Saturday starts nice and sunny when Emma and Donald wake up. It is already getting warm by nine o’clock. They decide that they will spend the day, for the most part, on the beach.
After a quick shower, both are in bathing suits, Emma insists on a cover to go down to breakfast with Dorothy and Maude. But both women can see her figure outlined under the light coverall and sigh at Emma’s loveliness.
That is the nice thing about Dorothy and Maude, they have over the years learned to appreciate, together, lovely females without worrying that either is going to stray. Together, it is lovely to lust over a feminine delight without wanting to act on it.
After breakfast, Donald and Emma, armed with a basket of snacks and water, an umbrella, towels, and other items which might be needed, head to the beach.
It is a perfect day. The sun is shining, while in the eighties, the breeze off the bay keeps them from being too hot. The water in the bay is freshwater, though as you near the tip, the saltwater border is not that far away.
They each take their time rubbing suntan lotion on each other. Right here in front of the cottage they are the only one on this part of the beach but looking both ways down the shoreline there are a lot of people out on the beach. Donald explains that to the south not far away is a public beach where he would usually spend his summer days when he was young.
He even points out the house a few down towards the public beach where his first sexual encounter with the married woman took place. Just seeing it and thinking of a young Donald being led into manhood there makes juices begin to drip between Emma’s legs.
They lay on the beach reading for a while. Dorothy and Maude said they were going to work in their garden while Donald and Emma are gone, so the day seems planned for all of them.
Between sunning and reading, and nibbling on their goodies, Emma and Donald stop every hour and run into the water to play and swim for about fifteen minutes. One water break they swim down the coast to the public beach and walk out of the water so Emma can see it up close, packed with people enjoying the end of the summer. They walk back up the beach to the cottage after. Emma tells Donald that while the public beach looks fun, she is enjoying their ‘private’ area so much more.
It was about two o’clock when they get back to the beach at the cottage. Emma can feel her shoulders and back heating up and can see Donald’s back is a bit red also. She tells him to put the umbrella up now so they can be more in the shade while she runs to the house for some aloe vera to cool down the burns. Donald suggests she bring a bottle of wine too.
So Emma starts up the path to the cottage. As she passes the garden, Dorothy and Maude are not there, but she can see it has been cleaned and things harvested. She goes by the greenhouse and stops and stares.
Dorothy is sitting on one of the workbenches, her back to the windows. Maude is standing between her legs, kissing her neck and shoulders. Both are completely nude.
Emma is mesmerized. As they move around, Emma can see how lovely they both look. Yes, their bodies are in their seventies and bat wing arms, somewhat sagging breasts, wrinkles are present, and both are a bit overweight with bellies, but they both are so beautiful. Especially watching them in the act of making love.
Emma can’t pull herself away from watching. She is embarrassed about this but watching the care and love, which is obvious between them as they entwine is spellbinding. She just hopes they do not notice her.
As she watches, the women passionately kiss, then Dorothy lays on the workbench, which is cleared of anything and Maude climbs up beside her. Maude leans and begins to suck Dorothy’s breasts. Taking one nipple, and then the other in her lips and pulls on them to make them hard. All the time, she is running her hands up and down Dorothy’s arm with featherlike caresses.