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E048: Memorial Sunday
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E048: Memorial Sunday When Emma wakes Sunday morning, her thoughts stray to what happened yesterday. She still is hurt about the last part of Donald and Connie together. And she thinks more about Connie using Donald’s shower twice. Emma has never seen Donald’s bedroom at all, let alone the bathroom there. She wonders just how well and how often Connie and Donald have been together for Connie to know her way around the house so well. Emma realizes she is feeling jealous, something she has never experienced before. There has never been anyone in her life to feel so about, and even with others’ accomplishments she is always just glad for them, not feeling there is a competition between them. This is something new to her, and she does not want to experience this. Then Emma thinks about when she was with Connie. She did like the attention paid to her, and even enjoyed giving Connie pleasure in return, but would she ever want to be with Connie again after she and Donald have coupled in front of her? Emma is not sure. She knows that is what Connie was suggesting when she left, but only time would tell if Emma’s feeling towards her change from right now, not liking the woman at all. Emma does not know that after leaving, Connie truly regretted what happened. When Emma turned just her cheek to her when parting, this stung her and made her realize that she had stepped over the line with Emma. She only hoped that Emma would<b> forgive </font></b>her in time, as Connie would so like to be with Emma, alone, again. Donald wakes, and pulls Emma to him and kisses the back of her neck. His hands are around her stomach, and he strokes it moving up to caress her breasts a little. He does not go lower yet; he still is unsure how Emma is feeling about yesterday. He will wait for a sign from her before he goes further today. “Good morning Emma, did you sleep well?” he asks her. Not turning, but at least pressing her head against his shoulder, Emma replies, “Rather well, sir, and you?” “All right, I did have this disturbing dream that I was in a cave, all by myself, I wasn’t sure how to get out, and I seemed to be searching and searching for someone there,” Donald confesses. “But let’s not dwell on that, let’s get ready so that we can get on the road.” Emma hurries to the tanning room to start her day. After the first few days when a base for a tan was started, Emma only lays in the bed for about ten minutes each morning now, and at a lower setting, to maintain a healthy glow to her skin, not get so dark that it appears unnatural. Her massage from either Julie or Karen lasts twenty minutes, so she is ready to shower or bathe within a half hour each morning. It might be mentioned here that Donald would tan a little every other day or so when Emma was gone, for the same reason, to keep a nice shade of color. And he would have a half hour massage after from either Karen or Julie whoever was around. Yes, he was nude when they would loosen the tension from his shoulders, arms, back, and legs. But after Saturday, he never has them give him a massage again. Something changed for him then, and he now only wants attention from Emma. Donald and Emma shower together. He is so tender and gentle with her. He feels like she is a flower made of fine china, so delicate and intricately made that he is afraid he could break her. Emma enjoys his soothing touch and is soon leaning back against him murmuring softly as he washes her. She then turns to him, takes the cloth and begins to soap and wash him all over. She spends time stroking and cleaning his cock, and Donald hardens quickly. He is overjoyed as he takes this attention from Emma as a sign she forgives him. He leans and kisses her deeply, and she returns his kiss in kind. All is well between them again. After he readies Emma, he packs her toiletries to take. He has already packed suitcases for them both and stocked the van on Friday in preparation for this trip. He had planned to tell Emma all about it then so that she could look forward to the trip that night, but she came home with her confession from the spa, and it changed everything that night. But they are ready to leave now. Emma in a short khaki skirt and pale-yellow top. He in shorts and polo top to match hers. He is delighted to have them wearing matching outfits. Signifying they are a couple. Donald is changing so much suddenly; yesterday had a huge impact on him too. Seeing Emma so indifferent, and then somewhat removed herself from him when he was with Connie. And then what he realizes is a feeling of guilt about what he put her through in the end makes him a little afraid that Emma might be the one to leave him, not him to send her away as she fears. And as Emma has never felt jealousy before, it is since his youth that