Chapter 7

The daylight peeking through the heavy curtains woke him, he thought. Beside him, still draped in that sexy babydoll nightie, Emma slept, one hand tucked under her head. He slipped carefully out of bed, then need to pee calling him to the bathroom. Might as well brush my teeth while I’m here, he decided.

His mind kept coming back to last night, and his wonderment at her willingness to push her boundaries. He thought back over the women he’d dated, through high school and beyond. He couldn’t think of one who was as adventurous as Emma. All of the others had ‘normal’ back-grounds, had experimented with the usual – alcohol, drugs, sex, as rebellion against parents and schools – but none of them, to his memory, shared Emma’s willingness to try new things so openly.

She’d probably wind up teaching him a few things before she was done. He rinsed his mouth and went quietly back to the bedroom. He was surprised to find a stiffy announcing its presence.

He had thought, given the way she’d worn him out last night, that it wouldn’t make an appearance till much later in the day. But here it was.

He wormed into bed beside her. She was facing away from him, and he could see the curve of her hip poking up through the sheet, which led him into contemplation of her butt. He was thinking, she’s accepting ideas about sexual pleasures at a much faster clip than I’d thought. Look how quickly she got into liking vibrators in her ass, and how hard it got her off. Maybe a dick in her butt isn’t that far away, after all. Still, slower is probably better. Let her come to the idea naturally.

He tried to imagine what that would feel like, his cock sliding into that tight little asshole, gripping him. The thought was so arousing that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long once she finally allowed him to do it.

He chuckled at himself as he realized that the image of that in his head was making his dick twitch and jump like a dog eager to be let outside to run. Down, boy. That’s not gonna happen for awhile.

But now he had a problem to deal with, and it wouldn’t go away on its own. He felt selfish at the thought of waking her up to deal with his problem. Maybe he could just wait till she woke normally.

He thought about the rest of the day. He’d been corralled into going swimming with Emma and Barb and, he presumed, Bob. That was later. There was breakfast. The two of them ought to do something social other than fuck. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but it wouldn’t do to become too one-dimensional, so maybe horseback riding or archery. Yawn.

He turned over and looked at the night table. There was a small digital clock, and now a bottle of lube and the silver vibrator. That had turned out to be an eye-opener, as had all the sex toys she’d tried. She’d liked this little thing. Especially when he’d put it in her butt. Maybe it was time to try the butt plugs. He’d bet she’d take off and fly when he got the one with the vibrator in there.

And of course he had his surprise to look forward to. He was pretty sure she’d like it. He knew for certain that he would. But later in the week, perhaps. This might be a case of too much too soon.

He picked up the vibrator and the lube. He’d have to remember to put them away before they left the room. He was reasonably certain that the housekeeping staff and bellboys traded salacious stories and rumors about their various guests, and would prefer not to be part of the group entertainment.

He was remembering how his dick had felt when Emma had applied the lube last night. It had been amazingly sensual, skin moving so lightly over the shaft, a very different feeling that he’d liked, a lot. Out of curiosity, he flipped the lid and dribbled a few drops onto the head of his dick and closed the bottle tight. He ran his fingertips over the head of his dick and spread the lube around the top of the shaft.

That was very arousing. If he wasn’t careful, he might wind up unintentionally shooting a load of jizz all over her fine ass. Not necessarily a bad thing, but better if she was involved in making it happen. He guessed with some certainty that women didn’t like awakening to a coating of cum dripping down their bodies. They had to be consciously involved in the process before it was acceptable.

That really was an exceptional ass. He’d seen his share, lots of them in videos, but a respectable number up close and personal, and hers was at the top of every list, no matter how it was ranked.

And between the two cheeks was that amazing pussy and that little, puckered, pink asshole. And he got to play with them for the rest of his life! Eat your hearts out, rest-of-the-world.

Beside him, Emma had changed somehow, he wasn’t sure what, but she now looked not as soundly asleep as she had been just a couple of minutes ago. Was he thinking too loudly and woke her up? Ohmigod, what if she can read minds and she’s been peeking into my head at all the really dirty, perverted things I’m planning for her.

Get hold of yourself, Ken, that stuff’s just in sci-fi movies. Relax. No mind-reading happening here, not today. But she does seem to be waking up. Look, she moved a hand.

She made a noise, a kind of hum, and now he was sure she was waking. Okay, I’ll put an arm around her, just a friendly gesture, no ulterior motive.

He did, and she sighed pleasantly and moved her ass just a little closer to him. Oh, that’s nice, I can work with that.

“Morning,” she mumbled, clearly sounding half asleep. “Morning,” he answered civilly. He moved his hand from around her waist to her upper thigh. He was surprised by how warm it felt.

He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. She went, “Mmmm” and pushed her butt backwards so they were spooning.

