What a surprise to hear from my daughter that she wanted to spend spring vacation with me. On the phone she said she loved the camping trips we enjoyed as a family when she was a young child. She said she wanted to bring a friend and recreate the fun we used to have.
I reminded her that we were a naturist family and that we went to remote places so we could enjoy the outdoors in the bare freedom we all loved. What would her friend think when we doffed our clothes to enjoy the wilderness nude and natural?
My daughter, Audrey responded,"That's cool dad. I told Missy to expect to get a real bad sunburn." I agreed that I would make the arrangements and meet them at the airport when they arrived.
"Just bring your toothbrush and comb." I reminded her.
After the phone call, I sat back and mused how this camping trip would turn out. It had been 7 years since Audrey's mother left and I had devoted most of my time to running my contracting business. Building houses gave me lots of aerobic and strengthening exercise so I had kept my muscles firm and and my waist in control.
I hadn't thought about or pursued much of a social life since Liz, my wife left, so I was excited about this excursion. Audrey lived with her mother until she went off to college. On the occasional visits I saw that she had matured from my little girl into a striking young woman. Still I had few chances to spend any time with her or her brother Peter who was two years her junior.
When the children were small my wife, Liz, and I felt they needed to see the human body in its natural state, so we began to make our wilderness trips like historical excursions back into prehistoric time. Our campsites were secluded stream side sites in the rough canyons of Arizona. We wore nothing in camp and leather leggings and moccasins when we went hiking.
We practiced stealth and avoided the four wheelers and motorcyclists as if we were the indigenous natives. The kids took to it like they really were natives and we had a great game of living with the land. All of our gear was light weight and camouflaged so our presence was invisible.
During the next week my evenings were spent finding, repairing, and replacing equipment. I got the Jeep in shape and tested the winch and the four-wheel drive. By the weekend I was ready.
I had arranged to meet the girls in Phoenix so I arrived at Sky Harbor Airport and rushed to the gate with gleeful anticipation. After they disembarked the airliner they walked to the gate where I saw that I was in for a pleasant surprise. Audrey ran over and gave me a big hug and a kiss then introduced her friend Missy.
Missy was an absolute doll. She stood about 5 foot 3 inches and had an amazing body. She wore a sleeveless shell top with no bra and had the most gorgeous pert breasts. Her nipples and perky areolae were outlined by the thin cotton and the shell that hung just below the bulge of her breasts.
She had a pair of cutoff Levi's that barely covered her labia and poorly covered her firm round buttocks. She had honey blonde hair and long tan legs fitted into some well worn hiking boots. A red bandanna topped off her abbreviated outfit casually tied around her neck. I noticed she had worn a concho belt on with real silver and turquoise conchos.
Audrey was dressed similarly but with a brown tank tee shirt that flattered her firm breasts. She was a little smaller but her nipples stood firm and high tightly outlined by the thin fabric. Between her breasts was a Kokopelli flute dancer in crimson stenciled on the fabric. Her tee also ended just beneath her breasts and her bare midriff was tanned and well muscled with clear muscle cuts that we called a "six-Pack", two rows of striations of her rectus muscle.
She was wearing a pair of full length jeans and had on a pair of "Hopi squaw boot" moccasins with a thick elk hide sole bleached white and russet soft suede tops that fastened with silver dime sized buttons to the mid calf. Around her neck she had on a simple yet elegant squash-blossom necklace that, I remember, once belonged to her mother.
Once the introductions were made we headed for baggage carousel the Jeep. Audrey reminded me with a wink, "We packed light, dad." Holding up a small day pack made of suede tan leather. "We just need to wait for one piece luggage." Missy smiled and looked blushed as we headed out the doors into the dry Arizona heat. She had retrieved and strapped on a folding hunter knife and scabbord.
We drove north and east climbing from the low desert surrounding Phoenix to the rugged mountains and cactus filled high Sonoran desert. The hills were of recent volcanic origin and the vegetation rich in variety and color from the tall unique saguaro cactus to the dangerous if touched "teddy bear" Cholla cactus with pear like sections festooned with millions of spines.
We left the Interstate to enter "Bloody Basin", named after a desperate range war in the 1880's. The road quickly became a never ending series of rocks and ruts as we headed east to the Verde River. We first had to cross and climb a ridge that was almost impossible to navigate in two wheel drive. As I got out to lock in the hubs I doffed my shirt and threw it in the back of the Jeep. With a quick twist the hubs were locked in four-wheel drive and I turned to get back into the driver's seat.
As I turned I saw both girls had removed their tops and sat grinning with four of the most gorgeous mammaries that I had ever seen staring back at me. "this is going to be fun, Dad." grinned Audrey as she stood and grabbed the top of the windscreen of the open Jeep.
I put the Jeep in gear and began to climb the ridge as the sun began to set behind us over the ridge of the Bradshaw mountains 15 miles behind us.
I glanced in the mirror and Missy smiled and took in a breath making her pert breasts rise as I admired the beautiful mammaries.
"We are going to have a great time." I thought as I tried to keep my mind on the ruts and rocks as we ever so slowly crept along.
