Freedom’s Touch

Ryan

The lake engulfed the landscape, glinting and gleaming with the colors of its surroundings. It met the sky’s gaze with a fever of its own, deepening in color the farther out it reached. The evergreen forest that surrounded the body of water left, in their shadow, a deep green mark upon the water – as if to remind you just how far from the world you really were. Waves, churned up by the mountain wind, lapped up against the shore. The steady thrumming of the water was broken only by the echoes of playing children and the shouts of excited lake goers, who like him, had made their way out here into the wilderness for the summer.

Ryan was not the wisest of men, nor was he the best featured, his beer gut had earned its place, though it was not extensive. It hung out only enough to dissuade him from taking pride in his physique. As such he sat on the shore line and watched those who had earned better comfort in their own skin dive and frolic about the glacial lake.

He gazed up longingly at the peaks above, the mighty pillars of rock and dust that enclosed this deep valley in the embrace of their shadow. As he shifted in his camping chair his eyes caught a glimpse of his daughter, Emily – she had just emerged from a lengthy time underwater. Her neighborhood friend, Kim, sat opposite her ejecting a fountain of water with her hands. Emily responded with a scream and blasted a wave of her own in her friend’s direction. They giggled moments later halfheartedly splashing about.

All around him walked women and men whose bodies were the stuff of legend. The tight pants and revealing bathing suits tugged at Ryan’s emotions. You can civilize a man – but you can never take away the fantasies – and the fantasies were alive and well. He felt those parts of his body warm and tingle with the human scenery that passed him by – how he would love to be 20 years younger, capable of wooing one of these pristine beauties to his bed. But those days were long gone – at 39 he was just another shmuck on the beach, eyeing up the hindquarters of younger women. He let out a sigh – he was one of them – the men that gave women reason to be uncomfortable.

His daughter stepped out of the lake, her skin glistening in the sun. She laughed as she spoke with her friend. Her Bikini was barely anything, covering her chest with an apparatus so small it merely blocked her nipple from view, her round plump breasts were open and enticing to all who gaze upon her. Gritting his teeth Ryan looked away – these fantasies he buried deep where none could find them – not even him. But he felt his body respond to her against his will. Her beautiful blond hair fell, even soaked in lake water, perfectly about her shoulders, her buttocks was as prominent as her front, bubbling out behind her, covered by only a strand of rainbow colored nylon. He felt the tingling arouse his nether region. Again, he forced such fantasies down.

He needed some relief, something to release the tension. He’d be sleeping within the same tent as her tonight and had no desire to spend it aching for her. They had a 14-mile hike ahead of them in the coming day and he would need his sleep. Figuring he could quickly relieve himself in the tent before his daughter was finished here, he grabbed his chair as he stood and folded it. He just needed ten minutes alone and all would be well – besides his wife awaited them at home in a few days, and she would, if the stars aligned correctly and enough goats sacrificed to the old gods, might help him with his need for some sexual intercourse.

Emily

The cold sting of the mountain lake bit at her legs like a thousand angry needles. The day was blistering hot under the roaring sunlight that crashed down upon her and the two sensations seemed to equalize somewhere in the middle. Kim, who had been her lifelong camping buddy and childhood friend, stood behind her, watching. Emily turned to wave at her father, who had picked up his chair and was headed for the tent. A small low filled her soul – he had been troubled the past few days of hiking. She had had many a nightmare of him telling her of some horrific terminal illness befalling him. She shrugged it off quickly and turned back to her friend.

“Hey M! You done in the lake?” Kim called.

“Yeah, for a bit.”

Kim splashed out of the water next to her and caught the sight of Emily’s dad disappearing into the heavily wooded campground. She let out a giggle and hung herself laboriously over her friend. Emily, with a return, pushed her off.

“He’s seemed upset the past few days.”

Kim slapped Emily’s toned midriff and giggled again, “Can’t imagine why, girl. You’re the biggest hottest tease in this place.”

“Yuck!” Emily retorted, “That’s disgusting.”

“No, its not, it’s perfectly natural – now stop worrying – there are a few short walks nearby if you want to take one – get the sweat flowing for another dive in the lake.”

Emily glanced after her father, who had now vanished from sight, “Yeah – just need to grab better shoes.”

“You could maybe just manage, for your dad?”

“Why would he care? I just need my boots.”

Before Kim could reply with one of her insinuating retorts, no matter how provocative Emily found them, she headed for the tent to grab her hiking shoes and head off into the wild with Kim. If it was anything like last year, a hike in the woods, alone, with Kim always brought something exciting. Since Kim had headed off to college she had become more open with Emily about certain aspects of her body that neither had really discussed before. The little demon was a year ahead of Emily in school – and M (her childhood nickname that persisted to this day) was just heading into college at the end of the summer – a bright eyed and bushy tailed freshman.

Ryan

He zipped up the tent behind him and lay down on his sleeping bag. His mind flashed with the images of his daughter. He grimaced with embarrassment – even though no one could really see into his mind. Such thoughts were best left to the deep recesses of his observance. But seeing her body glistening with lake water: so perfectly curved with such perfect edges and lines, had brought them gushing to the surface like one of the nearby alpine springs. His body tingled again with the thoughts as his manhood rose to push out his swimsuit uncomfortably. He was not endowed with the largest in all the land, but at eight inches it stuck out prominently from his swimsuit.

He frowned heavily – there were any number of attractive women he could fantasize about – surely his mind could pick one of them instead. One that didn’t deprive him of what little moral value he felt he had. Despite his best attempts to redirect the images that flooded his fantasy his mind kept producing them: of her gasping in pleasure, of his hands on her body – grabbing and squeezing those amazing breasts.

