A Return to the Nudist Resort Pt. 01

A Return to the Nudist Resort Pt 1

I had been on the road for four hours by the time that I pulled into the driveway of my daughter Michele's house.

Michele was hosting a family get-together for Easter, and I was looking forward to catching up with her, my two other daughters, various partners and my gorgeous granddaughter who had just turned three years of age.

Living away from family was hard, but work took me to a small town, where I had been for the past decade. Mind you, life in the bush was good and although I was a city boy, born and raised, the pace of life there suited me. Sydney traffic had become a nightmare and although Michele had a lovely home on the lower North Shore, I was generally happy to hop back in my car and head home after any visit. My three day stay was going to be just enough before I would surely get itchy feet.

"Dad! Happy Easter!" Michele shouted, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a kiss on my cheek." We are all here, come in and have a beer, I'll put your bag in the spare room."

"Thanks darling," I replied, as she released her hold on me. I looked her up and down with fatherly admiration. The oldest of my daughters, Michele was 38 years old and never married. She was the ultimate career girl; university educated, she had risen to an executive position in a film production company where she seemingly, willingly worked the long hours that would kill a relationship should she have been in one. She was stunningly beautiful, as all my daughters were, thankfully getting their looks from their mother, my ex, and jokingly, I declared, they got their brains from me!

Michele was average height, and her long blonde hair accentuated her sparkling blue eyes. She had a gym onsite at her work and it was plainly evident that she spent time there, honing her hourglass figure. Her breasts were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, and I could only wonder why no man hadn't proposed marriage to her.

I walked into the living room where the rest of the family was gathered.

"Hello everyone, Happy Easter!" I cried and did the rounds of the kisses and handshakes. Daughter two, Diane was there alone as her husband was overseas, daughter three, Claire and her husband Tom was there with my only granddaughter the delightful little Lara.

"Poppy!" she screamed as she ran to me.

I lifted her up and swirled her around, before drawing her close and bear hugged her, while planting a long, sloppy kiss on her cheek. She was the most adorable child. Her hair was a mop of dark curls; her eyes were like big brown plates. She was as excited to see me as I was her and as soon as I popped her back on the ground, she ran to fetch her latest doll to show me. My heart was bursting from the love I had for her, and for that matter, my entire family who had been a constant source of joy in my life.

Tom handed me a beer, knowing my love of the amber liquid and my obvious need of one after my long trip. Lunch was not far away; but there was much to catch up on as we had not been together since Christmas, about four months prior.

Little Lara had corralled her aunty Michele and engaged her in a game of make believe involving her array of plastic dinosaurs. Smart as a whip, Lara knew the names of each and every different species and delighted in correctly naming them, much to everyone's amazement.

Michele adored her only niece and spoiled her rotten. Lara never went home empty handed from a visit to her house. It was a joy to watch them interact, bringing back fond memories of my own time with the girls when they were children.

"Lara is so bright," Michele proudly declared, "but I wonder what she will remember of these times when she gets older. I don't think I can remember a thing from when I was 3 years old. The first thing that I can remember is when we went to Creek Island that time; how old would I have been then dad, about 5 wouldn't I?"

Michele's question took me by surprise.

It was the first time that she had ever mentioned Creek Island that I could remember.

"Yes, Michele, you would have been 5, Diane was 3 and Claire was not quite one. I never realized that you remembered going there, you have never spoken about it."

Creek Island was a clothing optional resort about an hour and a half away from where we were living at the time. I was a keen nudist and my wife whilst not so ardent, was comfortable being nude around the house when it suited her. Consequently, we had a pretty laissez faire attitude to clothes when bringing the kids up. We were not a nudist household by any stretch of the imagination, but being naked was common practice and the entire family was comfortable with it. None of us wore pyjamas and the parental bed was besieged by children who frolicked naked, depriving their poor parents of any chance of a sleep in. It was decided that we wanted to raise our children with a positive attitude to their bodies and nudity was nothing to be ashamed of. That said, as the kids got older, clothes became the norm and we parents were mostly clothed, yet, with an open-door policy at home, there was no big deal in seeing the occasional naked body.

"Michele, you have never talked about Creek Island. I must admit, I did wonder whether we made you go there against your wishes," I confided.

"No dad, I loved going there, there were lots of kids my age to play with. It was just that I had this flash about what was my earliest recollection and Creek Island happened to be it." Michele explained.

I left it at that. Living by myself I was able to fully live the nudist lifestyle. I lived on a property without any near neighbours, so I could wander around outdoors naked when I pleased. The children knew that I loved to nude up, but when they visited, I would remain clothed and none of them expressed a desire to be nude there.

Lunch was a lively event, fuelled by beer and wine and stories of old. I loved these times catching up with family.

After clearing up, Michele headed outside and sat in the shade of the patio. It was mid afternoon, but still quite warm. I joined her.

"Michele, I got the shock of my life when you mentioned Creek Island. We have never talked about our times there. I didn't even think that you would remember them."

"It came to me in a flash dad, as I thought that it would be sad if Lara, as she got older, would not even recall anything about today, because of her age. Then I thought, what was my earliest recollection and Creek Island came instantly to mind. Yet, I was older there than Lara is now, so that made me feel a bit unhappy, that what we fondly enjoy now, she may have absolutely no knowledge of it," Michele explained.

"That is true Michele," I added, "but I am glad that you can remember Creek Island. We had great fun there and seems that you haven't been traumatised by seeing all those naked people."

"Ha ha, no dad, nudity wasn't a problem for us growing up. I'm glad that you and mum made it normal for us. I was comfortable then and even today, I have no difficulty with it," Michele stated honestly.

"I'm glad to hear that, it is a harmless pastime and really quite enjoyable and you know that I am still a devotee, "I joked.

"We know dad, you old nudie," Michele laughed.

"You know Cobblers Beach is not far from here. It's a clothing optional beach and I go there often when I am in town," I added.

'I am aware of that dad, I often thought that I would head down there, but I have always chickened out. I would feel uncomfortable going there alone," Michele plainly said.

"Oh, Michele, you shouldn't worry. I have seen many single women there when I've gone," I said reassuringly.

"Really," I thought everyone would stare at me," Michele said forlornly.

I wasn't about to add that that might well be the case as I'm sure Michele would turn heads naked on the beach.

"Michele, people are very respectful. It is a friendly beach and all types go there. In fact, it being another hot day tomorrow, I intend to head there myself," I said.

There was silence for a good while.

"Dad, can I come with you? I need to feel safe, we can be at opposite ends, but you could be there if there is any trouble," Michele asked with a hesitant tone to her voice.

"Darling, of course you can come, and you will be sitting right next to me, none of this up the opposite end rubbish," I responded hoping not to sound unduly enthusiastic.

What a joy it would be spend some naked quality time with my beloved daughter. It would be a delightful reminder of the carefree days when the girls were growing up.

