The sun was high and bright as I stepped out onto the deck, the warm breeze ruffling my hair. The cruise ship had docked overnight at our first port. The view wasn't particularly picturesque here. The water was murky and dark, the cement buildings and roads seemed old and dirty. There was a lot of activity on the dock itself, with equipment and fork lifts moving crates and pallets around.
But the verdent mountain rising behind all of that gave way to blindingly white puffy clouds moving across a deep blue backdrop. It was looking like a perfect day for our excursion -- a hidden cove that Amy had discovered on a travel blog.
Amy needed some time to get ready. I let her know I'd wait for her on one of the upper decks. I found a lounge chair and settled in, closing my eyes and taking in the warmth and letting my mind wander.
The last few days had taken Amy and I on a wild adventure of emotions I was not fully prepared to handle. The things we had done, as father and daughter, overwhelmed me with a feeling of excitement and guilt. Excitement about a new sexual relationship, but guilt that I was ruining our family relationship; Excitement about the fantasy, but guilt over what would happen when we returned to our real lives; Excitement about having a partner, but guilt about betraying my wife.
But our closeness, coupled with the desire that Amy had expressed in me as a man, also brought a sense of peace and security. After all, I was her father, and my job was to make her feel safe and loved. If Amy desired the safety and comfort of her dad -- even if that safety and comfort came from an intimacy that was considered taboo -- didn't that count for something?
And yet, despite the peace I felt, the guilt persisted. Like a constant stream of anxiety flowing through my mind. I was able to ignore it for periods of time. But eventually I'd find myself at the water's edge again, and the stream would run wild -- a raging river of thoughts and fears.
We had not yet, technically, crossed the line of penetrative sex.
That
was the GREAT technicality I could still hang my hat on -- "At least we haven't had sex" I'd think to myself. That was my rationale. My levee that kept the river from spilling over and drowning me. I could still rationalize all the things we had done until now -- were somehow, okay.
But the berm was eroding. Quickly.
I felt a shadow cast over me, and I opened my eyes to see Amy standing there, a radiant smile on her face. She was dressed in a cute sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. My heart skipped a beat, and all those worries and anxieties fled away.
"Ready for our adventure, Daddy?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
I stood up, taking her hand and smiling. "More than ready, baby girl. Let's go explore."
We made our way off the ship and followed the signs to the bus that would shuttle us to the beach. We climbed aboard, and Amy led us towards the back. She took the window seat. The AC was at full blast, and I could see Amy's nipples respond to the temperature difference. Amy snuggled close to me, her head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, enjoying the feel of her warm body against mine.
The ride was bumpy, and I could feel her breasts bouncing, rubbing against my arm with each movement. I dropped my hand from her shoulder and caressed the curve of her breast, discreetly placing my finger on her hardened nipple and pressing it with a circular patter. The thin fabric of her sundress and bathing suit underneath doing little to hide her excitement from my fingertips.
Amy pressed my other hand onto her lap, covering it with her oversized beach bag. I caressed the outside of her knee, then tucked my hand between them. She parted her legs slightly, looking up at me longingly. Her lips parted slightly and her the tip of her tongue pressed against the edge of her teeth. A wicked smile grew across her face.
I knew what she wanted... what she needed.
My hand slowly slid up the inside of her silky smooth thighs. Her skin was soft yet firm. My large fingers digging into the meaty, pliable flesh of her athletic leg. The hem of Amy's sundress inched upwards, dangerously close to her sex.
I looked around, trying to act casual as I assessed the extent of our exposure. Most couples were idly talking among themselves, or gazing out the window. No one was paying any attention to us. I returned my focus to my vixen. Guilt be damned... i wanted to touch her. To feel her. To make her feel good... to feel loved.
Amy closed her eyes, sighing quietly as her head fell against the cushioned seat-back. She tightened her grip my arm, keeping me from abandoning her intended target. I continued to grope my willing daughter's body.
My hand was close enough that I could feel the intense heat emanating from deep inside her. But weary of our surroundings, I extended my thumb under the edge of her sundress the final few inches until I made contact with the fabric of her bathing suit. I pressed the padding of my large digit against the fold of her pussy, feeling her lips give way. Amy's whole body tensed against me. Her breathing grew shallow.
I slid my thumb up, feeling my way to the unmistakable nub of sensitive flesh just above her slit. I pressed on it lightly, teasing her as I rolled and flicked her clit with the tip of my finger, the motion of the bus amplifying the movements. She let out a moan, barely audible above the din of the bus, and buried her face into my chest. I could feel her breasts become firmer against my arm.
I smiled, knowing I could bring Amy to orgasm with my touch did wonders for my ego. The bus bouncing along the island road hid the real reason for her body's convulsions.
Amy looked up at me, her eyes pleading. "You're making me feel things, Daddy," she whispered, her voice sultry and surprisingly calm.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. I pressed lightly against her pussy again. I could feel moisture building up on the fabric. The bus rocked as we passed over a bump. She moaned again into my mouth.