Uh-oh. His erect dick was now poking directly into her ass crack. That could be interesting. He’d never fucked an ass crack before, but the lube on his dick was making it slide in very erotically.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s either my dick or the bottle of champagne I ordered for breakfast.”

“It feels ... funny but sexy, too. We might have to experiment with that at some later time.”

“Easy for you to say. Men wake up like this every morning and it’s distracting, and it makes getting dressed really difficult. Women don’t have to worry about that.”

“We feel your pain.”

“Lift your leg,” he ordered her.

“This one?” she asked, lifting her upper leg.

“Yeah, hook it behind me.”

He moved a few inches lower and pushed in, holding his dick, searching for the opening to her pussy by feel with an extended index finger.

“What are you doing, Kenny?”

“Looking for a place to park this, baby.”

He felt his finger slide in and knew he was there, He pushed his hips forward and guided his cock to her cunt. The lube made it slip right in.

“Oh!” she said.

Incomplete, he thought. It should be, “Oh, yeah!” The angle wasn’t great, and he couldn’t push in very far, but it also took almost no energy to slide his dick in and out. And the sliding was feeling very, very good.

“Do you mean I have to do this every morning?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” Kenny rasped.

“Something to look forward to,” she said.

Because he couldn’t move quickly, or push in deeply, the arousal was slower, more controlled.

He was enjoying just being close to her and sharing this wonderful feeling with her.

He put his hand behind him to brace himself and help him thrust into her, and it fell on the silver vibrator. He picked it up and thought about using it on her. He couldn’t put it in her butt because of the angle of thrusts, and he couldn’t apply it to her clit himself because her raised leg was in the way.

He flicked it on and pressed the button until he found a strong, irregular pulse pattern. “Take this, baby.” He passed it over her raised leg.

There was a long period where she didn’t respond, just lay there. Then he could hear it vibrating against her skin and sensed her breathing changing, getting quicker.

He could tell by the movement of her upper arm that she was holding it in that hand, and that she was applying it to herself energetically.

Now he could hear her talking to herself, very quietly. “Oh, damn, that’s nice. Just a little slower. Slide it all the way down. Then up. Ooo, right there.”

He was closer, but still a ways away. She sounded more ... imminent, more desperate. She had stopped talking to herself, but was attacking her clit more aggressively now. He continued to push into her, and could feel her torso quivering. And then she was talking nonstop. “Oh, fuck, yeah, right there, oh, close, just a little ... do it faster, oh, fuck ... YES! Yesyes.”

She was bouncing on the bed, pushing with her shoulders so she didn’t pull Ken’s dick out.

She wound down quickly. He could hear the vibrator still buzzing, but thought it was a bystander at the moment.

“Oh, that was really nice, baby. I like this toy, it’s fun.”

“For me, too, Emma. It’s like The Greatest Show On Earth, seeing you cum. You’re so much fun to watch.”

She shifted position so that they were more at right angles to each other, and now Ken could push further inside her. Going in deeper made the sensations that much stronger, so it wouldn’t be much longer till he was done.

She still had her leg hooked over behind him, but the changed angle now gave his hand access to her pussy. He reached around her raised leg and stroked her pussy, rolled his fingers over her clitoral hood.

“Ah, really nice, baby, do that.” He continued doing that, and occasionally slapped her cunt with an open hand which made her gasp and say, “Ah!”

“Oh, fuck, Emma, your pussy feels like silk, it’s perfect.”

She had her hand resting on her hip, and as he rubbed her clit he felt that she was still holding the vibrator in her hand. He reached out and took it from her. He pushed the button a couple of times to find another vibration pattern, then found a working position and touched it to her slit.

“Oh! Oh, damn, baby, that’s nice!” She sounded surprised. He slid it up her slit and it rolled over her clit. She cried, “Oh, fuck! Unhh.”

He set up a kind of rhythm. Rub her slit, barely brush her clit, rub her slit, roll it over her clit.

After four iterations, she had her eyes closed and her voice got very tight. “Fuck, so close, don’t tease me, do it.”

Kenny felt like he had just passed the point of no return. It’d just be seconds now, no more than a minute. He ought to warn her, let her know. “Almost there, Emma, really close, help me, baby.”

He was pumping into her hard now, just fucking to get off. The sight of his dick sliding into her marvelous, wet cunt was pushing him over the edge. He took the vibrator, still humming busily, and slid it up her slit one more time, but this time, when it reached her clit, he didn’t toy with it.

He pushed the vibrator right onto her button and pressed, while he pounded her cunt.

“Ah, Christ, here it comes, baby, oh, Jesus, it’s big...” And then he was filling her pussy with his jizz, gasping, calling out her name. He could hear her repeating, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” while her body trembled.