We returned to the company inside where things were wrapping up. Lara had worn herself out and was sleeping on the couch. Tom finished the last of his beer and gently scooped Lara up without waking her and with Claire they said their goodbyes and headed home.

Diane was in no hurry to leave as she would be going home to an empty house with John being overseas. I poured her another glass of wine, and we sat and chatted about the latest case she was handling at her law firm.

Finishing her drink, Diane declared, "I had better get going, if I have any more to drink, I won't be able to drive home. Bye dad, it was great to catch up, and Michele, you must come over for dinner when John gets back, I'm sure he will have some tales to tell."

After kisses and hugs all round, Diane departed, and the house was quiet for the first time in hours. The sun was setting as Michele, and I tidied up the kitchen. There was some left over bbq chicken which sufficed as dinner as we had eaten much during the day. We sat and watched news on the TV after which, I succumbed to the long day and declared that I was ready for bed.

"Good night darling," I said to Michele, "thank you for a lovely day. The weather forecast looks good for tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to a day at Cobblers. We can make an early start if I get a good night's sleep."

I kissed my wonderful daughter goodnight and went to bed. I was excited about going to a nudist beach with her. I was proud that she was confident to be naked again with her father after all these years. I could not deny that the thought of seeing her naked excited me somewhat, after all, she is a beautiful young lady. All eyes on the beach would surely be on her, mine included. With that delicious thought, I fell into a deep sleep.

***

I awoke to the sun's golden rays streaming through my bedroom window. From the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted forth. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I dragged myself out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts, as I had been sleeping naked as usual, and strolled into the kitchen.

"Good morning dad, coffee?" Michele enquired.

"Yes please," I replied.

The light flooding through the window presented a silhouette of Michele in a light, lacy nightshirt, very short, barely covering her butt and highlighting her long slender legs. The spaghetti straps confirmed that she was not wearing a bra. This was hardly surprising as I knew that Michele had continued her childhood practice of sleeping in the nude. No doubt, like me, she threw on something to conserve her modesty after getting out of bed.

"Looks like a perfect day for the beach dad. I hope you are still keen to go. I would understand if you decided after sleeping on it, that it may not be a good idea," Michele stated.

"Oh, I'm keen to go darling. I think it will be a great bonding experience for us, doing something together that we haven't done for years," I reassured her.

"Fantastic dad, well I have made us some sandwiches and we can pack the cooler with some beers and a wine. I have a beach umbrella, because I'm not as tanned as you, oh and sunblock of course. We are ready to go straight after breakfast," Michele bubbled.

"Perfect!" I replied, as we sat and had our muesli and coffee. Finishing up, I headed to the bathroom to shower and with that, we were on our way.

Cobblers Beach was only about a ten minute drive from Michele's house, and before we knew it, we had pulled into the car park. Being mid morning there were plenty of spaces, so we unloaded and walked down the track to the beach. The beach is only small, perhaps two hundred metres long, so it can fill up quickly. We strolled about halfway along and found a spot to set up for the day.

I looked across to Michele, a little concerned that she may be threatened by all the nudity around her.

"How are you feeling, darling, we can go home if this is more than you can cope with," I offered.

"No way dad, this looks great, I'm not at all worried, and this beach is beautiful,' Michele gushed.

Michele certainly seemed more relaxed than me. Not that nudity was a problem, but here I was about to spend the day with my naked daughter. Nudity had been a casual thing around the house when the children were youngsters, but now I am going to be naked with my eldest adult daughter. Oh well, I thought to myself, this is perfectly natural, and I should just chill out and act as if I was any clothed beach, which, after all, is the way it should be on a clothing optional beach such as Cobblers.

The moment had come to undress. I had on shorts and a t shirt and no underwear. Michele had put on a lovely summery sundress, light cotton with a fetching floral design. The thin shoulder straps suggested she opted to go braless.

Michele in one swift movement pulled the dress over her head and in an instant, she was naked, as indeed she opted for no underwear at all. Just as quickly, I had whipped of my t shirt and dropped my shorts, so we stood naked facing each other. Spontaneously, we let out a gentle laugh, the ice had been broken.

"Well dad, here is your daughter, as naked as the day she was born, what do you think?" Michele cheekily declared.

This was a tricky question for a father. I took my time; I looked her up and down. A few things struck me. Firstly, and not unexpectedly she sported tan lines, confirming that she was not a visitor to nudist beaches. Secondly, she was the owner of a full bush. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that, no nudist should concern themselves with the personal grooming habits of a person. Since Michele did not frequent nudist environments, she would not be aware of the prevalence of the bald pussy look. It is of course, impolite to stare, but Michele had offered an opinion, so I looked her up from head to toe. Her breasts were indeed gorgeous, perky with pink areolas and somewhat prominent nipples. Perhaps this was the result of the excitement of the atmosphere, but they did look fantastic. Her body was lean, her legs long and with her natural beauty, I was surely the proudest man on the beach.

"Oh Michele, you look fantastic," I ventured with admirable restraint, "you fit in perfectly here."

"And me?" I questioned, ritually turning 360 degrees to allow Michele a complete view of my nakedness. I opted for something between the shaved and full bush, lightly trimming my pubic hair.

"Very nice dad, impressive," she cheekily declared.

I hope Michele didn't notice the hint of embarrassment on my face. Clearly the "impressive" remark referred to my cock. I was not sure that my daughter should be noticing such things. I was fully aware that my cock was on the above average scale. Here and now, it was of course, totally flaccid, but even in that state it did possess "impressive" length and girth. I let the remark slide.

Our towels were spread, and our first duty was to apply some sunblock. We each had our own bottle, so we started applying. Out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glimpse of Michele rubbing the lotion into her chest. It instantly struck me that those lovely orbs had never needed the application of sun protection and perhaps, Michele was enjoying the sensation of the lotion on those sensitive nipples. They did indeed appear to be responding accordingly.

For my part, although, my skin was pretty conditioned to the sun, I do still apply protection and certainly, I do not want a sunburnt cock, so with a handful of lotion, I rubbed it thoroughly into my dick and balls.

"Good work dad, got to look after that," Michele joked.

If she didn't notice my embarrassment before, she certainly would have noted my cheeks flushing this time. All she could do was laugh.

Formalities, done, we sat down and took in the scenery around us. Cobblers had its fair share of couples, unlike many nudist beaches. Also, there was a wider spread of ages, with many in their 20s and 30s. I was quick to point out to Michele that there was a good number of single women there, keen to ensure her that she could visit here by herself with complete comfort.

"So, baby? How is it going so far?" I enquired.

"Oh dad, why didn't I come here before this. I feel instantly at home here. I thought it might be a bit creepy, but no one is gawking, they are just going about their business."

Michele was right. This was such a friendly beach. Clearly, there were regulars who chatted in groups, singles were reading books, on their phones, do they ever stop! Those who wanted peace and quiet were laying on their backs, possibly so relaxed that they had fallen asleep.

