It had been a perfect winterâs day breathless with brilliant blue sky. The air was so clear the surrounding mountains; etched in sharp relief; were mirrored in the deep blue waters of the tranquil sound.
I had taken the opportunity to get away for three days, to spend time on my own. The isolation and pristine beauty of the location would allow me to clear my thoughts and refocus.
I had invited my stepdaughter, Elle, to come with me, she was approaching nineteen with a sophistication and maturity beyond her years, her heart had recently been broken by the âlove of her lifeâ. Knowing she would not intrude on my space I felt the break would give her the opportunity to clear her head in a magical environment that had served me so well so often before.
We flew in by floatplane early on the Friday morning and spent a few hours adjusting. The silence was all embracing, broken only by the pure plaintive calls of the bellbirds that abounded.
In the afternoon we drifted lazily upon the placid waters in a rented row-boat, fishing; our success was not important; being alone; in that environment was everything.
Around four in the afternoon; the sun having lost all of its winter heat; we headed home. After a long luxurious shower and dressing warmly for the evening, I and went out for a short walk. Passing behind Elleâs cabin on the way, her bathroom window was slightly ajar; I couldnât help but notice her naked form as she stepped into a hot steaming bath. Her breasts were beautifully formed, firm and proud, as yet unaffected by childbirth and gravity. As she would say, âyou canât hold a pencil under themâ Her narrow shoulders accentuated their bounty by creating a deep cleavage between her 36 double D cups.
A lump formed in my throat; I stopped dead in my tracks; I couldnât help myself; I stared at this vision. Bending forward; Elle steadied herself with her hand on the bathâs rim; her breasts swung forward; suspended; as her foot tentatively tested the water; satisfied she lowered herself into its warm embrace. Closing her eyes she lay back, the water surged up her body; swirling over and around her free floating breasts; they were like two islands each crowned with large pink nipples. She shuddered with pleasure.
Breaking away I continued my walk, aroused and confused by my emotions. My mind was in turmoil; she was my step daughter for Christ sake, this wasnât supposed to happen. It shouldnât be happening. A heavy empty ache in my loins was replaced by my surging erection. My heart beat heavily in my chest. I have no memory of my walk; it was if I was in a trance. I walked for a mile trying to clear my head; not wanting too.
Returning I was aware that my pace quickened as I approached, hoping to catch another glimpse of her beauty. My cheeks were burning. Aware of my tread; I crept towards her window. To my disappointment Elle was wrapped in a towel; tied tightly across her bosom. With her back toward me; she lifted her leg to dry between her toes; the towel clung snugly to her rounded ass.
âGod damnâ I whispered softly and turned for my room.
Composing myself; I opened a bottle of Chardonnay and drank deeply. Carrying two glasses I made my way to the lounge for a quite pre diner drink. A blazing log fire warmed the room; the music was soft and unobtrusive. I smiled; the scene was perfect for seduction. To bad I was alone, alone in all respects, except for Elle.
I was well into my second glass before being joined by young American couple who were backpacking their way around the country. Moments later Elle entered looking as always; older than her years; dressed casually with an attractive choker around her neck; she smiled as she approached, taking my offered glass.
âFeeling better?â
âOh yeah, I had a wonderful bath, I feel so warm and relaxedâ She settled onto her knees in front of the fire, running her palms up and down the length of her shapely thighs.
âHow did you like your first day in paradise?â
âIf the next two are like this one, Iâll be so laid back Iâll be horizontalâ She smiled, her eyes sparkled with humour as she raised her glass to her lips.
Our fellow companions laughed at her comment. Wes and June introduced themselves and joined us in our pre dinner cocktail.
They were a handsome professional couple in their early thirties, intelligent, humorous, well travelled. The conversation evolved into an easy familiarity, ebbing and flowing sprinkled with much laughter and the occasional innuendo. It continued through dinner and again in the lounge afterwards.
Wes had been attentive to Elle all evening, never overstepping the mark, but obviously attracted to her. Elle very self assured; aware of her power over men; played him like one more advanced than her years. If his partner June noticed, she didnât comment. She was a beauty in her own right; a tall voluptuous woman, generously proportioned, long legs and well rounded curves. Her eyes steady gaze conveyed great warmth and deep meaning; many times I found myself drawn into their depths. Wes was a lucky man.
Patting her thigh; Wes interrupted our conversation. âCome on sweetheart, lets leave these lovers aloneâ
Stunned; I caught Elleâs eye; they sparkled with mirth; burying her face into her glass, she bit into its rim to prevent herself from laughing out loud.
It was, as much as I could do to control myself as I stood to wish them good night, I had to let them in on our secret.
âThanks for the compliment, but Elle here, is my step daughterâ
Their embarrassment was eased by our combined laughter.
After shaking Wesâs hand, I turned to June, spread her arms she crushed me to her, kissing my cheek. He; in turn; enveloped Elle in his arms, enjoying her closeness. In that moment June kissed my lips grinding her hips into me; whispering âIâm so glad to have met you, perhaps weâll get to know each other moreâ Her eyes said everything as she released me and reached for her man.
In a moment they were gone; we were alone.
âWell! What about that? They thought we were loversâ
Elle didnât respond for a long time; finally mumbling. âThat wouldnât be so bad, would it?â
I was stunned; my heart raced, pounding in my ears. Lost for words I turned away to gather up the glasses, pretending I had misheard.
âWould you like me to sleep with you tonight?â
â If you likeâ Inwardly I cringed at my lame response; if you like; it was if I was doing her a favour. Elle had shared my bed many times as a young girl; whenever she was anxious or frightened; maybe she was now, I would be foolish to expect more.
Together we walked in silence, when we approached Elleâs room I turned and pecked her on the cheek.
âGood nightâ I whispered, giving her the opportunity to reconsider; hoping she wouldnât.
âDonât you want me to sleep with you,â she inquired plaintively.
â Of course you can Elle, but I need to freshen up firstâ
âMy room or yoursâ
âMine, I think mine would be betterâ
My heart beat heavily in my chest as I took a long hot shower, my cock lolling between my legs; semi-tumescent; heavy with expectation. My mind was full of sexual imagery as I soaped myself lovingly to full erection.
Towelling myself dry I slipped into some clean boxer shorts; normally I slept naked but I didnât want to appear too eager.
My room was dimly lit on my arrival; I could make out Elleâs form under the thick feather duvet. Slipping into the bed I turned out the light. My heartâs heavy beating pounded in my ears, as I lay down on my back, motionless.
Elle turned towards me and I felt the touch of her bare skin.
âElle, are you wearing anything?â
âWhat?â she murmured drowsily
I didnât answer; turning toward her I raised the sheets; in the half-light I could see she was completely naked save for the black choker.
âWhat are you doing?â she whispered âJust hold meâ
Needing no further encouragement I drew her to me; aware of her breast as the brush up against my chest; she sighed and kissed me lightly on the neck.
Savouring the moment; we lay still in our warm embrace; eventually; with the tips of my fingers; I drew my hand down across her waist, she shivered, continuing my hands descent over the swell of her hips; down her thighs; as far as I could go. Reversing the process I returned to my starting point in the middle of her back.
âThatâs niceâ she whispered; kissing my neck again; encouraging me further.