He felt so perfect now that he didn’t want to pull out of her. His dick was almost flaccid, but the connection to her made him feel like he was still floating somewhere above the earth with her.

The decision was made for him when she shifted, and his dick slipped wetly out. He placed his hand on her ass to try to maintain the connection, but even that was spoiled when she said, “I’m leaking. It feels like you dumped a bucket of that stuff in me. Don’t go ‘way.”

He had to smile as he saw her trotting awkwardly toward the bathroom, one hand cupped between her legs to catch the overflow. He stretched and was surprised at how wonderful he felt, not just the afterglow of his recent orgasm, but the thought that they were now a couple, a single entity. She really did make him happy.

He heard the water stop, and in a few moments she came back out. “Damn, Kenny, there was so much of that sticky stuff. It was everywhere. What’s your name for it again?”

“Cum, or jizz sometimes. There’s lots more words for it, but those are the ones I use.”

She moved her lips as she said them to herself. “So. Every morning, huh?”

“Oh, I think so. Until I have to check into a rest home for, well, rest. You wear me out, Emma. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I can think of many worse ways to exhaust myself.”

“I’m hungry. We should get some breakfast. How ‘bout a shower, then some food?”

He agreed that those were both good ideas, and in due course they were dressed and on their way to breakfast. Coffee and blueberry pancakes made his outlook somewhat brighter, and he and Emma reviewed the options for the rest of the day.

“So we agreed to meet Barb and – what’s his name? Oh! – Bob around one thirty to swim, and then maybe we can do something else together, you and I. How about canoeing? I always liked that when I went to summer camp.”

They changed their minds when they took a brief walk after breakfast and found that the boat dock was lightly used at that time of day, so they checked out a canoe and life jackets and paddled all around the lake. Emma was having fun, making a game of flipping the paddle out of the water so it would splash all over him.

They only stayed out a little more than an hour. The sun was getting hot, and they hadn’t brought any sun block, so they returned the canoe. They stopped off at the dining room for a light lunch before heading to the room to change.

Emma went in to the bathroom to wash up and change. Kenny dug his trunks – he almost hadn’t brought them, thinking there wouldn’t be time to use them – out of the bottom of his suitcase and slipped them on. He put on a light sport shirt and found a pair of sandals. Okay, he was ready.

She stepped out of the bathroom wearing her new bathing suit. “What do you think? Okay?”

It was a two-piece suit, but with more coverage than a normal bikini. The top looked more like a sports bra, and the bottom came up over her hips. It was quite – he had to search for the right word – modest, but it still couldn’t hide that gorgeous butt, which was trying to escape.

“It’s lovely, good fit,” he told her noncommittally.

“I’m still a little embarrassed about showing too much of my body in public. Just the way I was brought up. My mother always made sure that I wore only approved bathing suits. Approved by her. They all had little skirts built in so people couldn’t see too much of your figure, and the tops were designed to hide whatever was there. The material was completely opaque even when wet. Like they were for ten-year old girls.

“My girlfriends all had much more form-fitting suits, and a lot of them wore tiny bikinis that made the boys stare. Which was the idea, of course. So it may take me awhile before I can try something more modern. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, Emma. Wear what you feel comfortable in. You’ve got a great body and no bathing suit you wear can ever completely hide it.”

“Are you ready?”

He said yes. She picked up a blanket from the closet, a shirt and a small drawstring bag, and they headed for the elevators.

When they reached the small beach by the lake, she looked around, then smiled. “There they are, over at the end. C’mon.”

They threaded their way through the couples and families enjoying the water. Barb waved as they approached. “There’s room to spread your blanket next to ours. I’ll help.”

Bob was lying on the blanket and said hello. Kenny thought he looked like he’d rather be doing something else, but maybe he wasn’t much of a beach person.

Barb and Emma were doing their best to position the blanket in the breeze that had sprung up and was doing its best to foil them. Barb had on a one-piece suit, but cut high on the hip and low in the chest. It also appeared to be somewhat translucent. He could see her nipples pointing through the fabric, and there was an interesting cameltoe forming.

He wasn’t sure if that was her intent, but that was its effect. He thought it wouldn’t leave much to the imagination if she were to get it wet.

Finally tamed, he and Emma spread their things on the blanket, then she and Barb began chatting across he and Bob as if they weren’t there.

“We’re just along to carry the baggage,” he confided to Bob in an effort to break the ice.

“The beach really isn’t my thing, but Barb likes it. She enjoys the sun and likes getting tanned.”

“We’ll see how it goes. Emma thought we should get out more, be more social. We went canoeing this morning, which was okay.”

“Yeah, maybe not for me. I meant to ask them if they had skeet shooting here, but I forgot. I could be talked into that.”