Donald has ever felt guilty about anything. So, this is new to him too. Donald knows there is more that Emma must go through to reach the point she needs to be at, but it is going to be very hard for him to make her do so. Not for the study, not for her to earn more pearls. Today, how he is feeling, he would throw them all at her feet, but because he wants her to blossom to her fullest to be all he knows she can be. Donald tells Emma it is time they get started and walks her down the hall to the garage, his hand back where he likes it most, on her ass cheek. Emma smiles a little to herself as she feels his hand there. Emma has not seen the inside of the Volkswagen Van, and when she does, she discovers that it is a camper, circa the early seventies. The van itself is powder blue and white, and the interior is all light wood features. It is in mint condition. There are foldout seats which turn into beds, cabinetry for storage, a small ice box, sink, water storage, and pump. All that is needed for an electrical hookup; a laminated folding table, and Venetian blinds for the windows. Donald explains there is a canopy for the side of the van and a cooking stove also to use outside. The back of the van is well stocked with things they may need. Donald helps Emma into the front seat after she has inspected the back of the van and did give her cheek a spank as he always does, but this morning’s is only a light one. He is still so worried about how Emma is feeling. Again, Emma smiles to herself as he goes around to get in. Emma does not want Donald to suffer, but perhaps this little while he has will be good for him. Donald pulls out and directs the van south towards the coast. It is a drive under two hours. Donald begins to talk; he does not believe what is coming out of his mouth. He has never shared with anyone about this before. He should just shut up and drive. This is giving too much of himself away. But he cannot stop himself, it all wants to spill out of him. He begins, “Emma, you have shared so much with me about your childhood, youth, and upbringing. And things that are important to you, and I realize I have not reciprocated really.” Emma’s ears perk up hearing this. Donald continues, “I don’t know if you know it, but I am from Boston. I was born there, and until ten years when the Institute relocated to this area I lived mostly in New England.” Emma did not know this, but now she understands how Donald’s accent is rather different than hers and from where it comes. And then Donald begins his story, words just flowing over each other as he talks. Two sentences in, Emma moves her hand and begins to caress his bare right thigh as the tale of his life is told. I lived with my parents and attended school locally until I was to enter the sixth grade. Then, as was the custom in my family, I was sent to a military academy in New Hampshire from then until I graduated high school. I had just turned twelve when I was sent. My father assured me that it was the best thing for me, to make me a man. He had attended the same academy himself. I was allowed to return home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. It was the best time seeing my parents. I too was an only . My mother doted on me, especially now that I was apart from her so much. While strict in some senses, wanting me to become the man he envisioned I would be, my father was kind and indulgent to me also. That Christmas was the best. They bought me so many things I had longed for, a rocket kit, a guitar, so many of the books I wanted, and an adult bike which I could use at school to ride into town. But shortly after another wonderful week with them at Easter I was called to the Commander’s office. He was somewhat kind as he told me my parent had been killed in an automobile accident. I went home again, though that house would never be my home again. My aunt, my father’s sister, was with me throughout the funeral and the week that followed. My things were moved to her house, and the rest sorted and cataloged before the house was put up for sale. This was after I went back to school. But then, at the time my aunt moved me in with her, she was only concerned with getting me settled with her before I had to go back to school. She had never married but lived in her and my father’s family home after my grandparents died a few years prior. She was always concerned and nice to me, but she wasn’t my mother, and I now realize I never really returned her love for me. Back at school, I was now different. When I had arrived in the fall, I had been rather shy and was bullied a good bit by the older boys. One in particular, who lorded over me and more or less made me his slave. When I returned, I suddenly had more confidence. I stood up for myself, and the others backed off. There would be more fresh young men to bully in the fall for them. It helped me build that confidence in