.

The room was brighter than when I left. The shade from the balcony door had been pulled back, and the view of the open water was spectacular. The sun sparkled across the water and seemed to reflect into the room. I made my way past the door, letting it slowly close behind me. Stepping through the entryway, past the bathroom door, and into the main room.

I wasn't sure what I was going to walk into, but whatever it was, I was not prepared for this. Amy was still lying in bed, but she was not asleep. My eyes washed over her with lust, taking in the sight unfolding before my eyes.

Her entire dress was bunched around her waist. Her breasts completely exposed. One hand gripped the firm flesh of her right tit, squeezing and pinching her very erect nipple between her fingers. The other hand, held her thong to the side. Her thumb furiously worked her engorged clit, as two fingers dug into the folds of her very wet pussy. Amy held her eyes shut tight, her mouth in a perpetual "o" shape, as she let out little grunts between shallow breaths.

"Yes," she moaned approvingly. "Right there... oh fuck... yes... daddy." I stepped back slightly, hiding in the shadow of the entryway.

"Fu..." Her breath was getting more labored and quick. "Fu... fu.... fuck..." she squealed out between breaths. "Fuck.... daddy! I'm cumming!"

Her fingers worked her tight little cunt faster and faster, until suddenly her body stiffened, before sending her into convulsive spasms. Her fingers plunged deeper into her body. She held her breath, lifting her hips up and her ass off the bed. Her other hand tightened it's grip, digging into the firm flesh of her breast.

I realized I had been rubbing my hard cock through my shorts. I couldn't help it. After everything I had endured -- the pool, the bar, last night, this morning, the gym -- I was desperate to feel relief as the pressure had built up unbearably. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself standing within a foot of the bed.

Amy was coming down from the high, her eyes still closed, but her body more relaxed. She continued rubbing and caressing her breasts. Her other hand ran along the inside of her thighs slick with her juices, over her pussy, and up over her flat tummy. She slowly made her way up, bringing her moist fingers to her mouth, licking the tip and then, sliding them between her lips.

Watching my daughter pleasure herself, watching her cum as she spoke those words "Daddy, I'm cumming" broke a critical element inside my brain. I moved, unconsciously, closer to the bed until I felt my knees hit the mattress. My eyes never left her body.

Amy slowly came back, her eyes fluttering open as she turned her head towards me. She smiled contentedly. Totally relaxed and completely unfazed by my presence. "Hi daddy... I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait for you."

I said nothing. Instead, I leaned over her, bringing my mouth to hers. Her tongue darted out and met mine. Her lips were wet and soft. Her tongue tasted tangy and sweet. Was I tasting my daughter's pussy on her own mouth? My head tingled as my brain took in this information.

I settled my hand on her firm thigh, the same thigh I had felt on the plane ride down, before all of this had started. I squeezed it and slid my hand up slowly. The moisture from her sweat and juices helping as my fingers glided up along her inner hip, tracing along the underside of her leg, until i felt the warm soft folds of her pussy.

Amy kissed me harder. She let go of her breast and brought her hand up to caress the side of my face. Then, she gently pulled me down, bringing my mouth over one of her perfect nipples. I obliged. I extended my tongue to flick the firm nub and then, engulfed it with my mouth. I sucked, feeling the flesh of her tit swell into my mouth as I continued running my tongue on her nipple. She cradled my head, "Yes dad, oh my god that feels so good."