I lay down and let the warm sun caress my body. The slightest breeze wafted over us, taking the edge off the heat. It was heavenly.

My tranquility was soon shattered as I felt someone tugging my hand.

"Come on dad, let's have a dip," Michele demanded, dragging me to my feet.

Hand in hand, like lovers, we strolled to the water's edge. Cobblers is a harbour beach, meaning that there was no surf, making for still conditions, perfect for cooling off. The water was indeed mild, so it was easy to wade in and dive under.

"Oh dad, how good is this, I thought it might be bloody cold, but it's perfect," Michele cooed.

It certainly was. I treaded water gently, my arms moving in a circular motion, keeping me afloat. I looked across to Michele, who was floating on her back, her breasts protruding from the water, her nipples again hard. My eyes were not the only ones on that gorgeous sight.

Michele swam to me.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here dad," she said, "I would never have come here by myself, but now that I have it will be my go to beach. I never thought being naked in public would be so liberating. I thought I might hide and cuddle under my towel, but no, I'm as free as bird!"

With that she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I did likewise. The feeling of our skins touching was erotic. Michele's hard nipples pressed into my chest. I could feel that my cock was going to betray me as it started to harden inappropriately. I loosened my hold on Michele, hoping that she would do likewise allowing me to swim away from this awkward situation. Yet she continued to hold me tight, surely, she felt my cocking pushing against her stomach.

We were locked in this manner for only seconds really, but it seemed like minutes. Eventually, Michele pushed herself away from me, turned and swum a few strokes away. My mind was confused; I was mortified that I got an erection when our bodies touched, but at the same time, it felt nice, almost a natural reaction between loved ones and I certainly loved my daughter deeply. And Michele did not seem horrified by having her father's cock pressed against her; she could have swum away at any time, she could have remonstrated me for inappropriate behaviour, yet she did none of those, in fact she seemed to relish the occasion. I did not feel that I needed to apologise or say anything further.

We savoured the water for a while longer, certainly long enough to allow my hard on to subside.

Again, hand in hand, we sauntered back to our towels.

"Beer time!" Michele declared as we plopped down.

Beers in hand, we surveyed the growing throng of people filling the beach. People watching is certainly one of the joys of going to a nudist beach.

Michele was a keen onlooker and had made some observations that she shared with me.

"Dad, I've noticed a few things. That woman over there, she has her legs spread wide, like a few others here. She doesn't seem to worry about any sense of modesty, I mean, you can see everything especially since she is bald."

"Yeah,' I replied, "that is common, I guess people are allowed to be free to express themselves without criticism from others. That is one of the basics of nudism, be yourself."

"Sure," Michele mused, and pointing to a couple only yards away from us, the male half was lying with a full erection, oblivious to anyone around him, "and that guy there with a hard on, is that acceptable?"

I looked across to where Michele had gestured. Sure enough, there was a man with an erection pointing skyward.

"Yeah, you see a bit of that. It is not exactly encouraged, but if he is not parading around with it or playing with it, people generally aren't too concerned," I explained. "I remember once I was here and lying on my back, I fell asleep. I woke up with a raging hard on. I was quite embarrassed as there was a woman lying not far away from me. I just rolled over onto my stomach.'

"Ha ha, good one dad!"

We finished our beers, and both laid down on our backs to catch a bit of sun. it did not escape my attention that Michele was lying there with her legs spread wide.

The afternoon passed all too quickly. We went in for a number of swims, had a few more drinks. We even went for a walk along the beach, checking out the scenery. I'm sure it was enlightening for both of us, the occasional woman with spread legs, another full-on erection and at the back of the beach, a woman with her hand on her partners erection, not stroking it, but seemingly just giving it a loving touch. Again, it drew no attention.

Eventually it was time to head home so we packed our gear and headed to the car. We both walked naked until the track where we stopped and dressed. Within minutes we were back home.

"Dad, you can have the first shower," Michele advised.

I was happy to wash the saltwater off me and there is nothing nicer than a warm shower after the beach. It also meant that I would be the first one to have a beer.

"All yours!" I cried to Michele as I left the bathroom and headed to the fridge.

Sitting checking my emails on my phone, I could hear the shower running. Michele seemed to be taking a long time there, but who am I to know how long young ladies spend in the shower. Eventually, the water stopped, and the door opened. Michele appeared before me, naked.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, her hands directing me to her now freshly shaved vagina.

I nearly choked on my beer!

"Oh, well, umm, darling, it, it looks very nice," I managed to stammer, "I mean hey, yeah, why not eh, seems it is all the fashion."

"I really like it dad, I think I will keep it this way. It looks fresh and clean. Maybe I will get that waxing thing done, though I hear it hurts, we will see, it feels so nice and smooth to the touch. Here, feel it.'

This sounded more like a command than an invitation and as Michele stepped towards me, I was momentarily flummoxed and when she took my hand and placed it on her vagina, I did not have the presence of mind to say no.

Composing myself, I quickly ran my hand over her new smoothness, then pulled away.

"Well Michele, I have to agree that it does look and feel nice," I shamefully admitted.

"Good dad, because you are next. If I'm going bald, so are you," Michele stated boldly.

"Oh, am I really!" I responded.

I didn't have any objection to going bald. Many men opt for that, and I would have to say that the majority of the men on the beach today were bald. I had taken the lot off many times in the past just for the sake of change.

"Yes, now come with me."

Michele took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

"What now?" I asked,' I could do it in the morning when I shower."

"No time like the present and I am here to help you. Knowing you, you will cut yourself, so you have to leave it to me," Michele asserted.

For the second time in minutes, I was left speechless. My daughter had decided to shave my pubic hair. This would mean a proximity to my genitals that somewhat concerned me. Sure, today we were naked on the beach, but this would be a whole new level. And I knew that shaving would require her holding my cock, my balls, rubbing shaving cream on. When doing this myself, it is a rather bothersome task. Having your daughter do it would transcend it into something erotic and even pleasurable. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this.

"Umm Michele, thank you for the offer, but I think I can handle this myself," I spluttered, trying to save the situation.

"I will do a better job dad; don't you trust me?"

"it's not a matter of trust darling, it's just well, you know that you will have to hold my cock to do the job, I mean, you are my daughter," I reasoned.

"Exactly, your daughter, family, we are close, we have just spent the day naked on the beach. I would feel rather hurt if you thought it was inappropriate to do this."

Of course, she was right. Family has a tight bond that should allow such intimacy. I felt ashamed that I even considered rejecting Michele's kind offer.

"Darling, what was I thinking. Of course you can shave me, I was just in a bit of shock. It is just a part of my body after all. Go on, I reckon it might even be a bit of fun. If I can relax a bit, I might need that beer! I joked.

"It will be fun dad, relax and enjoy the ride, let's get started, Take your clothes off."

"Your wish is my command!" as I gave myself fully over to my daughter's instructions for the procedure.

"First, we trim," Michele advised.

