Somehow knowing that Donald is there watching her, and perhaps the pale glow of the phone with his wonderful face looking down on her Emma does drowse off to sleep rather quickly. Well, the almost full bottle of wine she had drunk while reading her mother’s story didn’t hurt either.
Since spending the night with Donald holding her in his arms, Emma is now able to again sleep on her side, with a pillow at her back to imagine it is Donald there against her. For Donald, seeing her face in front of him, even in the shadowy light of her room somehow comforts him as he watches her fall asleep.
And though he told her he would hang up when she is asleep, he watches her sleeping for almost an hour until he forces himself to hang up and go to bed himself.
Emma’s revelation about her parents amazes him, and he must write all of this up tomorrow. He so wants to share this with his colleagues but he finds himself hesitating about doing so. This is his Emma’s story, and does he want them to know that much about her?
It is the first time that he has thought of her as his Emma. And it feels so good thinking of her that way. And tomorrow he will see her again. This day apart has been agonizing for him. He falls asleep imagining how things will be between them. In the morning he will curse himself for such indulgence, but as he nods off it is so wonderful to just imagine.
In the morning, clearer headed after a good night’s sleep, Donald sends Emma an email for her to see when she wakes. Which he knows will be soon when she hears the sound of an incoming message.
He tells her to come to his house tomorrow at five p.m. Go to her room and wait for him. He wants to see her in her rosy dress. And he reminds her that she must deposit that money in the bank first.
He wonders if he should have offered to accompany her to do this, but then decides she should do fine on her own.
Emma does awake when she hears the message come in. Reading it she smiles broadly learning that soon she will be with her Donald again. But then realizes how much she needs to get done before then.
She hurries and gets up. Her shower will wait until she gets ready to dress. She does love how wonderful it feels now to just go around the house doing things nude.
She goes downstairs and carried all the bags of clothes to the garage. The coolness of the garage does harden her nipples which excites her some. It is several trips, but the bags are now all pushed to one side of the garage.
Back inside she first calls a local hardware store and arranges for them to come Thursday to put a garage door opener in. Then she calls an antique auction house nearby. She explains that she has several perfect condition furniture over one-hundred and fifty years old, along with china, and many other things which she wants to sell.
The auction house knows who she is, and has heard about the treasure chest of things in her house and jumps at the chance. She schedules them to come Thursday also to give her an estimate. She is so satisfied with what she has accomplished this morning. She is going to get rid of much of the old, and move forward.
Only then does she go and fix herself some breakfast, chuckling to herself that she guesses she will have to be dressed on Thursday here at her house.
After breakfast, feeling a sense of accomplishment over all the things she is setting in motion, she indulges herself in watching the DVD Donald had sent home with her on Sunday. It is the 1975 French film the Histoire d'O (Story of O). Donald taped a note inside the jacket.
“Emma, you will get to read this book too, which far surpasses this film, but I think visually seeing some of this will help you.”
For the next almost two hours she watches is film, her fingers keep starting to reach for her pussy to stroke herself like Donald had, but stops herself in time fearful of what the outcome would be if she so indulges herself. By the end, her eyes are wide open.
Does Donald want to take her this far into things? Could she go that far? Donald has captivated her, but she is not sure she could submit to all that. Or is that what she really lusts? Is she so like, or more so, than her mother?
Too many thoughts are running through her head.
Then she realizes that she has forgotten one more place she should have called earlier. The charity shop to pick up all the bags of clothes. She does so quickly, arranging one more Thursday event. That out of the way, and the other things too, she feels like this forty-year weight is beginning to lift off her shoulders.
Emma finds a large purse, well almost a carry-all, and counting and recording the money one more time she places it all in the bag to take to the bank. She then showers and dresses. The rosy dress does look wonderful on her. The deep neck, held up only by the shelf bra she has under it, does give an excellent peeking view of her breasts.
She shudders suddenly and wonders if she could wear this outfit into the bank? The bank her family owned? All the officers from President down know her so well. But a sly smile comes to her lips as she thinks perhaps this fresh look, and the $100,000 she will surprise them with, is just the jolt the old place needs.
When she counts out the hundreds, she finds many with unusual color seals on them. And the release dates are from over one-hundred years ago. These might be worth more than their face value. As she packs her bag she bundles them separately.
Deep down she knows everything she is doing today is for Donald. Will he appreciate all she is doing?
The money now took care of, she goes back to her parents’ bedroom and takes her fathers huge leather suitcase and packs the suits, the shirts, the ties for Donald. She moves the luggage to the top of the stairs. Only then does she remember she needs to pack the suitcase Donald sent home with her to take back.
‘What did he want her to include?’
She remembers now that not really much is to be returned in it. But she places the DVD in the sleeve and her book, which she will have to confess with her mother’s diary she did not finish the last seventy-five pages. She hopes her professor will not punish her for that as she has such wonderful things to share with him. Oh yes, and her mother’s diary, that she must take to him. So that filled with what must be returned, she closes and carries this light suitcase to the top of the stairs too.
She goes back into her bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. The darker shades of makeup do create a totally different look to her. She knows it is erotic and inviting. Oh, what will happen looking like this at the bank?
She picks up the purse with the money, carried it downstairs with the suitcase Donald has given her. Then up the stairs for her father’s suitcase. She looks out the front door, and it appears the neighbors are elsewhere as first she carries the two suitcases to the car, then back in the house for her purses and hurries to her car with them, putting them on the front passenger seat.
She has a couple hours to deal with things at the bank before she is due at Donald’s. And thinking this, she caresses her now filling pearl necklace. This she knows she will never take off.
She drives the five minutes to the bank. Her father’s bank. She knows it so well from growing up with it being so central in her life. But never has she looked this way, or could have conceived of what she now has to do.
Big bag in hand, she walks in, her high heels tapping on the marble floor. Good golly, just that sound, knowing it is her heel doing it, makes her start to drip between her legs.
She walks up to the front desk and tells the woman there that she needs to see the President for something important. The woman, Grace, sees the seriousness on Emma’s face and knows who she is. She worked at the bank under Emma’s father for several years before he retired. She presses the buzzer on her desk, and the President arrives to greet her in only a few moments.
It is hard for him to hide his surprise in Emma’s new appearance. Truth be told he has always yearned for Emma, and now how she looks in front of him now, he feels himself hardening and hopes it is not obvious. But somehow Emma’s eyes drop and she does see. And this inner smile spreads through her realizing her new power over men. And she feels herself dripping even more.
He leads her to his office. He so wants to touch her but knows he must not.
In his office, Emma does stammer a little trying to explain how she found this money – but NOT why it was there. He just smiles condescendingly at her, thinking it was a couple thousand dollars she is worried about. But when she opens the bag and he sees how much it is, he is flabbergasted.
She shows him the bills she wonders about and he knows immediately yes, all of the ones she has put aside are worth much more than their face value. And how much there is to deposit into her account.
With the new bank corporation, this bank is now part of he realizes he is going to well over his goals for increased deposits by tenfold this year. This gives him even more of a rush. And when he stands to take the money out of the bag and looks at Emma, he can see a bit down her dress. Her nipples are just peeking out at him and he is so afraid he is going to cum before he finishes this.
He pulls himself together enough to call a teller to his office to count out the money for a deposit. As the teller does, he pampers himself with imagining caressing Emma’s loving boobs, pinching her nipples and running his hand up her silken thighs to find her wet welcoming slit for him to soak his fingers in. He shook his head to rid that thought before he came and embarrassed himself.