Cruising

He finally agreed, but wanted to make it “extra special,” he said. “We’ll do it on the trip, Kimmy, I promise. On the high seas in our stateroom. How’s that sound?”

“Wonderful. Can’t wait.”

And so, on a pleasant day in mid-June, they caught a cab to Baltimore’s inner harbor and boarded a Carnival Destiny cruise ship bound for the Bahama Islands. Their ship was big enough to accommodate over two-thousand passengers and was equipped with several pools, dining rooms, bar, fitness room and other amenities typical for cruise ships. Their interior stateroom had two twin beds, desk and chair and was fully carpeted in a black and brown stripe pattern.

Upon entering their room, Kim said, “Dad, it just occurred to me that we haven’t actually slept together. I mean in the same room all night.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. But I think we’ll make out okay, even in this smallish space.” Chuckling, he added, “We’ll get along is what I meant.”

Kim laughed. “I know what you meant. But I’m looking forward to the other meaning, too.” She reached out to him. “So how about we start now? We have plenty of time to unpack. Oh, FWI, I didn’t forget my contraceptive pills.”

They hadn’t done much actual kissing. At home, their lips had been busy elsewhere–his on her pussy and boobs, hers on his cock. But now, fully clothed, they got into it, long enough for Patrick to get hard and for Kim to feel the bulge through his cameo Bermuda shorts.

When they parted, he said, “Kimmy, I can feel my inhibitions about making love to you breaking down. Must be because we’re in another place.”

Kim smiled and licked her lips. “That’s the spirit. I thought all you needed was a change of venue. Let’s make tonight our maiden voyage, shall we?”

“Bon Voyage. Yes.”

After unpacking, they spent the next few hours exploring the ship. They checked out the pool and dining room, the fitness room and bar. By mid-afternoon, they were deck sitting, stretched out on turquoise loungers, their white bodies moist with sunscreen. Patrick, still in his Bermudas, had his shirt off. He admired a few of the hot women who strolled by but not as much as he did his own daughter, wearing her skimpy shorts and a glorified bra that left little to the imagination.

Gingerly, Kim placed a hand over his bulge. “Dad, maybe it’s time you turn over like you did at our neighbors pool,” she joked.

He laughed. “Like I said, I don’t feel nearly as inhibited here. Looking forward to tonight.”

Kim smiled and gave her boobs, three-quarters exposed, a brief rub. “Yeah, me too. Only, why wait until tonight? I’m leaking with desire and from what I can feel beneath your pants, you’re primed to go as well.”

She got no argument from him. After gathering their things, they retreated to their room and resumed what they were doing when they first got here. Only this time with more passion and this time with no clothes on, save for Kim’s right ankle bracelet. Even though Patrick had seen his daughter’s breasts many times before, he still marveled at how beautiful they were. “Perfect,” he said, while fondling them. “So big and yet so firm.”

“Ooo, that feels nice,” she purred, standing there, letting him fondle with his fingers and then tongue, while she stroked his inflating cock. When he took his index finger and began to stroke her wet pussy, her knees buckled. “Dad, I think it’s time. If I don’t lay down now, I’ll fall down.”

Patrick looked at the twin beds and said, “Not much room but enough.”

“I’d say so,” she said. She continued to stroke his cock, wondering, because he was so thick, if it might hurt. “Dad, I’m hoping you’re that gentle giant you said you were.”

“You’ll be fine,” he said. “I can feel how well-lubricated you are.”

After laying down and spreading her legs, she guided him toward her well-lubricated pussy. “That’s it, gently, gently,” she whispered. “Huh huh, that’s it. Oh, my, you’re so thick.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“Not at all. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Proceed with caution.”

“Proceed with caution…You sound like a street sign.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Good one, dad.”

“Glad you liked it,” he said, then proceeded to do as she advised. Incrementally, little by little, he ventured forth into a place where no dad should ever go. Yet he was, with the expressed consent of his beloved princess. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, dad, yes! You’re doing great.” Oh and how! A gentle giant indeed, this strong, hirsute man wedged between her legs, the same man who helped bring her into the world and now was bringing her uncommon pleasure.

“No screaming or fainting?”

“No screaming because someone might call the captain. But I can’t guarantee that I won’t pass out.”

