A Grand Father-Daughter Vacation

Chapter 3 - Day One Orientation

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The alarm went off ridiculously early as we had to pack things up and get some breakfast before our 8:30AM meeting time where we met some of the crew, packed our river bags, and too a shuttle a few miles down to the river. At Lee's Ferry, the starting point for all Grand Canyon rafting trips, we met our guides who provided the mandatory safety instructions and taught us a little about the rafts. Apparently at that point there wasn't much for us to do other than put on a life jacket and have a seat.

Having to wear a bulky life jacket sucked but we were told that it was mandatory to wear one at all times while on the river. It would've been nice to be able to bring the one I wore waterskiing but according to their brochure all life jackets had to be provided by the outfitters. Originally I'd planned on just wearing my bikini top but it only took a few movements to realize the life jacket chaffed horrible and so I pulled out a T-shirt to make it more comfortable. Oh well, it wasn't like it made much difference considering the life jacket pretty much kept everything out of view anyways.

Other than the T-shirt and life jacket the only other clothes I was wearing was one of the bikini bottoms I'd brought, rather conservative ones at least from my perspective, and Tevas. My dad had bought me this silly floppy-brimmed hat to wear which was so horrible I was about to stow it when the trip leader warned that the sun would be intense and everyone needed to wear something on their head, not to mention lathering the sunscreen on.

Everybody and our gear fit on these two huge inflatable rafts. The gear was piled in the middle and everyone sat around it. It was explained to us that where we sat would determine the type of ride we would experience going through the rapids. Way up front was the "bathtub" where a few people could take the brunt of the waves. Along the sides were padded benches where most people sat. In back was an area just ahead of where the guides drove the raft which was euphemistically referred to as the "tea room". Supposedly it was the least "adventurous" and generally reserved for older people and those with back issues and such. Along the sides were strapped big banana-like pontoons which had ropes around them where people could ride in the smaller rapids, sort of like a bucking bronco.

My dad and I took a seat about in the middle of one of the benches and waited as everyone else found a spot. Next to me was a middle-aged couple from Iowa. The wife sat next to me although I found it funny that her husband had first tried to take the spot but she determinedly moved him over and positioned herself between us. On the other side of my dad sat one of the single guys. Wouldn't you know it? Turned out he was a lawyer as well so they got along famously from the start.

And so we were off... The water was mostly smooth to start and everyone seemed to want to talk as the canyon walls quickly rose above us. We stopped to eat lunch on a beautiful white sand beach and soon afterwards experienced our first rapids. Damn the water was COLD! The contrast between the blazing hot sun and frigid dam-released water was starting to say the least. Still, I was glad to be in just my bikini and T-shirt as the sun and arid air dried us off in minutes and once again I was hot.

I have no idea of how far we travelled the first day. The guides always talked about "river miles" so it would've helped if someone had posted mile markers like they do on the interstate highways. Setting foot on the beach, the first thing I noticed was how soft the sand was. Wow, like talk about the perfect beach sand! The guides quickly organized us into a line to unload the rafts. It didn't take long to prove I was totally unsuitable for the task and was soon relegated to helping set up chairs and other tasks that didn't require as much strength. At least I didn't have to wear my life jacket anymore and had tossed my aside at the first opportunity when we landed.

Once the immediate task of unloading the gear took place, Linda (the only female guide) asked for all the girls to come with her. She introduced herself to those who hadn't been on her raft as being 34 and a true "river rat" having been brought up by parents who were on guides and even though she was only 34 she had been on the river every year of her life since she was a teenager. The primary purpose of our little chat was to discuss female hygiene - or as it turned out, lack of it. The biggest concern, especially amongst the older ladies, was were to go to the bathroom and Linda quickly made it clear there was only ONE place to pee - the river. Although we would have two "groovers" in which to take a dump, everyone was expected to use the river for their pee to keep from filling up the groovers sooner than planned. She told us that those who were shy would get over it quickly as things turned out - she was right. Perhaps more jarring for some though was the sight of the men peeing openly into the river - it didn't take long for THEM to adjust!