part that the will had been read before I had returned, and I learned my parents left their entire estate to me. A fortune really, as both sides of my family had been rather wealthy and had handed much down to my parents, besides the capital my father had built himself. Realizing the status I now had, and the expectations that went with it, I acknowledge I had to become a man. During the rest of my years at the Academy, while I never had any close friends, most all respected me and I did become my Brigade’s Commander, what was known as the First Captain. Emma hears the pride in Donald’s voice as he tells her of this accomplishment. It gives her the start of insight into how Donald became the person she met. She feels sorry for him about the bullying and losing his parents, but she can sense she should not comment on either right now. They are approaching the beach now, so Donald’s story ends, for now. Emma hopes he will tell her more before the weekend is over. Donald pulls the van onto the beach a bit, near the rest area, but not too close. There are other vans parked along this portion of the beach already. She looks out and sees that electrical outlets are sticking out of the sand near where the vans are parked. This beach must cater to campers she thinks. They climb out of the van and into the back to start to unpack. But Donald is a little hard from Emma’s caressing of his thigh for the last couple of hours. He had been so involved with telling her his story, opening to her, that he hadn’t comprehended how aroused he became. Emma notices too and closes the door behind her when she enters, and comes up to him and kisses him intensely. She stands so close to him that he feels his hard cock rubbing against her mons, and her breast pressing into him making him long for her so much. “Emma,” Donald starts as he turns and fumbles to turn the bed out, “Would you like to right now?” Emma laughs and kisses him again, pressing him back down on the now opened bed. She quickly undoes his shorts and pulls them off him. And then drop her shorts to the floor too. Not bothering even to remove their tops, Emma is straddling him, rubbing his cock up and down her soaking slit to moisten it. Once lubricated she guides Donald’s prick up into her. Oh, it feels so good to have Donald there again. Both feel the same way; it is almost like Donald is home again, where he should be. Now it is just a bit over twenty-four hours since they had been like this, but all that happened between those hours does make right now seem like a homecoming. Emma feels Donald deep up in her, and she begins to bounce on him to make him thrust further and further up in her. She begins to clamp against his cock by the fifth thrust. Donald moans with pleasure. Emma leans forward and kisses him as she bounces on and on. Donald lifts his ass some to be able to push further into her; he wants Emma so much at this moment how she does make him so happy. Emma continues her onslaught of Donald, up and down she bounces, coming down harder each time. She feels herself starting to peak but then remembers the sensation with Connie yesterday. She leans to Donald’s ear and whispers, “Please, sir, I am close to cumming, but you must tell me when I may.” Donald’s eyes widen at this statement, remembering Emma in the reverse position yesterday, and he understands how much she is giving of herself to him at this moment. He replies, “What was the word you used? Yes, ‘now.’ I will say the same to you. You must not cum until I tell you that you may by saying, now.” Emma is giddy with excitement. She hopes she can hold off like she did yesterday but feeling Donald’s full cock up in her in this position it is going to be hard. She nods to show she understands. Donald comprehends her dilemma and rolls her on her back and lifts her legs. This position is always good, but it is easier to hold off cumming this way better. He does not let up though and begins to drive his cock up in her over and over. His problem is that he is close to cumming too, but like Emma yesterday, he holds himself back and begins a slower pace of driving into her over and over. Both are moaning, and Emma is even biting her lower lip to keep control. She is so close. Such a sweet pain runs through her being in this state, at this level. Shivers are running through her body, wave over wave of them. Donald remembers the rules from when Emma was in control and continues to fuck her for five more minutes — pressing into her, letting her hold him for a bit before pulling back and plunging in deeper again to be held. Emma reaches her hand around him and finds his crack and runs her fingers down it to his hole and begins to circle it before pressing into him some. Donald gives out a loud moan at the pleasure of this rear attack. “Emma, that is cheating, don’t stop, but you have added minutes until you may release,” Donald gasps