Ruthie had looked forward to this all year. The first week after school got out was father-daughter time, and since she'd turned 18 in February, this might be the last trip. Her mom stayed home and she and her dad spent the week in the mountains. Ruthie loved the mountains with its natural beauty and crisp clean air. There just wasn't a better spot for her to enjoy being with Daddy. They would fish, hike, go whitewater rafting, horseback riding, the best part was just spending time together.
She had always called him Daddy, not dad or pop or father, she always wanted to be his little girl. Just like her name was really Ruth, but he had always called her Ruthie and she wouldn't have it any other way.
They settled into their cabin, no hotel room for them. The two of them wanted a time for talking and getting close without other people. Ruthie came out of her bedroom in her white bikini and asked, "What do you think?"
As he looked, Tony swallowed hard. His daughter had grown up on him. Her long dark hair framed a pixie like face and her bright green eyes lit up. Her tanned curves next to the white of her swim suit made him look, but her barely covered breasts straining against the material made him have a whole different reaction.
Ruthie saw him staring and felt her whole body tingle. Her dad had changed into his swim trunks while she was gone. Walking over she sat on his lap and gave him a big kiss. "I love you Daddy." She laid her head on his shoulder and she felt him fidgeting.
Toni was uncomfortable. Ruthie's sitting on his lap had brought her smooth skin in contact with his. The scent of her hair as her head lay against him combined with the heat he felt between his legs was making him have a very awkward reaction.
Ruthie didn't know what to think as she felt her dad getting hard. She was turning him on and what's more, she liked it. When had these feelings started between them? She felt him through the material of their suits. She rubbed her tits against him, kissed him again, and then she hopped up, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. Ruthie led him out of their cabin but not before she noticed the bulge.
Mountain flowers were different than other flowers and they usually drew in Tony's eyes as they created an alley of color around the Lake. At least they did if he looked at them, as they drove his eyes kept straying to his daughter, and her bikini. She had grown into a pretty and confidant young woman. He would fuss at himself because she was his daughter, but his eyes were still attracted to her. "What do you want to do Jet Ski or skiing?"
Ruthie pretended not to notice her daddy looking at her, "Let's rent a jet ski." Knowing her daddy was looking at her that way made her want to show off, and she would stretch a little throwing her chest out.
"Okay, two jet skis coming up."
"No Daddy --" she stared at her dad like she had never seen him before, "-- just one."
Tony looked at his daughter, "Are you all right?"
Ruthie gave him a big smile, "I'm fine Daddy," actually, she wasn't fine. She kept thinking of her dad getting turned on by her. She was his daughter and knew she should be upset or something; but she wasn't and now she wondered why it didn't bother her. All she had to do was look into his eyes as he stared at her and the tingling feeling would come back.
They got to the lake and he rented one Jet Ski, two life jackets, and a locker. Daddy and daughter had worn their swimsuits, but had brought clothes to change into. As they stuffed their things into it, Ruthie watched the look from some of the women when they saw her dad's physique. He didn't show off or anything but his muscles flexing in the sunlight made quite a sight.
The Jet Skis were at their own dock. Tony and Ruthie put on their life jackets before they got on the ski, then Tony put on the safety key strap. Tony started the engine, pushed away from the dock and they took off. This part of the lake was for the skiers; there was no swimming or fishing. That meant that they only had to watch out for others that were on jet skis, being pulled by a boat on regular skis or were in the water because they had fallen.
They had fun on the lake. Tony played a little bit with the throttle making the ski go faster and faster, he did several turns and zigzags. Father and daughter enjoyed their time together. Ruthie always smiled when he looked back at her and chatted as if nothing were out of the ordinary but she now felt odd with her arms wrapped around her daddy. The contact of her skin next to his made her feel -- things. Sitting behind him, her arms wrapped around him, her hands ached to drop lower. With her head on him she caught herself pressing her breasts into his back. Even through her life jacket it felt good.
Reluctantly they ended their afternoon. Making their way to the dock they returned the ski. Retrieving their clothes they headed for the bathrooms to change. On the trip back they rode in silence, which was unusual for them.
"Ruthie, you're not saying very much, something on your mind?"
Ruthie tried to smile, it had been a bad week, and she didn't want that to ruin their time together. "I'm fine." Tony knew crap when he heard it, but decided to let her tell him when she was ready.
They stopped and got take out on the way back. They finished eating at the cabin and went to the deck to enjoy the sunset. Tony sat on the swing and Ruthie was lying so that her head was in his lap.
Ruthie gave him a hug, "Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?"
Tony started to make a joke, and then he saw that his daughter was honestly hurting. "Yes, I think you are very pretty."
"Why?"
Ruthie had never asked Tony questions like this. He had to careful what he said; his answer could hurt her very deeply. He placed his hand on her head, "I like your hair. You have nice long black hair worn down in a loose relaxed style," he ran his fingers through her hair, "and it feels so soft."
Ruthie grabbed his hand with hers and held it, a tear running down her cheek. What was going on? He lightly traced her eyebrows with his forefinger, "A guy could just stare forever into your green eyes."
He continued because he didn't know what was wrong, but felt that this was helping somehow. One of his fingers ran lightly over her lips, "Any man would consider himself lucky to be able to kiss you."
When she felt her dad's finger on her lips, Ruthie started to sob and couldn't stop. She held onto his hand and turned her face so it was buried in his lap. She was crying so hard her whole body shook.
He didn't say anything, he just held her. When it seemed to ease up, he softly asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"And that's as far as you are ever going to be able to go." She tried to stop her crying and looked up at her dad. "My boyfriend and I broke up yesterday, he said he didn't like me because..."
Tony put his hand to her mouth to stop her, "Your ex-boyfriend is an idiot."
"Daddy, do you think I'm nice," she placed his hand on her breast, "there?"
"I think you're perfect."