I stood and Michele went down on her knees, The head was on a level with my cock. Taking the scissors in hand she carefully trimmed the excess hair above my cock. Next, she reached for the shaving cream and applied it to the newly trimmed area. With careful strokes of the razor she ran it across my groin, stopping to rinse the hair from it into the sink. Methodically she worked until the area was nice and smooth.

"OK, dad, now I am going to shave around the shaft and balls. I don't want you to think that I am some sort of deviate, but it is easier to shave your shaft if you are hard. Now remember this is just a cosmetic procedure so don't get the wrong idea. "

Too late, I already had the wrong idea. I was clearly enjoying the attention of my daughter, and I was glad that she encouraged an erection because there was one coming regardless.

Gripping my now hard cock, she applied some more shaving cream. Again, with great care she shaved the length of my cock, top and bottom. She ran her hand along its length, ensuring that she had not missed any areas.

Next was the balls. Holding my scrotum tight and pulling downwards, she shaved that particular area then, holding another section, she repeated the process until my ball sack was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

"One last part dad, turn around and bend over, that hairy bum has to go."

I was totally under her control. I turned around and leant forward. I felt the cool shaving cream on my arsehole, which made me jump a little, much to Michele's mirth.

Michele was doing a fine job, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. All too soon, she had completed the task, she took a wash cloth and ran it under hot water. Lovingly, she ran it over the shaved area, removing any trace of shaving cream. But there was one aspect of the job to finish off.

"Dad, you don't want shaving rash, so I have this aloe vera cream that will soothe the skin and make it feel soft and refreshed."

This sounded like both a good and a bad idea. I'm sure Michele was only thinking about my comfort, but years of experience involving application of creams to my genitals had only resulted in one thing, an orgasmic explosion.

"Michele, that sounds nice, but maybe I could put that aloe vera on later myself," I suggested, knowing that I may have a battle on my hands. "I'll be honest with you, you putting that cream on me would be too sexually pleasurable. I know that is not your intention, but we men are weak, and I don't think I could control myself."

"Yeah dad, I know where you are coming from. Maybe you think that I would be embarrassed if you came while I was doing it. I wouldn't you know. It would be a thrill. Can you imagine how much I would love to do something for you, some little thing like that after all you have done for us. It would be my pleasure to give you pleasure," Michele reasoned.

I could not argue with her reasoning. What a gift it would be for father and daughter to enjoy such intimacy.

"You are right darling, I would be honoured if you were to give me such pleasure," I said.

Michele reached into the bathroom cabinet and retrieved a large jar, the aloe vera.

"It would be easier dad, if you were lying down, let's go to your room," Michele said.

I lay on my back and felt completely relaxed, comfortable with the fact that my daughter was going to give me sexual relief.

"Well dad, I have to say that you do have a magnificent cock, if I am allowed to say that.'

My cock was as hard as I could remember and without bragging it was an impressive sight. I know that size isn't everything but I haven't met a man yet who wished that he had a smaller dick.

Michele dipped her hand into the jar of aloe vera and dropped a large dollop on the shaved area above my cock. She rubbed it in methodically. Taking another dollop, she enveloped my rock hard man meat with her hand and massaged the soothing gel into it. I had to admit that it felt delicious. Another handful was applied to my ball sack, where Michele rubbed it in carefully, fully aware of the delicate nature of that area.

Michele drizzled another blob of aloe vera onto my shaft and slowly worked her hand up and down its length, her hand gliding effortlessly.

"How is it dad?"

"Do you have to ask?" I joked, "it feels fantastic, you are good at this."

"Anything for you dad."

I could feel an orgasm building deep in the balls that my daughter was so expertly massaging,

"Baby, I'm going to cum!" I warned.

Michele pumped more furiously as my body began to contract and shudder as my seed squirted forth. Michele aimed my cock at her perky breasts and spurt after spurt of thick cum cascaded onto her boobs. She slowed the tempo of her stroking, extracting every drop from my heaving dick. Lovingly, she held my cock as it softened in her hand. To my delight, with her other hand, she wiped a glob of my cum off her breasts and stuck it in her mouth. I could not believe that my daughter was swallowing the cum that brought her into this world in the first place. It was mind blowing.

"Daddy, that was so special," Michele whispered softly into my ear.

"Yes, it was, oh Michele darling, I couldn't love you more than I do at this moment, I don't know how I can thank you enough."

"I do, you can take me to dinner! She cheekily replied; go shower and we will be on our way. There is a good Thai restaurant, and we can walk there."

Michele was right, the food there was delicious, washed down with a nice chardonnay.

"Dad, why don't we go to Creek Island tomorrow? You have time and the weather will be perfect. This naked thing has brought back good memories, and I'd love to see the place again, it has probably changed a bit."

As it happened, I had been to Creek Island a number of times since the kids were little. To be honest, little had changed. The owners were elderly and not susceptible to making too many upgrades. It still had its rustic appeal, but one improvement they made was to build a few cabins. I would book one. It will be a far cry from the tent we used when we went there all those years ago.

"Michele, that is a top idea. You know that I have been there a few times over the years. It is still a bit basic, but they have the pool and the jacuzzies and the barn where they usually have a band and dancing. It will be great fun," I declared enthusiastically.

I was truly excited. What fun it would be to head back to somewhere that held special memories for my daughter. After dinner we walked back home discussing plans for tomorrow. Arriving home, we were both exhausted, so it was off to bed, anxious to get on the road in the morning.

***

Another beautiful day dawned for our trip to Creek Island.

Michele must have been keener than me, because again there was the enticing aroma of coffee drifting from the kitchen. I looked at my phone. 9am. I struggled out of bed, slipped on some shorts and made my way to the kitchen. There was Michele, naked, preparing breakfast.

"Hello darling, no need to get dressed I see. Fair enough," I said.

"Yeah dad, what's the point eh, we have seen ourselves naked yesterday and today we are going to a nudist resort, seems silly to dress," Michele replied.

I couldn't argue with that logic and felt a bit silly that I had shorts on, so immediately whipped them off.

"There now we are equal!" I triumphantly replied.

"OK, let's eat up and hit the road. I can't tell you how excited I am to see again. It will be a blast from the past," Michele enthused.

We did eat up and there wasn't much luggage to take, we were only going to stay overnight. Not much in the way of clothes naturally enough. We grabbed food and drink from the fridge and were soon on the road for the hour and half trip.

The last five kilometres to the resort was over a dirt road, which was in pretty good nick, and we arrived safely close to noon.

"Oh dad, I remember that sign over the office... Home of The Skinny Dippying Platypus. How weird that it's still there after all those years," Michele bubbled.

"Hello Greg," Kathy the owner beamed as we walked into the office.

"Hi there Kathy, nice to see you again, this is my daughter Michele, she is back here for the first time in over 30 years," I advised.

"Well welcome back Michele, I hope we don't have to wait another 30 years for your next visit, I may not last that long!" Katina joked.