She felt him sink deeper and deeper. Felt his lips also, kissing her tummy and breasts and his hands sliding along her firm, shapely legs. “You can pick up the pace if you’d like,” she said. “This is fantastic, the way you’re pleasuring me.”

“See, a thick cock needn’t hurt.”

“Right. You’re proving that my initial fears were unfounded.”

Momentarily free of his inhibitions regarding taboo and his thick cock doing damage, and encouraged by Kim’s positive response, Patrick quickened his pace. Proceed with caution was shifting into a pile-driving pace of full steam ahead. Through those experiences at home, he knew his daughter well enough to sense when she was nearing climax. He knew that when she closed her eyes, when her moaning and groaning reached a certain decibel level, and especially when her body rocked and quivered, she was as good as there.

Of course, Kim knew it, too. She’d been there before with him, all those times when his tongue swished and stabbed its merry way over her pussy and clit. No tongue this time. This was the “real deal,” his gentle giant of an appendage, once feared but now welcomed into her young body, reacting as female bodies do when being made love to by a man who knew what he was doing and loved her dearly besides.

She didn’t faint. Well, maybe she did for a few seconds when she climaxed and had no recollection of hearing him voicing his own sounds of pleasure when he got there right after her. She lay on her back, arms splayed flat beside her head, palms up, eyes half-closed, momentarily lost for words.

Now on his knees, he reached down and brushed back her hair. “Honey, are you okay?”

She let out a deep breath. Then, in a voice just above a whisper, she said, “I’m so okay. That was indescribably indescribable.” She chuckled. “Excuse my gibberish, dad, but I don’t feel fully conscious yet.” She cupped her hand over her forehead. “And to think that we’ve only been onboard for a few hours. Whew…”

He ducked into the bathroom, then came out with two hand towels to wipe themselves off. Then he said, “Kimmy, I think we’ve got some great sailing ahead of us.”

She sat up and gave a mock salute. Aye-aye, captain.”

*****

Hours later, after showering and taking a brief nap, they were seated in the ship’s gaudy dining room, a space large enough to seat over one-hundred diners. Two rows of columns rose from floor to ceiling. One huge chandelier hung in the center, with supplemental lighting coming from inside the columns. Rows of round and rectangular tables sat on a blue and orange carpet, matching the orange fabric of the chairs.

This was communal dining at its best or worst, depending on how one looked at it. Here, it appeared to be the former, judging from how happy everyone appeared. Kim and Patrick sat at a round table with five other diners. Kim wore a sleeveless white dress and Patrick wore a light-tan blazer and button-down blue shirt. Kim’s hair, dark brown with light-brown streaks, was pulled back, with the light-brown part dropping just below her shoulder blades.

There was a thirty-something couple and a family of three, that included a young man around Kim’s age. He smiled at Kim who smiled back, and not just to be polite. She thought the dude was hot. He had a nice smile, curly, dirty-blond hair, and his long-sleeved, blue and white striped open collar shirt did nothing to hide shoulders that were broad and thick. Just from a sitting position, she could tell that he was probably over six-feet, tall like his parents, at least from what she could see of them. His dad was nearly bald, while his mom had her light-brown, wavy hair fixed into a stylish coiffure–one of those women, Kim surmised, that had to look her “best” everywhere she went.

While a server stood at their table to take orders, Kim wondered what sort of sleeping arrangement the family had. The rooms were rather small for three people, although the bigger rooms could accommodate that many if privacy wasn’t a huge issue. Somehow, she couldn’t see this guy sleeping in the same room with his mom and dad. Unless…Oh, Jesus, she wasn’t going to go there. This family looked too “normal” to be doing what she and her dad were doing.

Everyone appeared friendly. Communal dining almost forces folks to be friendly, if for no other reason than to diffuse the undertow of tension endemic to sitting with a group of strangers. After the server left, Patrick introduced himself, followed by Kim. The others then did the same, including the family of three, Angela and Geoff Thatcher and their son, Scott. Like Patrick, Angela and Geoff wanted to celebrate Scott’s college graduation with a cruise. In time, Kim and Scott took over most of the conversation, trading information on college (Kim graduated from the University of Maryland; Scott, the University of Delaware), their major and what they planned to do afterward. Scott had a construction job lined up, then planned to enter grad school in the fall to pursue a master’s degree in chemistry. Kim, an education major, also planned to attend grad school and work in her dad’s realty business during the summer.