They awake in the morning with Donald still inside of Emma. He has softened some but their closeness through the night did not cause him to slip out. Realizing where he still is, he begins to press in and out of her, faster and faster, making her juices to begin to flow. She is a little dry on waking but realizing Donald cock is still up in her, and his initial thrust makes her wet quickly.
They both now need to cum quickly, the slowness of yesterday was wonderful, but now the need for a quick release and climax is called for. Emma throws her upper leg back over Donald’s thighs and leans forward for him to thrust up deep into her. She moans with pleasure with each stroke of his cock in her.
It is a quick union, after holding him in her all night, the combined lust that developed as they slept is front and center right now.
Push after push Donald beats against her, his balls banging against her ass. He moves his fingers to her exposed ass hole and begins to play with it, making Emma scream out in delight. She grabs a pillow and holds it to her face as she realizes that the windows are open for the night breeze and someone could hear her.
Donald laughs at her for her concern and presses into both her lower holes. Emma is in ecstasy and comes quickly her muffled scream of joy come out from the pillow.
Donald does not let up and in minutes he feels his balls fill and begin to unload, and as his sperm shoots up in Emma and he moans from the release, a muffled scream again comes from the pillow and Donald knows Emma is coming a second time.
He pulls out of her. They both feel the emptiness after him being inside her for over eight hours. But they both know he will be back there soon.
Emma throws on her shift again, and Donald his short and they make the trek to the rest area. As they do, they look around and see the beach is almost deserted. The holiday weekend is over, while some had stayed for the fireworks last night, they must have all pulled out at dawn, or before, to head home to return to work.
Donald knows they should be back home by tomorrow, but his first class, the morning one is having their finals and being proctored so he does not need to be there. He does need to be there for the class at one o’clock as it is its final lecture. So, they could stay an extra day and leave tomorrow morning by ten. Depending on Emma’s Wednesday schedule.
When he asks her, she tells him that she has no meeting scheduled due to the holiday weekend, so yes, let’s stay for another day.
Donald is so glad, as he really is enjoying being here with Emma, and is not ready to return to the different life they have at home. Though he does wonder if that will change now too.
They go back to the van and put their suits on. Donald does so like seeing Emma’s nude body as she changes. And she looks lovely in each of the bathing suits he bought her. It had been fun shopping for them last week. He will never tire of picking out women’s clothes to dress someone in. And now he has a doll, no a wonderful woman, which he can dress in outfit after outfit.
He envisions one day when he would hold Emma on his lap as they search for new outfits to buy for her which will show her off in all her glory. Emma pulls him from this daydream as she asks if he is ready to hit the beach.
It is rather funny how more confident and open, and fun, Emma is here at the beach. Is it the water, the warming sun, the fresh breeze, or what that makes her more outgoing than she ever has been in her life?
They head to the shoreline, there are hardly anyone around today, on the beach or in the water. Blanket spread they rush to the water. The built-up energy which led to the need for sexual release this morning now is needing something physical. They swim out to their sand dune and back closer to shore, and back again. They do it five times in all ending at the sand dune panting.
Somehow, they match each other’s strokes as they swim, and unspoken they both understand the need for several laps before stopping. They stand on their special sand dune just looking at each other as they catch their breath. They both feel so refreshed from the physical excursion.
Emma steps close to Donald and puts her hand down the front of his swimsuit and after just caressing his glans a bit, takes his shaft in hand and begins to jerk him. Donald gasps at the sudden forwardness she is displaying.
He loses no time in putting his hand down the front of her bottoms and begins to play in her slit. They lean close together as their fingers play against each other like little fishes under the water. No one can tell what they are doing, not that there is really anyone around.
They moan at each other as each hits the right spot and rhythm. For the first time, they just stare deeply into each other’s eyes as they do this. Monitoring each other’s reaction to each stroke they make. This in itself is taking them to a different plane.
And, Donald acknowledging that Emma is who is locking eyes on him and will not look away no matter how close to orgasm she is approaching, realizes she is teaching him something sexually charged again.
To stare at each other as you work your way to the climax, not looking away, adds something so personal to the experience. And then he begins to understand Emma, and the world she is opening to him. Not sexual, intimacy. Something he has never experienced before, or a thing the Institute has ever taken into account. What fools they have all been.
And staring into Emma’s eyes, with her jerking him so well, he explodes, more intensely than he ever has. He sees her smile at him as his cum surfaces and floats on the water. They both laugh.
Now, still staring into Emma’s eyes, Donald increases his efforts to bring Emma to the cusp too. And it is not long with his fingers up in her vag and thumb polishing her clit. He reaches his other hand behind her and plays with her asshole, entering her just enough that she arches her back and cries out in total contentment.
She reaches up and kisses him, still staring at him, then her head drops against his chest as she tries to recover.
“Emma, how is it this weekend you are the teacher, opening a very different sexual world to me?” Donald asks her as he puts his arms around her and hold her tight.
“What do you mean?” Emma asks.
“Glazing, unflinching as we both climax, that was amazing. I would never have thought about that,” Donald answers her.
She just chuckles a little as she catches her breath. “Do you think we can make it back to shore after that?” Emma ponders.
Now it is Donald’s turn to chuckle and says, “Let’s try, but we might need to go at a slower pace.”
And so, side by side, Emma and Donald leisurely swim to the shore, and on to their blanket.
Dried and now both lotioned they lay on their backs to enjoy the sun rays beaming down on them.
After several minutes of peaceful silence between them, Emma commented, “Donald, the story you started about your life in the car Sunday, is there more you would like to tell me about it? What was it like living with your aunt? Were you happy? And at school, you say you had such a leadership role, how did you achieve that wonderful accomplishment?”
Donald revels in Emma’s questions for some reason. She seems so interested in him, his life, and her questions are so attuned to what he had told her. He found himself realizing that he did so want to share more with her, explain how his life was until he met her.
So, Donald backed up a little and tells her more about his childhood as they laid side by side, holding hands, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
My aunt was very kind to me, and I realize now she loved me very much. After my parents died, when I was first home for the funeral, she stood by me stoically the whole time. I did cry then a good bit, but never really have again in my life. And she just comforted me. I know now, she was truly suffering also. She had lost her brother who she was so close to. They were actually twins. And the sister-in-law she cared so much for and who had been her best friend.
But she never let her suffering show, only her concern for me. Realizing this now, I feel so bad that I was not kinder to her, but I was so wrapped up in my own loss.
Emma squeezes his hand to comfort him.
She wrote to me at school at least twice, sometimes three times a week inquiring about what I was doing, my likes and dislikes. Again, I now feel bad telling you this as I would only write back every week or two.
But it was funny, answering her questions from her letters, I opened to her more than I did then with anyone else. And when I saw my room when I arrived that summer, seeing that she had listened, and understood everything I had written in a haphazard manner I was rather overwhelmed. But again, I did not fully show her my appreciation.
That first summer I spent with her, first, at the house, where she had fixed up my room so nicely for me with everything I liked, then after just a week or two at the house, we went to Provence Town on Cape Cod for the summer. That is where I learned to swim. I spent most of the summer in the water and on the beach there.