I chuckled to myself, if Kathy here in 30 years, she would make the Guinness Book of Records.

"You are in cabin 5, Greg, enjoy your stay you two," said Katina, handing over the keys.

We drove up to the cabin and opened up. It had all the amenities for a comfortable if not luxurious stay; fridge, tv, air con, a small dining table, a separate bathroom and the one bedroom, with and I never thought of this, one queen bed.

"Oh oh, Michele, there is only the one bed, but no worries, I can sleep out on the couch, it is only one night," I reasoned.

"No way dad, it can be like old times, with us kids jumping in bed and wrecking you and mum's sleep. It will be fine," Michele explained.

I was a little apprehensive, but I left it at that. I was more concerned with getting unpacked and heading to the pool for a swim.

"First things first," Michele said, "off with these clothes."

Just like at the beach, Michele was wearing a sundress and no underwear, the perfect attire for the long trip. And likewise, for myself, just shorts and a t shirt. In seconds we were both naked.

"Well dad, this is a bit different to the tent all those years ago, but the common thing is we are naked and not a care in the world. Things are coming back to me. I remembered the office and the small number of essentials on the rack on the wall. And the pool that was right next to the office. My mind is spinning out a bit!"

"Michele, it's a buzz for me too that you are recalling that. I'm sure as we walk around more will come flooding back to you."

We grabbed our towels and headed for the pool. It was close to noon by this stage, and it was hot, so there were a number of naked people making the most of it. On the sundeck, there were three couples, one single woman and two single men. Michele nudged me and looked towards one of the women, lying, legs spreadeagled, just as she saw at the beach yesterday.

There were a number of couples sitting in the shade around tables, each with drinks in front of them. One thing about Creek Island, no one waited until five o'clock to start drinking. It did not escape my attention that almost everyone cast a glance in our direction, surely delighted that a young, attractive woman had joined them.

We plopped our towels down on a vacant table and plunged into the pool. The water was absolutely beautiful; not the least bit cold but refreshing enough and just the tonic after our long drive. We drifted around aimlessly, enjoying the serenity of the pool and its surroundings.

"Dad, how good is this," Michele enthused, "I love the vibe here. People just relaxing and doing their think totally naked.

"Yes, Michele, that is why we brought you and the girls here all those years ago and why I keep coming back here," I agreed.

"Hey dad, can we go down to the river? I loved swimming there. We might even see a platypus!"

"Sure, let's go now," I replied.

I loved the river too. It was a short five minute walk along a bush track, which led to a small sandy beach. The water there was shallow and very safe for swimming. What I loved was that we could simply get out of the pool, walk naked through the bush, having that sense of being one with nature, never the annoyance of getting dressed to do things.

The track opened up to the southern end of the beach, where you turned left and walked to find a place to sit. The beach itself was little more than fifty yards long.

As we stepped onto the beach, we saw that there was only one couple there, about half way along. What surprised us was that they were engaged in full on fucking. She was on her back, her legs in the air and he was on top of her pumping away, missionary style.

"Woops dad, I think we had better head back," Michele exclaimed.

"No way darling, we have every right to be here too. I bet you we can walk past, and they won't miss a beat. I have seen this here before. There are nudists who are also exhibitionists. They enjoy being nude and enjoy others watching them. Some take it to extremes. I mean, I enjoy the fact that I am naked and don't mind that others are watching me as I walk around, I think that is normal. These people get a kick out of making love in the open air and it's a bonus for them if someone is watching. It's all good, let's just walk past them." I explained.

I took Michele's hand to reassure her, and we continued walking. The man fucking his wife turned his head and as I suspected, did not stop his fucking. Michele looked on in amazement as we drew level then walked past them. With the beach being small and them being in the middle, there was not anywhere really that we could stop that was very far from them.

We dropped our towels and headed straight for the water.

"Wow, dad, they are game aren't they, doing that in the open and all," Michele blurted.

"Yeah, it is a bit unusual, but I've seen a bit of it here," I added, "nobody seems to complain, and it is away from the main area."

Michele seemed transfixed on the actions before her on the beach. The male had stopped fucking, and his head was now firmly placed between his wife's legs, and he was licking her pussy with gusto. Being so close, we could hear her gently moaning. It was certainly hard to look away, but after all, it was the intention of the couple to put on a show.

The wife now rolled onto her stomach and the husband started fucking her from behind. It wasn't long before he was moaning too and clearly, he was about to cum. Both Michele and I watched on intently. With one final thrust, he came inside her, collapsing on her back. A minute later, he rolled off her, his still hard cock glistening in the sun from her love juices.

I turned to Michele, "sorry baby, I didn't really want to expose you to that sort of goings on. Usually that's reserved for behind closed doors."

"Don't worry dad, I'm a grown girl, and not a prude. I can see how they could get carried away. It certainly is as close to nature as you can get," Michele said reassuringly.

As Michele spoke, the couple got up and headed for the water. They would have been in their mid-fifties, I would say. Both were deeply tanned, indicating that they were seasoned nudists. You could say that they were a bit overweight, bit not overly so, the wife having large, pendulous breasts. They entered the water about twenty metres from us and locked themselves in a gentle embrace.

They looked towards us and started floating in our direction.

"Hi there, I hope we didn't offend you," the male half said, "we just got a bit carried away and you know, one thing led to another, and..."

"No need to apologise," I interrupted, "What is nicer than making love in the fresh air on a lovely sunny day."

"Yes, perfectly natural if you ask me," Michele added to my surprise.

"Oh good," the female half replied, "I don't think there was any way we could have stopped anyway!"

This brought a laugh from the four of us.

"Yes, when passion takes over; by the way, I am Greg, and this is my daughter Michele.'

"Nice to meet you, Phil here and my wife Jenny."

"We just got here today," Michele advised.

"Oh, we have been here for a week. We have had the best time. The weather has been fantastic, I mean, look at our tans and we have met the nicest people,' Jenny added.

"Right, I have been to Creek Island often and always found the people here so friendly. We brought Michele here when she was a little girl and this is her first trip back since," I said.

We small talked for a while longer and started to leave the water.

"Why not join us on the beach?" Phil offered.

I looked across to Michele and she nodded yes, so we gathered up our gear and sat with them.

Appears Phil and Jenny were both schoolteachers and had spent a week of their holidays here at Creek Island. They were regulars here, not that I had ever seen them before, but I would not really classify myself as a regular.

"We have plenty of beer here, would you care for one?" Phil enquired.

I certainly wasn't about to say no.

"Sure, we can repay the favour up by the pool later if you are heading there," I offered.

"Oh, we will, we hang out there for most of the day, just we like to head here for a change of, you know, well, a change of pace, would you say," Jenny managed to splutter out. Michele and I exchanged a knowing smile.

"So, Michele, Jenny piped up, "first time here since a child, eh. Not being nosey, but I noticed the tan lines, have you not been a nudist since?"