Tents were available for anyone who wanted one but our guides warned us that they would be sweat boxes for anyone foolish enough to try to sleep in one. This sort of surprised me as I'd more or less taken it for granted that my dad and I would have some privacy at night. The thought that we would be sleeping out in the open in plain sight of everyone else had never even crossed my mind! It was our first night and we managed to find a spot with some bushes that provided a touch of privacy but anyone walking along the trail to get to the river and back would have to go right past us. Hmmmmmm, this was going to be more interesting than I'd anticipated!

My dad had told me that the company bragged about the food they provided but I hadn't been overly optimistic. I mean face it, we were totally out of touch with the outside world - Rim World as the guides referred to it, and with no electricity, phones, or any other modern devices I wasn't holding out any expectations figuring if I started out low then they could only go up. As it turned out, our meals the entire trip were incredible and the only thing I was worried about was putting on ten pounds!

Everyone was so buy introducing themselves the evening went by quickly. With the canyon walls reaching up the sun set earlier than usual so the darkness approached quickly. Feeling a little grungy, I got out our environmentally friendly bottle of soap, a wash cloth and towel and worked my way to the river to find a place to wash off.

"It's COLD!" a voice warned me and I looked up from watching my feet to see an woman grinning at me.

"Hi, I'm Holly," she greeted me, reaching her hand out. "You probably saw my boys Connor and Tanner. Well... at least they saw plenty of you!"

I couldn't help but smile at her introduction which was to say the least - unusual. I replied telling her my name and how I was married with kids and on the trip with my dad.

"Glad you told me," Holly grinned, "Some of us were wondering if maybe your dad was having a do-over."

"Do-over?" I repeated, not quite sure what she meant. Then it hit me but she was already explaining herself.

"You know... second start, trading up, reliving his youth..." she laughed. Then she frowned adding, "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you. My friends tell me I have a big mouth."

"No problem," I assured her although I had to admit I was a little surprised at how open she was about such things. In my case I took it as a compliment but I could see how someone else might easily be offended by such statement from someone she didn't know.

"Ever do a Polar Bear?" Holly asked, shivering as she dried herself off.

I shook my head and she laughed pointing at the swift-flowing water, "Well, it's not QUITE that cold but you'll think it is the first time in."

With my towel and washcloth hanging on a branch, I held my breath and dropped down, quickly submerging myself in the frigid water. I burst upward and gasped, "Oh WOW!"

Holly giggled. "Well, I warned ya!"

As cold as it was, I was even dirtier so I determinedly soaped myself down and rinsed myself off as quickly as I could while Holly watched which seemed a little odd but then everything about her was odd.

"You know if you're going to wear something that tight and sheer when wet, you might think about a bikini top... not to mention those blaring headlights."

Her tone was light when she said it which took away any ill thoughts but even so her forthrightness was a bit surprising.

"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "If I had a pair like that I'd be showing them off as well. Just that I have two horny teenage boys, not to mention a husband in the midst of a mid-life crisis, and if they saw you like this right now..."

She finished with a wolf whistle and rolling eyes which lightened the moment and we both laughed.

"Well I'll try not to upset them too badly this week," I couldn't help but tease her.

"OK but don't think you have to hide them around me," she finished as she left the beach, "Have to say I didn't mind admiring the view myself."

With that she left me and I just watched her as she left in amazement. Was she coming on to me? In any case I was freezing so I quickly got out of the water and tried to dry myself off. My T-shirt was soaked though and with the sun setting so went it's warmth and I was shivering terribly. Looking around, nobody seemed to paying much attention so I turned my back to them and quickly stripped off my soaking wet T-shirt, then wrapped the towel around me as if getting out of the shower.

Walking back to our cots, I passed Linda the guide who smiled and nodded approvingly saying, "See, I told you all it wouldn't take long to get accustomed to life on the river!"

I must have looked a little confused as she went on to explain herself. "You've already got the hang of it, just turn your back and strip."

I looked down at the towel and grinned. Little did she know I would've much rather NOT have turned around!

