Sailing with my daughter and friend pt2

Sailing Part 2…


Here is a quick recap for “Sailing” part 1. I had a one-time tryst with my daughter’s best friend before we learned that she was moving out of town.
After Sara left, my family went sailing a few more times before fall set upon us and forced me to take the boat out of the water for the winter.
The sailing was still enjoyable, but I will admit I missed it being just the 3 of us for our special sailing times.
My wife was always delighted to be on the water with us and tried to cheer April up. She wasn’t quite the same on the boat.

Winter set upon us and April found out that Sara was going to be in town to spend the holidays with her Dad. There was a part of me that was hoping to have a little alone time with Sara as well, but that wasn’t to be. When Sara was in town, she and April spent several days hanging out. Most of that time was at the mall or over at Sara’s house. I thought she might be avoiding me or something.

After the holiday break, April seemed to be closer to her old self again.
The school year seemed to fly bye and before I knew it was time to but the boat back in the water again.

I asked April if she would like to help me get it ready and take her to the dock. She readily agreed and we made plans with the yard to put the boat in the following weekend.

It was a pretty chilly morning in April when we got there. We busied ourselves with last minute touchups of bottom paint and moving some of the items we took off over the winter back in to the boat. By the time they came to get the boat out of the cradle, we had the cushions in place and the beds made. I couldn’t help but take a minute of picturing Sara and I on the V-berth. Of course, that brought a twinge of excitement to my loins.

April and I had also managed to get the sails rigged and ready for another season of sailing. All-in-all, the only thing left to do was to put her in the water and sail over to her berth.

It took them about an hour to haul the boat over and put her in the water. After that, we started up the engine and prepared to head out.

I asked April if she wanted to steer and she agreed. Though I guess I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm.

As we motored out toward the lake to go around the breakwater, I asked April if she wanted to take a little sail before we put her away for the day.

Seeing how it was about 62 degrees on the water with cool breeze, I wasn’t sure if she wanted to or not.

April said that would be fun and I went about the business of preparing the sails.

Once past the breakwater we raised our sails and April expertly set our course and killed the engine.

We sailed on for about 5 minutes in silence before I finally figured I should say something.

“Is everything ok, hun?”

“I’m OK dad”, she started. “It’s just not quite the same without Sara here.”

I agreed with her, for my own reasons.

“You could ask your friend Christine, if you wanted?” I posed.
“Christine get motion sickness just sitting in a car, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She laughed.

I was happy to see her smiling.

“Well, I am sure we’ll have a fun season either way.” I assured her.

April agreed and we continued to sail around for about another hour talking about school and what college she might like to attend.
She quickly reminded me she still had another year to make that decision.

We spent a few more weekends doing the family sailing thing. We only did day sails since the weather was still chilly.

School soon ended on shortly after April’s 17th birthday. We had made a deal with April to go sailing around Aruba if she aced her report card.

Much to our delight, she handed over her card with all A’s.

We spent a glorious week sailing around the islands. I enjoyed the sailing, blue waters, warm weather and the sites of two ladies in bikinis.
It had been a year and I swore my daughter and grown even more in to a young lady. The other part was every time I would walk up on April sunning herself on the deck, my mind instantly flashed back to seeing her naked form. It took me a second to realize she was actually wearing her bikini.

As wonderful as it was to sail and snorkel and explore the islands, I must admit I was happy to get home to my own boat.
Not to mention, while we were gone, the weather had turned from cool to hot!

Since my wife had taken the time off for our vacation, the next few weekends were booked with work.

Saturday arrived and April bopped downstairs in her usual shorts, t-shirt with bikini underneath.
“I guess you want to go sailing?” I asked.

“Well, it is sunny and Saturday.”

With that we backed ourselves a lunch, kissed the wife and headed up to the marina.

It was a wonderful day for sailing, but there was a little still a little sadness in my heart that Sara wasn’t going to be joining us.

We quickly readied the boat and headed off for our sail.

Again I let April man, err woman the helm as I set the sails.

Once set and he engine off, April set the course for open water.

“Going someplace special?” I mused.

“Well, I spent our vacation getting tan lines, so I thought I would start undoing them today, if it’s OK with you?” she queried.

I wasn’t going to object. I gave her my normal shoulder shrug and “Whatever you wish” expression.
She got a big grin on her face and turned the wheel over to me.

I watched as April removed her tank and shorts, grabbed her towel and headed for the foredeck.

“Not until we are clear of other boaters” I hollered.

I got the typical hand wave that told me she heard me as she picked out her usual spot on the deck.
Once we were clear of other boaters, I adjusted our course and sails to give her as much sun as possible.

She must have sensed the change and looked back at me.
As was our routine, I gave her the go ahead nod and sat up and she removed her bikini.

As much as I missed Sara’s naked form on my deck, I couldn’t help but admire my daughter’s body.
She had filled out even more over the past winter. Her puffy breasts from last year had filled in to fuller perky breasts. She had lost what little baby weight she had and put on muscle tone from soccer and swimming.

A ruffling snap from the sails brought me out of my trance and readjusted our course to fill the sails again.
I then became aware of my semi-rigid condition.

It was about a half hour later I went forward to give April a bottle of water. Luckily April was tanning on her stomach when I arrived. I couldn’t help but notice how her tan lines accentuated her firm rear end. April reached up and took the bottle from me and took a drink which gave me a wonderful view of her young breasts.
I guess I must have stood there a little too long as April looked at me and asked, “Anything else dad?”

“Oh, sorry,” I stammered. “I am just amazed at what a beautiful young woman you are becoming.”

April almost seemed to blush and lay back down to her tanning.

Shortly after I returned to the cockpit, I saw April turn back over to her back.
I must admit I was feeling a little guilty ogling my daughter’s naked form, but it was hard not to stop and stare at a beautiful naked body while scanning for other boaters.

It was during one of these stops that I noticed something different and almost didn’t believe what I saw.

My eyes scanned across from port toward starboard and rested on April’s body for a moment when I realized that one of her hands wasn’t at its normal position along side of her body. Her right hand was lifted and softly caressing her stomach. I didn’t think much of it at first. I quickly looked over to starboard for other boaters then back to April. Her hand was now sliding up between her breasts.
Then I watch as her hand came down and rubbed along her left breast. First her finger circled it and then her hand came down and gave it a squeeze.
That image created a squeezing in my suit as well.
I thought I should look away or be doing something else, but my eyes wouldn’t listen to me.
I watched as she rubbed her breast some more and pinched her nipple between her index finger and thumb.
Then I watched as her hand slid down over her flattened stomach toward the tuft of hair between her legs. She almost seemed to run herself.
But I was sure that wasn’t what happened until…
I watched as she brought her knees up, creating a beautiful V as they were slightly spread apart.
I was mesmerized as she returned her hand between her thighs. I watched the movements of her hand as it rubbed her magic spot.
Her left hand came up from its position and started to rub on her right breast as well.
“Oh my God,” shot through my head, “I was watching my daughter masturbate!”
Once again, I tried to think of what to do to distract me from what she was doing.
And once again, my mind failed me.
I watched as she rubbed and squeezed.