"Oh, well, I guess you wouldn't call me a nudist. I like being naked and get around home naked a lot, just haven't been to a resort or a beach, until yesterday that is, Dad and I went to Cobblers, but I suppose it will take a while to lose those tan lines," Michele explained.

"A week here will do it, but in the meantime, you better protect yourself, here, I have some block out, let me put some on you," Jenny suggested.

Michele looked a little surprised but said nothing. She stood up and Jenny dribbled the lotion on her shoulders, which ran down onto her breasts. Slowly she rubbed it in, and instinctively, Michele's nipples responded, growing massively.

"Feels nice, doesn't it," Jenny said

Michele could only nod in agreement.

Taking another handful of sunblock, Jenny rubbed it into Michele's white bikini line, lingering perhaps longer than necessary in that area. Michele did not seem to mind and actually spread her legs a little as if an invitation to insert a finger into her pussy, which is exactly what Jenny did.

Phil and I looked on intently, relishing the erotic goings on in front of us. Both of us were now sporting full on erections.

"You certainly don't want to burn on your first day here Michele," Jenny stated correctly. "Phil was certainly worried about that, so he insisted on block out on his cock. And after a swim you need to reapply some, maybe you could do the honours?"

I didn't think that Michele would say no. She took the sunblock from Jenny's hand and sat next to Phil who was sitting on his haunches, his sizeable erection pointing skywards.

She poured a good dollop into the palm of her hand and wrapped it around his man meat. Slowly and gently, she stroked, her hand gliding easily up and down.

I was watching intently, when Jenny came and sat beside me. She wrapped her own hand around my rock hard cock and then moved her head down to lightly kiss my knob. Taking her hand away, she began to inch by inch, swallow my swollen member. Jenny was a first rate cocksucker; expertly, she slid my dick back and forth, nibbling and tongue lashing my knob. All the while she was gently massaging my balls. I was in heaven.

Meanwhile, Michele continued to pound Phil's manhood. She too had cupped Phil's balls, and I could see her squeezing then releasing them, careful not to be over rough. Phil then sat up and placed Michele on her back. He sat on her chest, his cock sliding between her breasts. He had a hand on each breast massaging them vigorously.

Jenny had me ready to burst. I had no desire to hold back and control myself. My sexual tension had reached overdrive, the thrill of seeing Phil titty fuck my daughter and a virtual stranger giving me the best blow job of my life had a growing eruption building in my groin. With a deep guttural moan, I exploded and ream after ream of thick cum disappeared down Jenny's throat. She continued to suck hard, determined to drain me of the very last drop. Satisfied that I had no more to offer, she rolled off me and lay panting by my side.

I looked across and Phil was on the verge of his own orgasm. His head was thrown back and he gripped his cock, and I watched as a steady stream of cum cascaded over Michele's face, her mouth open, hoping to catch some of that sticky delight.

Like Jenny he rolled off to the side and what a sight it must have been to see four exhausted adults, their chests heaving from the exertion, lying side by side on the river bank. The only sounds were the birds and four laboured breaths.

"Well, that was unexpected, but most welcome," Jenny was finally able to muster the strength to utter.

"It sure was," Michele replied, echoing my thoughts entirely.

"Dad, I think we need to go back to the cabin," Michele suggested after a while.

"OK, I replied," why don't you two pop by our cabin for some pre dinner drinks? We are in cabin 5. How about around 5pm?

"Love to," Jenny replied, "see you then."

We gathered our towels and headed up the beach to the track. As we entered the track another couple was heading towards us to the beach. The husband was sporting a full on erection. He smiled at us and simply said "Nice day for it." I loved that he was confident to walk around with a hard on as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I guessed that Jenny and Phil may be in for a bit more fun on the beach!

Strolling back to the cabin, thoughts were racing through my mind. What a whirlwind the last two days had been. I discovered that Michele was accepting of the nudist lifestyle. She willingly went to a nudist beach and was naked with her dad. She had no problem holding my dick while she shaved me and made me cum. She has headed to a nudist resort with me, and she played with a guy while I played with his wife, side by side and fully aware of what was going on around us. How could this be normal behaviour? Yet, somehow, it didn't alarm me in the slightest. I felt a bond between us, that spoke of openness, acceptance, adventurousness; a bond based on love, that what we were doing only made us closer. I decided to abandon any thoughts of guilt about our behaviour and embrace it and enjoy the moment. My mind was clear.

We arrived at the cabin, and I took Michele in my arms.

"Darling, can you believe what has happened over the last few days. Can I tell you that they have been the best days of my life. I feel so alive! I have spent time with my beloved daughter that has brought us closer. Do you realise how much I love you, Michele?" I had opened my soul.

"Dad, everything you have said, I feel the same."

Our lips met, our tongues danced, our saliva mixed. Two human beings created by the bond of blood, shared a love that few might understand. I desired, craved, to push that bond to its absolute limit. I felt the need to consummate that love, to indulge in that most intimate of acts. I needed to unite our bodies.

Michele reached down and took my rock hard cock in her hand.

"Dad, fuck me. Oh, how I love you, I need you inside me. It can't be wrong. I have never loved a man like I love you. Please, please, take me," Michele begged.

"Yes, my darling, you know how much I love you," I earnestly replied.

I motioned Michele to the bed. Gently, I lowered her down. I looked over her from head to toe. Here was my first born; I recalled the day that she entered this world. My joy, on that day was unparalleled. A creature, who I knew from that day, would depend on me for her very existence. From that day til now, that was my responsibility, and purpose in life.

Now, she craved that deed of supreme intimacy. Nothing would sway me from that path.

Michele lay on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her love tunnel ready to receive my rampant cock. My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. I hovered over her, our lips met. Never, had I felt the power of the kiss. Flashing before me was the moment that I first kissed her mother. I never thought that I would experience a moment of passion like that, yet, here and now, my daughter provided an experience that surpassed that.

My cock hovered above her love tunnel. I reached down and gently spread her labia and inserted a finger, anxious to gauge her readiness to receive my cock.

Her pussy was steaming hot and soaking wet. I knew at that moment that she was ready and oh so willing to receive me.

My heart pumped as I inched my cock into her. Michele grasped my shoulders and softly whispered, yes, yes, daddy, daddy, I need you so much.

Deeper, I plunged and to my amazement and absolute joy, Michele took my cock fully inside her. Her pussy muscles gripped and milked my forever grateful cock.

I increased my rhythm, thrusting in and drawing back, determined to give the utmost pleasure to my daughter for the gift that she had bestowed on me.

Michele's breath quickened, her grasp on my shoulders became vice like.

"Oh dad, dad, yes, oh that is so good," she managed to utter." Oh, fuck yeah."

I slowed my tempo. I did not want to cum now. This moment was too precious. I wanted this to last forever. But the flesh is weak. I had reached the point of no return.

"I'm cumming, oh yes, I'm cumming!" I cried as I thrust deeply for one last time and exploded within her. My cock throbbed as it emptied my seed into her steaming love tunnel.