By the time I walked back to the cot my wet feet were covered with sand. My dad had laid out a tarp under and between our tarps and as I approached he warned me to wipe my feet before getting sand everywhere.

"We'll be covered with sand in every nook and cranny by the end of the week, no sense in hurrying the process along," he joked.

Using the end of the cot as a seat, I used my towel to clean off my feet and then swiveled around to face my dad.

"You know Kelly, it may be getting dark but people can still see pretty much everything," he commented, pointing at my chest. With night approaching so quickly I'd dropped the towel covering me to take care of the sand without even thinking about how it left me topless.

Covering my chest with a hand-bra, I smiled and teased him saying, "What's the matter daddy... don't want anyone to see you daughter's boobies?"

Then I told him about my brief encounter with Holly. When I had finished he just stroked his chin in thought for a moment and then said, "She sounds like a piece of work. Although I must say the boys pitched in nicely today. They seem like good kids."

"Yeah but I liked their dad more," I giggled. Admittedly I'd only seen a few glimpses of him during the unloading but I was curious to get my dad's reactions.

"You and your married men," my dad sighed shaking his head in mock despair. Then he looked around and seeing nobody close by he leaned over and we kissed. Nobody could see us but if they had there would have been no mistaking this for your typical daddy-daughter smack on the cheek - no to mention I still wasn't wearing on top and all I had on the bottom was my small bikini.

"No remember what you promised," I finally managed to say.

"Oh? And just what might THAT be?" he asked, his hands toying with my nipples.

"To fuck me EVERY night... and every day as well during this trip."

My dad's hands squeezed my breasts together as his thumbs rubbed on my hard nipples. "And just when did I promise THAT?" he teased, "I don't remember making any such promise."

"Well daddy, it doesn't really matter of you did or not, does it?" I reasoned, "Because you ARE going to... right?"

My dad sighed and glanced around. "I hadn't really expected us to sleeping out in the open though..." he started to say but I interrupted, reaching down to pull down my bikini bottoms leaving me bare naked.

"Well I intend to sleep the same here as I do at home. Actually I think it's pretty wild that we can do it under the stars."

"Under the stars... in front of twenty some odd people," he finished for me.

"It's getting really dark daddy, they won't see us," I tried to reason with him.

"So I take it that you've never heard of this magical invention called the headlamp?"

I laughed softly and reached for his crotch where his hard dick betrayed any real concerns he might be trying to pretend he was having. Yep, he wanted me! I felt my heart begin to race with the anticipation of what was only inevitable at this point.

"Fuck me daddy," I whispered in a soft but husky voice in his ear. I may have been super horny but I was still fully aware that the awesome still of the night down here in the canyon would allow my words to travel especially far if I wasn't careful.

"Oh my god Kelly, how could I EVER say no to that invitation?" he groaned softly as he pulled his shorts off and pushed me back onto the cot. The moonlight was such I could clearly make out the outline of his rigid cock and it thrilled to know where it soon would be.

He started to mount me but the cot creaked something horrible. They were pretty rugged but I suddenly was worried whether or not they were designed with THIS in mind. Apparently my dad had the same thoughts as he dragged the sleeping bag off his cot and spread it out on the tarp between our cots. It was WAY too hot to actually sleep IN them but we thought they might help make the cots a little more comfortable.

Kneeling on the sleeping bad, I felt my father's arms reach under my bare form and easily lift me up and off the cot, then down to the ground on top of the sleeping bag. Lying flat on my back with nothing but stars and moon above us, I held my arms out to my loving father with my legs spread apart, exposing myself to him completely.

"My God... you're so beautiful," he whispered to me as he lowered himself down between my raised knees. I could feel his hard dick drop down onto my stomach and then drag gently down to between my thighs before he pressed it forward again into me. I reached down to guide him in - as if he wasn't more than accustomed to finding his way on his own. My father's cock felt so warm and hard yet at the same time silky soft.

"Please daddy... I want you," I whispered.

Then unexpectedly he paused and looked up into the sky. I followed his gaze and saw for the first time in my life the Milky Way stretching the length of the canyon. OMG, it was incredible!