The bus pulled into the lot of a resort that cruise ship passengers could use while in port. As we arrived, I gave Amy's leg a final squeeze, and pulled her dress down as I slid my hand from between her legs.
Amy smoothed the hem down into her lap, leaned up to kiss me on the cheek, and whispered into my ear, "Thank you, Daddy!". It sent shivers down my spine. Taking my hand in hers, she brought them up to her face, and kissed my thumb before discreetly placing the tip between her lips.
I did my best to stay composed, but I was worried that everyone on the bus knew exactly what we were doing -- and more importantly, who I was doing it to. Luckily, once parked, all the passengers began gathering their things and filing off the bus without giving us a second look. Amy and I followed the crowd, making our way past the touristy bars and cabanas, and out onto the sand.
The beach was covered in pairs of white plastic loungers arranged in perfect rows, an umbrella and small table nestled between each pair, extending from the manicured resort grass all the way down to the water's edge. Locals carrying overstuffed bags and boards with hand-made trinkets and souvenirs hanging from them, waited expectedly for their opportunity to sell their wares. Needless to say, this was not the beach experience we were looking for.
Amy took my hand and led me away along the shoreline, leaving the crowded resort behind us. The walk, like my guide, was beautiful. The sun, the white sand, the crystalline water... it all served to accentuate the fantasy of our illicit experience. I admired her body as it moved under her sundress, the curve of her ass, the way the sun made her hair glow, her feet sinking into the sand... everything about her was intoxicating. I would have walked to the end of the earth with this girl, I thought to myself.
Eventually, we came to a place where a bluff jutted out into the water, effectively cutting off the beach completely. Amy stopped and surveyed the far edge of the beach. From here, it wasn't clear that we could go any further. But Amy pointed to a palm tree away from the water's edge and pulled me along towards it.
"There," Amy said pointing to the base of a palm tree, where a small gap in the bushes that surrounded it opened up like a secret portal. "I think that's where we go in, and there should be a path we can follow to the other side."
Ducking into the bush, we made our way through a thicket of dense foliage. And just as Amy had promised, a well worn path appeared on the other side. The path led us into a patch of dense jungle, like a hidden garden. Over-sized leaves and thick vines climbed the trunks of coconut palms, and exotic flowers and birds seemed to float in the air. The ground here was different from the beach sand, red and black, coarse and rough. Eventually, the jungle opened up to a rocky shoal near the water's edge, where the trail turned, hugging the cliff wall.
"This is definitely an adventure!" I smiled at Amy. We followed the trail around the corner, and in between a series of large rocks, before ending at an open vista. Flat rocks had been arranged haphazardly, in a series of stepping stones leading down to the beach below. We both gasped at the view.
There were no vendors, or tiki huts, or lounge chairs, or umbrellas here. Just a few people with towels scattered across a small expanse of powdery white sand. The cove was surrounded by a dramatic cliff wall with black and red rock that towered up toward the sky. A cropping of similar rocks created a small island just off the shore. The water was calmer here than at the resort. Waves lapped lazily onto the sand, with an occasional larger one crashing every so often, but quickly dissipating into nothing.
"Whoa," I said.
"Right!?" Amy looked back smiling at me in shared amazement. Still holding my hand, she led us down onto the beach.
We found a spot away from the few other people that had ventured down to our secret cove, and set ourselves up. The sound of the waves, the warm sun on our skin, and my beautiful daughter by my side was all I needed. It was perfect.
I sat down onto my towel, but Amy stayed standing, positioning herself in front of me.
I looked up at her inquisitively. She smiled mischievously.
"I hope you like this..." she said.
I fixed my gaze on her hands as she reached down and seductively pulled the hem of her sundress up.
She began slowly revealing her body to me. First, her firm, athletic thighs. Then the mound of her sex, covered in the pale blue fabric I had felt on the bus ride. The small triangle ended just above below pubic bone, held up to her body by two thin strings that wrapped up and over the sides of her shapely hips. Then her flat stomach, where a glint of sunlight from the stud of her belly-piercing shimmered. Soon the bottom flesh of her pert breasts came into view, bulging out in every direction from the small triangles of the same pale blue fabric stretched tight, serving only to cover her areola and nipples. She continued raising the dress up and over her head, letting her hair fall back down in golden strands around her face. She stood, bending a knee slightly and placing her hand on her hip, smiling expectantly.
"So? Whaddya think?" She asked. "I got this one on the ship this morning... I wanted to wear it for you."
My mouth was dry and it took a few seconds for me to answer. "Uh... wow, Ames. I'm.... holy shit..."
"Wait..." Amy said, holding her finger up. She slowly spun around and presented herself to me, tilting her head back to see my reaction.
The two strings holding the front of her bottoms rose up and over the perfect, firm spheres of her butt. They connected at the top of her crack and then dove down below, buried between her ass.
I was speechless. Speechless, and horny.
"Do you like it, Dad?"