Michele gasped and drew me to her, pressing me hard against her heaving chest.

The intimacy of that moment overwhelmed me. Society decreed that the act that we just experienced should be denied between father and daughter. Yet, I could go to a complete stranger and perform the same act in a purely mechanical, impassionate, coming together of bodies. Here, now, my daughter and I created a moment of pure love. Nothing could possibly surpass this moment.

We laid locked together, our hearts beating close to bursting point. My cock softened within Michele's soaking, steaming hot pussy. I wanted it to stay there forever. Time stood still as we held each other in that loving embrace.

"Dad, I need a beer, will you join me?" Michele asked, extracting herself from my grasp.

"You bet," I replied

We took our drinks onto the veranda of the cabin. We sat looking out over the towering gum trees and the golden wattle bushes. A myriad of birds flittered about, jumping from branch to branch. To our delight a small grey kangaroo appeared and most unexpectedly, a tiny joey's head pooped out from her pouch.

"Oh dad, I never remembered a moment like this from when I came here as a child, but now I know why you and mum loved this place, it is so special,' Michele raved.

"Yes baby, we lived in the city, hussle bustle, this was an oasis in the world of insanity. We came here to remind us of what is important in life, nature, connection, appreciation of the simple things. Money, possessions are not important, you, our children were the most precious things in our lives. We brought you here, to value the simple things. No need for clothes, the top fashion lines do not define you. Here at Creek Island, amongst family, the outside world need not exist. That is why I feel that our intimacy is so pure and natural.'

"Oh dad, every word you have said is so true. What did I do to deserve a dad like you?"

"Ha ha, Michele, I'm no saint, but one thing will never change, I love you with all my heart."

"Hello!... it's us," came a voice from the path below.

It was Phil and Jenny and somehow, the time had escaped us, still it was good to catch up with them, they seemed such fun.

"Come on up!" I replied.

Phil was carrying a cooler and Jenny a wicker basket. They explained that after drinks with us, they were heading to the pool area and then after dinner, across to the Barn, where a band was playing tonight. I have been often when a band was on, most recently a New Year's Eve party which was absolutely fantastic. The band playing that night was on again today and it consisted of a female vocalist and her guitar playing husband, They were keen nudists themselves and they would usually start the night wearing some flimsy costume, but invariably, before the night was out, the costume was discarded and they were performing in the nude.

"We owe you a drink remember," Michele said," what would you like, we have beer, and a bottle of white is open."

"Beer for me," please said Phil; "Wine for me thanks," said Jenny.

Sitting on the verandah in the late afternoon as the day was cooling down was delightful. The sun was setting over the heavily wooded mountains and a stunning orange glow kissed the horizon. It was my favourite time of day.

Phil and Jenny filled us in on their lives as schoolteachers, noting that the job seemed to be getting harder each year, mostly because of the enormous amount of paperwork now required. It meant less time for face to face teaching. Then the subject of fun on the beach this morning came up.

Jenny adopted a serious tone. "We feel that we owe you an apology for how we behaved this morning on the beach. When you told us you were father and daughter, we should have been more discreet. It is not appropriate to be sexual in front of family like that. We felt we may have put you in an embarrassing situation."

Michele chose to respond. "No need to worry, we weren't offended. We are adults and we are very opened minded. Dad and I have a very special, close relationship. We love each other dearly, we enjoy an emotional and physical connection."

As Michele was speaking, she reached over and was gently caressing my soft cock. The more she talked the harder I got. Phil and Jenny looked on with more than a casual interest. I sensed that they were a little shocked,

"I see," said Jenny, her eyes rivetted on Michele stroking my rock hard cock. "I guess there is no harm in touching like that."

"Oh, we do more than touching," Michele replied and with that she stood and threw one leg over me. She positioned my cock over the entrance to her pussy and gently lowered herself onto me.

She was soaking wet, and I slid easily into her. I held her shoulders as she bobbed enthusiastically up and down on my thick, stiff man meat. I glanced across to Phil and Jenny who looked on open mouthed, no doubt somewhat surprised to see a father and daughter fucking. If shocked, Phil was certainly enjoying it, his full on erection giving him away.

Mishele swung around, in the reverse cowgirl position, facing our visitors. She was on a sexual high, displaying an exhibitionist streak that, naturally, I was never aware of. I was equally excited, and it was not long before I felt an orgasm growing. All I wanted to do was explode inside my daughter's beautiful cunt. I could hold back no longer. My hands placed on Michele's breasts, I held her tightly as my shuddering cock filled her with my cum.

But Michele was not done with yet. Noticing Phil's hard on, she swapped partners, riding him just as she had ridden me. Her pussy was awash with her juices and my cum and as she rode him majestically, the squelching sounds added to the highly charged sexual atmosphere. I watched from behind, turned on by the sight of Phil's cock pumping into my daughter's pussy. It was a strange feeling of pride and sexual lust. Michele was a young lady at her sexual peak, today, she was experiencing all that an open attitude to sex could offer.

Michele had reached out and was fondling one of Jenny's breasts. Jenny, with one hand was furiously rubbing her pussy. As it happened, a couple was walking down the track outside our cabin towards the swimming pool area. They stopped for a moment to watch, then decided it would be more polite to move on. Certainly, the participants opposite me had no intention of stopping.

"I'm cumming, yes oh yes," Phil exclaimed, as with one final stroke he himself erupted, flooding Michele's already overflowing pussy with another load of hot, white sticky cum. Michele collapsed on his chest as they both heaved, trying to catch their breaths.

"Thank you, gentlemen," Michele cheekily quipped, "that was rather good, I must say."

"My pleasure entirely," Phil responded. "And mine too," I added.

I went to top up the wine glasses and get two more beers. Phil and Jenny advised that they were going to eat up at the pool area then hang around for the band which was due to commence around 8pm. We said that we would be eating in the cabin but would certainly come up for the music and dancing.

Drinks finished, your new friends headed off. The sun had dropped below the horizon and in the twilight glow, Michele and I had one more drink before preparing dinner.

"Dad, I feel so alive," Michele finally spoke up, "I'm loving the freedom to be myself, and you have given me that freedom. I can't thank you enough."

"Darling, it has been a revelation for both of us. I never thought that we could enjoy this level of intimacy. We must hold on to this and nurture it.'

We sat quietly while we finished our drinks, then went inside and got dinner underway. On the verandah was a bbq, so we cooked up the steaks that we brought, along with some jacket potatoes and a salad. It was a meal fit for a king, and a queen, of course.

As we were cleaning up, we could hear the sound of the band starting up. We grabbed our towels, because we were bound to have a swim and a jacuzzi at some stage. In the past, I have worked up quite the sweat dancing and I knew that Michele would drag me up on the dance floor. There is something about dancing in the nude that takes the enjoyment to a whole new level.