out to her. How he is going to last much longer Donald does not know — feeling her finger up in him searching around. If she finds his prostate, he is doomed. Luckily, Emma must know that would be playing unfair, and just presses in and out of his asshole to add to Donald’s enjoyment. And it does, feeling her so willingly, without being asked, to this is like a subliminal massage. It feels so good. As Donald adjusts to this additional stimulation, he can enjoy it as he presses in and out of Emma over and over. She is panting hard now, trying to hold herself back from tipping to the light fantastic. But she is so close. Whimpers escape her as she compresses her sides against Donald’s cock. It is now almost fifteen minutes since she asked Donald for permission, her whole body is so charged feeling the prickles run through her. Please, let him release her from this. Donald is in a high state himself now and knows he is seconds from cumming. He looks at her face and sees all the sweat forming, some from what has been dripping down on her from him for the last few minutes. He looks her in the eye and says, “Now.” Emma cries out, loud enough if anyone was near the van to hear. Her back arches and she is holding his prick so tightly in her. His sperm shoots out up in her deeply as Donald, in turn, loudly moans as he comes. Both their bodies are shaking as if in convulsions. They shudder as they both stare at each other grinning like fools. On this rather uncomfortable bed in the back of the van, (the mattress is rather thin, so the bed is rather hard), they have probably had the best sex. They fall together in each other’s arms laughing as they both realize they might have just put on an audio show for anyone approaching the rest area. “Maybe we should move the van away from right here,” Donald whispers to her. Emma replies, “Well, they now know what happens in here, and I am sure is happening in several of the other campers and vans. Well, I can only hope. Donald, thank you. That was amazing. Perhaps I should make you control when I cum every time we fuck. No, not every time, but sometimes. That added so much to the final release.” Donald hugs her tightly and response, “Yes, that made it rather gratifying for me too, but no, not every time. Are you tired now, would you like to nap for a while? Or have lunch? Or go swimming for a bit?” Emma laughs at all he is offering her and replies, “I want all of them, not sure in which order yet, but right now, I really, really need to pee.” She kisses Donald then jumps from the bed, pulls her shorts on and hurries out the door to the rest area. She giggles as she passes a few people sitting at the nearby picnic table who smile at her. Such a nice release as she sits on the toilet. Sex is always wonderful for her now, but the release of her bladder after almost gives her an after-cum experience. When she gets back to the van Donald is putting up the awning of the camper. He has a table and chairs to eat at under it, the grill and a couple of lounge chairs side by side nearby; all is set up already. It all looks so cozy and nice to Emma. Their little home on the beach. She goes inside the camper and finds the sheets and pillows to make the bed. There is no Karen or Julie here to tend to their needs, which is rather nice in itself too. When they had fallen on the bed earlier, it had just been the rubber mattress; now it was a bed for them. Yes, it will be a little hard, but Emma is sure by the time they fall to sleep tonight they both will be rather exhausted and not care. She opens their suitcases on another bench and takes out the top swimsuit Donald has packed. There are several, but she figures knowing Donald they are packed in the order to wear. She changes into it. She is a little concerned about it. A pale blue bikini. It almost feels like the lingerie she now wears, the top cut so skimpy, and the bottom rather flimsy itself. At least it is not a thong. Can she go out in public this way? Donald has chosen it for her, so yes, to please him she will. She comes back out of the van as Donald is finishing plugging the van into the nearby outlet. He looks up and sees her in the doorway. The light is shining on her there as the awning does not cover it. Her tan skin, the light blue showing it off. Even though she does have a little belly, the suit is showing all her assets off in the best way. Donald smiles at her and tells her it seems like she has picked what she wants to do next and to give him a minute to get into his suit. Emma goes and sits on one of the lounge chairs in the warm sun to wait for him. He hurries to change, grabs some towel, sun lotion, sunglasses for them and a basket with some snacks and wine in it. He comes back out the van and locks it. They walk down to the water. The beach itself is over 200 feet deep, the vans sit at the very back of it, well out of the way of the tides