"I've dreamed of this moment every day for the past two months," my dad said, "Me... you... together both naked on an isolate beach in the middle of nowhere... such beauty all around us! And to share it with my incredibly sexy daughter... to give her what only I can... priceless!"

For a moment I thought he might cry but his lust and desires regained control as suddenly without any warning he rammed himself inside of my welcoming pussy. Despite myself I couldn't help but gasp loudly as my father filled my empty pussy as a demonstration of his fatherly love for me.

"Oh daddy!" I moaned, again louder than I'm sure he would have preferred but in his current state of mind he wasn't about to do ANYTHING to lower my response.

"Oh god... you're always so tight!" he groaned as he just held himself for a moment with his dick buried completely inside of me. THAT only lasted a few moments though before instinct took over and he began thrust in and out of me.

With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, my face was buried in my dad's neck so it was good thing he had a better view.

"Shhhhhh!"

Suddenly he stopped. I felt him reach over to my bed and grab my sleeping bag, pulling it off and spreading it over us. Still not sure what was going on, I dropped my legs, allowing it to spread out further over us. Then I heard the footstep.

"Be careful Ed, you almost ran right into them!" a female voice called out. She seemed to try to keep her voice low but like most people, the more she tried NOT to be heard the more I could hear her.

"Well if you would turn on the flashlight maybe I could see where the fuck I'm going," a male voice snorted back. I didn't recognize the voices but knew from the guest list we'd been provided that this must be Ed and Suzanne, a married couple in their fifties. One thing about being a teacher - you get pretty good at picking up on people's names!

My dad's cot shuddered as someone stumbled into it. All I could do was lay still as my dad's cock throbbed inside of me.

"Ouch! Dammit Suzanne, turn on the fuckin' light!" Ed growled, apparently he'd been the one to bump into the cot. In just the last few minutes it had really gotten dark and trying to see anything was all but impossible.

"Alright, just a minute!"

It was our first night and apparently she hadn't practiced with her headlamp controls as I heard her fumble and gripe trying to push the right buttons.

"There!" she said triumphantly a the headlamp suddenly burst into full intensity. Obviously she wasn't aware of the lower intensity settings or better yet, the red LED setting.

"Oops, sorry!" I heard her say as suddenly my dad and I were like under a spotlight. The light was so bright in the darkness that I couldn't see her face below it. "Oh my god!"

The light quickly swung away from us and that was the last thing she said while still within earshot of us. While I THINK we were mostly covered, it was hard to tell with the way my dad had just flung the sleeping bag over us in a rush. Hmmmmmm, what had she seen that had made her cry out and then hurry away?

No sooner than they were clear than my dad started humping me again! He didn't even bother saying a word about the intruders or the potential view we'd provided. It had grown uncomfortably hot under the sleeping bag in just the few minutes it had been over us so he reached back and in one swift motion flung it back onto my cot.

I couldn't help but look over my shoulder toward the river where I saw Suzanne's head lamp starting to move back in our direction. I was about to say something to my dad when I saw it veer off and take a different return route. Apparently Suzanne wasn't up to seeing us again! Thankfully so as by now my dad was so far gone I doubt he would have even bothered to try and cover us had our visitors returned for a repeat performance. Actually this was one of those moments I find the most erotic, that time when my dad wanted me SO badly that nothing, and I mean NOOTHING, was going to stop him before he finished.

"I love you baby girl," he groaned as I felt his hips thrust hard into me and the first of several eruptions exploded inside of me, filling my wet pussy with his bear.

"Oh daddy I love you too!" I sighed as I gave myself to him totally and completely, as only a daughter can give of herself to her father.

When he'd finished my dad stayed inside of me and just laid on top of m, his weight supported by his elbows on either side of me. Lowered his head, he kissed my neck and then our lips met and we kissed passionately for serval minutes as his erection quickly dwindled within me. Soo it just took a little movement on his part for it to flop out of me, followed by a gush of cum that oozed slowly down from my pussy, over my ass and then down to the sleeping bag under us for what I had no doubt wouldn't be the last time it soaked up our love.