The Barn was packed when we got there, but we were able to find a spot on the end of one of the tables. We claimed it with our towels and drink cooler and hit the floor. The clientele at Creek Island tend to be on the older side, so the music reflected that. Fine by me, I could sing along with all the classics and Michele was into the hit list too.

It was certainly hot and crowded on the dance floor, but nobody minded at all. Who would complain if you bumped into a naked dancer of the opposite sex!

"Dad, I need a break," Michele cried over the music, "let's hit the jacuzzi."

The jacuzzi was packed, but we decided if everyone shuffled up, we could fit in. There was no doubt that some occupants of the jacuzzi would be happy to be squashed up against Michele. The mood there was friendly, and banter and jokes flew thick and fast.

Michele was on my left and a lady, around my age was on my right. She looked vaguely familiar, and then it dawned on me, she was the one with her husband who walked past our cabin earlier in the evening and stopped momentarily for a bit of a perve.

She caught my eye. "Nice to see you made it. We thought that you and your friends may have stayed in the cabin all night, you seemed to be enjoying yourselves."

"Oh, we were, but we love to dance and soak in the jacuzzi too, so I suppose you can have the best of both worlds eh," I answered.

"You certainly can. Always time for a bit of fun and you never know when the opportunity pops up."

Well, it appeared that the opportunity was popping up now, as under the cover of the bubbles, she reached across and wrapped her hand around my soft cock, the cheeky wench. I was not about to complain. It wasn't the first time that I had enjoyed some shenanigans in the jacuzzi. I was happy to sit back and enjoy it. She seemed quite content just to hold my cock and feel it grow in her grasp.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, the bubbles massaging my body and my lady friend massaging my cock. This was a most pleasant way to spend time.

My reverie was disturbed when I detected another hand had found its way to my erection.

"Oh, sorry dad, I didn't know you were taken," Michele laughed and pulled her hand away.

"No worries, dear, there is room for both of us," my new friend countered.

My lucky day, I thought to myself. Anyway, a couple of minutes later, she lets go and without a word, exited the jacuzzi, without even as much as a thank you. I had a real giggle to myself.

I leant over and asked Michele to unhand me as I didn't want the embarrassment of leaving the pool with a hard on. She obliged and we waited a while for it to subside. I needn't have been so concerned. The gentleman to Michele's right, got up to leave, sporting an erection. The smile on her face told me all I needed to know.

"Quick, Michele, back on the dance floor, they are playing one of my favourite songs, Shania Twain, I Feel like a Woman." I cried.

The dance floor was heaving, there was hardly space for us. Louise, the singer had made her way off the stage and was belting out the number from the floor. And just as I thought, she had divested herself of her costume and was mingling naked with the other nude revellers. She was a cheeky so and so, and she delighted in slapping bums and tweaking cocks as she went. She was getting the crowd into quite the free and easy mood. There was more than one erection amongst the revellers, and no one seemed to mind in the least bit.

One "get up and dance" song followed the other. That band sure knew how to get the audience going. Michele and I were having a ball, singing along and bumping and grinding.

Time was flying and before we knew it, it was approaching midnight and last song was called. As was the tradition, it was a slow number, and lovers and friends held their partners tight and slowly swayed around the dancefloor.

I held Michele in a loving embrace, her head resting on my chest, her arms around my waist. Her hard nipples pressed into me, my erect cock pressed into her. The song could have lasted all night as far as I was concerned, but eventually Louise softly crooned the final note and to the applause of the grateful audience, she declared the evening over.

We grabbed our towels and cooler and headed back to the cabin, all the while I unashamedly sported my erection. I wasn't the only one.

"Wow dad, what a fantastic night," Michele bubbled as we entered the cabin, "I can't remember having such a good time.'

"It sure was darling," I replied, as I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately on the lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues entwined, dashing and darting.

Gently, I sat Michele on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. Before me was her glorious, shaved pussy. Her labia were pink and swollen, testimony of the passion that she had enjoyed all evening. My tongue lightly caressed them, licking them from top to bottom, then taking her budding clitoris in my mouth, I sucked and lashed it. Michele was moaning softly with delight.

I motioned Michele to roll over and get up on all fours as I approached her from the rear. Her love tunnel presented itself, glistening and dripping with her juices, gaping, anticipating my rock hard cock entering her.

"Oh, fuck me daddy, fuck me hard," she begged.

My cock slid in effortlessly and holding her butt, I plunged in up to my balls. Back and forth I stroked, Michele's tight pussy muscles milking my thick girth. Her juices were streaming from her, soaking the bed beneath us.

The day had been one of intense sexual tension. I was fit to burst, and my orgasm was building deeply and overpoweringly. I knew that I had a massive load to dump inside my daughter's heaving cunt.

With one final deep thrust, I came furiously. I held Michele's butt tightly, not wanting to fall out of her, not wanting to spill one precious drop of that glorious load.

We collapsed onto the bed, our sweaty bodies heaving from our exertions. No words could convey the love that I was feeling for my beloved eldest daughter at this moment in time.

The day had been an exhausting one. We rolled apart, me lying on my side, Michele spooning me. Silently, we fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

The raucous laugh of a kookaburra aroused us from our slumber. The Sun was streaming through the window and glancing at my phone, I realised that we had slept in til close to 10 o'clock. I was hardly surprised after the full day before, but there was no time to roll over and sleep in as check out was in an hour.

Softly, I nudged Michele awake. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and managed a tired smile.

"Time to get up sleepy head," I joked, "we will have to be on the road soon."

Michele did not take that advise too well, rolling over, in an attempt to prolong her time in bed.

I got up and made some coffee and toast and brought it to her. That finished, I headed for the shower to freshen up. When I was done, Michele took her turn, while I packed the car. Reluctantly, we dressed for the drive home. Firstly, we dropped the key off and then it was up the dirt road, sadly leaving Creek Island behind us.

The trip back to Michele's home passed with little conversation. I think both of us were lost in our recollection of the events of the past few days. For my part, they ranked as the most memorable of my life. My relationship with my beloved daughter had entered a new phase. Our love for each other had deepened and grown strong. My heart was swollen with pride.

Before too long, the familiar sight of Michele's home came into view, and I pulled into the driveway as I had three days previously. Oh, what changes had occurred in that time.

We unloaded the car and went inside. I collected my overnight bag and placed it in the car, as sadly, I had to return home that day.

"Well, Michele, I have to be off, but I just have to say what an unforgettable time I have had with you. I never thought that we could grow closer, but we have, allowing ourselves to explore such a physical bond has only deepened our love," I declared.

"Oh dad, you know that I feel the same. I love you with all my heart. I will never forget these last few days. I know you have to go, but you come back soon, and you know that I will come visit you. We will have so much fun when I do," Michele replied.

With that, we hugged and shared one final lingering kiss.

Hopping in the car, I waved goodbye, a tear forming in my eye. My life had changed, and for the better and already, I couldn't wait for the day that we caught up again.