coming in. Emma and Donald walk to within twenty feet from the shore. Donald spreads the blanket for them to sit on and ask Emma if she wants to lay in the sun for a while first or go into the water. She kisses him quickly and nods to the water before she runs to it. Donald laughs and runs behind her. They splash into the salt water, which is rather cold, but it feels so good. They swim out from shore beside each other. They find a dune out about 100 feet which allow them to stand with the water up to Emma’s shoulders and Donald's chest. They stop and stand, facing each other. Donald steps close to her and puts his hand inside the bottom of her swimsuit, searching for her slit, which is soon open to him. He rubs against her clit for a while as she moans in delight. “Donald, what if someone sees what you are doing?” Emma asks him. ‘Donald,’ that sounds so lovely that she is calling him that here, today. It is what she should during this interlude he has made for them. He replies, “We are in deep enough water, and no one is around so no one will know.” It is true, Emma realizes as she enjoys Donald’s attention. While the beach is rather crowded, and there are many people in the water, they are all staying so close to the shore. She moans quietly with delight as he rubs and pinches her clit until it is hard and solid. Donald keeps rubbing her as she places her arms on his shoulders to steady herself. He is taking her to the summit one more time. It feels so good as she approaches it. Then Donald tells her, “now,” and moves his fingers so three are up in her pressing against her g-spot and his thumb continues to tease her clit. She realizes that Donald now is telling her to cum before she is quite to the peak. But that does something to her realizing he is now taking control of her orgasms. It makes her arch back, throb against his fingers inside her and moans. She does try to control the noise she makes as she does cum hard from his command. Donald is astonished that Emma did cum on command. He knew from her body language that she was close, but him telling her to do so to make her flip over that fence is amazing to him. He puts her arms around her and holds her as she shakes from the gratification she just experienced. Calming, she looks up at Donald as he holds her, and jumps up around his waist, which is easy with the buoyancy of the salt water, and kisses him deeply, over and over. “Thank you, Donald, that was a wonderful surprise,” she tells him sincerely. They now begin to swim earnestly. In a large circle at first, diving under and back up. Swimming away from each other and then back together to stand and kiss. It is an unchoreographed dance between them. And then an added dimension comes into play. As they stand together, Emma dives down, presses his legs apart and swims on her back between his legs, her lips just touching his prick and balls as she does. He moans in passion. She swims back between them again in the same way before rising from the water. He pulls her to him and asks, “What are you doing Emma, that feels so….” She smiles at him and tells him to try it as she spread her legs apart. Not to be outdone, he dives under the water and swims between her legs, biting at her swimsuit as he does. Then back from behind doing the same before he surfaces. “Is that what you want?” Donald askes her. “Oh yes, that was fun, we will have to remember that,” Emma says as she dives under again but this time when she surfaces she is swimming towards shore. Donald, see what she is doing is right behind. ‘Where does Emma get such energy?' Donald wonders as he swims behind her. When Emma reaches the shore, she stands and then runs across the sand and flops on their blanket. Donald follows. He takes one of the towels and begins to dry her off. She giggles at his attention. He dries her hair as best he can, then she takes the towel and dries him. Done, he brings the brush out and with Emma, now sitting between his legs facing the water, Donald begins to brush her hair. This always makes Emma drip, and today is no exception. Donald hears her quiet whimpers as she enjoys the care he is taking of her. Finished, Donald opens the bottle of wine and brings out the cheese and crackers. The nibble and sip in happy harmony. The sun is feeling so good on their skin. But Donald realizing the rays are getting stronger gets the sun lotion out and begins to rub it all over Emma’s arms, back, chest, stomach and the from her feet up to her thighs. Emma’s whimpering increases at Donald’s touch covered in lotion. She takes the bottle from him and returns the courtesy to him. Now both protected from the sun, the lay on their backs to enjoy the warmth side by side touching each other’s shoulders and thighs. Donald takes her hand and holds it. 'Yes, this is how this afternoon should be,' he thinks. |
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