At length he gave in and decided he may as well put these images to rest by relieving the tension that boiled inside him. With that he unlaced his suit and pulled the velcro apart, allowing his member to fall free of the confines of clothing. It was already semi-erect. He stroked it with his thumb and forefinger until it stood at full mast – it’s deep mushroom top free of his foreskin. Slimy clear liquid oozed from the crevasse in its center – every drop a manifestation of his desires. Then he gripped it – even as he began to stroke, his mind flooded with the terrible images he conjured. How sweet they were. Each stroke brought life to them – soon he would spill them out like unwanted poison – but the pleasure was inescapable.

The sensation, he imagined, as his hands ran over Emily’s young tender body caused his heart to flutter with anticipation. The thought of feeling her breasts between his hands, needing them like he would fresh doe. Feeling her pert nipples press against his palms. The warmth of her interior as he would slip his fingers inside her – or his cock! His member ticked in his hands, desperate for the reality of the imaginings.

Then came her voice “Daddy!” She called, “Dad!”

His mind came racing out of his imagination. That was her real voice! Oh for crying out loud – couldn’t he have ten minutes! With the speed of a panther and the efficiency of a demented badger he stuffed his cock back inside his pants, patching the Velcro together even as the tent unzipped.

“What is it, kiddo?” Ryan called.

Emily’s soft face came into view, her deep blond hair framing her beautiful blue eyes. As she bent over he could see her cleavage – nay her whole bosom splayed out before him as she ducked her head in. His cock throbbed in response, rearing to go – demanding its satisfaction. The velcro gave ever so slightly.

“I need my boots, Kim and I are going on a hike?”

“Dressed like that?” Ryan frowned.

“Yeah – why not?” She grabbed her hiking boots and stood up taking her perfect cleavage with her, “We want to work up a sweat for another swim. We won’t go far.”

“Okay – be responsible and don’t blame me if your eaten alive by mosquitoes!”

“I won’t – we are gonna bug spray up before we go,” She ducked down again, “And dad, your fly is open.”

Ryan checked the rain fly above him, “It seems fine.”

“Other fly.” She smiled and walked away.

Ryan glanced down at his pants, which had come apart with his members energetic dancing. Had Emily seen his penis. His heart throbbed with anticipation, excitement, and dread. He had to finish, it shouldn’t take long. Especially as he watched her perfect posterior marching away. He reached down to grip his body when Erick’s voice echoed.

“Hey Ryan, my man, can I ask for some help.”

Ryan eyerolled as he pushed his rock-hard cock back into his pants and sealed them up with a quick knot. Erick was Kim’s father. The boy scout coach and high school football coach. Altogether he was a good and honest man – but just had bad timing.

“You bet,” Ryan called unzipping his tent, having accomplished no victory and no relief, “What do you need.”

“Sorry man were you napping?”

“Nah, your good. What can I do for you?”

“Kim has bolted with your little demon and left me to set up camp all by my lonesome, could use an extra body to keep my tent upright.”

Ryan gave a nod, “Sure thing boss.”

He cursed the day, hopefully he could relieve himself before Kim and Emily came back. Something that would stop him from having any more of these annoying fantasies – annoying but oh so sweet. He shivered and made his way over to Erick to lend him a hand.

Kim

Kim spun Emily around. Her back was smooth and soft. She wanted to caress it and kiss it – but learned Emily was of different persuasion. Instead, she sprayed the deet down the supple skin. After the spray had coated her in a poisonous shimmer she through the can back into her bag and turned to face the forest.

The pine trees rose above them, densely packed by their youth. A fire had raged across these parts twenty years ago and laid waste to their ancestors. Now they stood tall again, growing in where a fire had tried to extinguish. She figured that Bowman lake was 7 miles long, so there was no way they’d get to the head of it by nightfall, but a brisk walk towards the Numa fire tower just might hit the spot – especially if they were looking to work up a sweat. The sun hung in the sky, by her determination, around 4 o’clock.

“Let’s take Bowman lake down to Numa, if we aren’t sweating by then, we’ll pound out an hour up Numa,” She declared turning to her friend.

“Sounds good.”

With that, the two girls were off down the road with all haste – in hopes of another dip in the mighty bowman lake. The foliage was heavy, even in late July. Thick overhangs and tall trees enclosed the trail in a cool embrace. A slight breeze murmured over the mighty lake. The ripples dipped across the shore. A man in a canoe took water over his bow as he paddled too hastily from the rear. The lake was like emotion laid bare, Kim thought, it tossed and turned and erupted in the briefest of seconds only to still moments later, with the lingering ramifications lapping at the basin.

“I saw it?” Emily said at length as they marched down the trail.

“Saw what?”

“His, you know – his thing.”

Kim let out a laugh, “His thing? Like that thing or are we talking about a different thing.”

“That thing.” Emily’s hastened her pace, closing on Kim.

“What did you feel? Anything? What did you say?”

“Your fly is open,” Emily hung her head.

Kim let out another chuckle, “Not bad – was it nice, big, plump – would you like to ride it?”

“Ewww” Emily responded, “Why does your brain always go there?”

“Maybe my brain sees something obvious,” Kim chuckled, “Besides its not like your alone, its not an unnatural response to be excited by certain elements of the male physique.”

“He’s my father.” Emily protested, “that makes it different and off limits.”

“It made it off limits to tribal man, huh?