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Emma and Donald rest well that night, totally sated in all ways by the time they return to their room. The next morning they are up and on the road early as Donald tells Emma they have a long stretch ahead of them today. The drive will be over eight hours.
As it is a long drive today, Donald dresses Emma in pretty pink underwear, shorts, and a polo shirt. He really does prefer her in dresses, but her tan legs and plump ass do look nice in a pair of shorts now and then. Emma in pants he only likes when they play that a particular way.
They drive for a few hours and then Donald is starting to feel the toll of so many days of driving. He sees the notice of a park ahead and pulls off to it for a bit to recharge. The stop is worth it.
They find a nice secluded grassy area under a tree. Donald brings the basket and cooler out, and they spread a blanket to have a picnic.
The sandwiches Dorothy made are still rather fresh in the cooler, and the assortment of fruit just drip with flavor. The homemade baked cookies are a wonderful finish to the meal.
So satisfied they lie back on the blanket content to feel the sun beaming down between the tree branches on them. Emma asks if Donald would like her to drive for a while as he has been doing it all of it so far, and with such a long trek today.
He assures her with a little rest now, he will be fine.
“How much of a rest do you want, sir?” Emma asks him, as her fingers roam up and down his thigh and then his crotch.
“You little minx,” he replies and pulls her to him, so she has a better angle to provide him with the attention she is suggesting.
Suddenly, Donald is pulled into a fantasy from Emma’s soft touch. It is like they are two teens in the backseat at a drive-in. Emma is a sweet young thing, just starting to be willing to explore more. So far he has only been able to get to second base, above her clothes. He so wants to move forward to third, and ultimately a home run.
Tonight, here in the back seat, his pure, innocent, Emmy seems to suddenly want to explore his third base. All the better. He does allow himself to gasp a bit feeling her hand outside his jeans tentatively rubbing him.
Emma looks at him is some surprise at his reaction to a normal thing she has often done to him. But the look on his face, his half-closed eyes tells her that something more is going on.
She leans close to him and kisses his lips, then whispers in his ear, “Are you alright, Donald?”
He hugs her and tells her, “Right now, Emma, be seventeen, your first time ever touching me, or any man. Let me enjoy imagining you exploring as a teen for the first time your teen boyfriend.”
Emma giggles with delight and replies, “Donny, is this how I am supposed to do it?” As she lightly brushes her hand across his covered groin.
Donald moans at her willing acceptance to play this out right now. “Oh Emmie, that is nice, here, let me show you a little more,” Donald replies as he takes her hand in his and runs it back and forth over his growing mound.
“Oh Donnie, how big you are getting,” Emma giggles. And then the real fantasy play begins.
He feels her hand running over his thighs, back to his groin over and over. The feel of his pants tightening around him, holding him in is this delightful sensation.
No, he is not really in jeans, but his shorts are holding him in rather firmly. The stroke of Emmy’s hand outside his pants as he imagines that this is the first time that they have reached this point together is stirring him so.
He runs his hand over her thigh which Emmy sighs about, but when he moves his hand to the front of her pants, she firmly takes it away and places it back on her thigh. This small battle goes on several more times.
Each time Emmy is a little slower at taking his hand away. The next time, when she lets seconds pass before her hand reaches to remove his hand, he is able to allow his fingers to rub over where her mons would be under her shorts.
The next time, he can move a little lower his fingers dipping in between her thighs to stroke against her clothed labia.
All this time Emmy is caressing, cupping and squeezing at his growing manhood. She has even found her way to his balls to cradle them and embrace them.
By now, Emmy is allowing Donny’s hand to stay between her thighs, and she mews as she, for the first time, is feeling someone rub her slit, pressing against the entrance of her vag, and rubbing against her clit.
It is so different and wonderful, feeling this touch through the fabric of her clothes. Donald/Donny is also feeling this different sensation. The fantasy that it is their initial exploring of each other, being able to touch this way for the first time. The naughtiness of them playing this way. Neither of their parents would approve, and both would probably be grounded if discovered. But oh so worth the risk.
The tightness of his jeans is increasing. He feels his shaft compressed against his zipper. Donny unbuttons himself, takes Emmy’s hand, and tries to lead it inside his pants. Emmy resists and instead moves to rub his lower stomach through his t-shirt.
“Emmy, please,” Donny begs her, taking her hand again to move inside his jeans. Again she pulls away to rub his stomach instead, this time at least under his t-shirt. Her fingers over his bare abdomen feel wonderful. Never has Emmy ever touched his flesh under his clothes before.
He tries his luck and moves his hand up under her shirt to feel the softness of her belly for the first time. Emmy whimpers, some in the loss of attention to her crotch which she is coming to enjoy, with the amazement of how she now feels wet in her panties.
She knows she has not peed, but this new sense of sticky wetness in her pussy is so delightful.
But the experience of Donny’s hand rubbing up against her stomach to... oh my, he is squeezing her boobs outside her bra. Oh, closer to her than through her blouse like he did last time feels so much better.
Then he lifts her shirt up to her neck, to gaze at her bare stomach and pretty bra for the first time. He bends and kisses Emmy, which is unique as her shirt now is pressing against his neck as he does, which makes the kiss even sweeter.
He moves down and kisses her breasts outside her bra while Emmy moans as he does. Then Donny lifts her bra up to reveal her lovely nipples and tits for his view.
He sighs deeply at the sight.
Emmy starts saying, “No, Donny, you can’t.” But when he lowers his lips and takes one nipple in to suck on, as his hand moves back to caress her pussy outside her shorts, it turns to, “Oh, Donny.”
He knows he has claimed her as his bounty, to do with more or less as he likes.
With his other hand, he firmly takes her hand again and presses it down inside his jeans. He allows her to stay outside of his underwear, for now, but oh, to feel her fingers run over his glans and shaft, so close is unimaginable.
He unzips his pants, to allow Emmy’s hand better access to his shaft and balls. She acts hesitant, just as he desires her to. But he is pressing her fingers down. She stays outside his underwear as she does allow him to push her hand down into this cave to explore.
Emma finds herself entering this same fantasy and imagines she actually is getting to be with a boy in the backseat at a drive-in when she is in her teens. Just the idea of that, almost seeing the movie playing in front of them on the large screen, the tinny voices of dialog coming through the amp clipped to the front window, makes her drip more and start to throb.
How Donald can suggest places to take her to. All, whether he realizes it or not, helping her live so much that she never got to before.
Donny is silently teaching Emmy how to stroke his cock to jerk him off and squeeze his balls, his hand over hers. Once she squeezes his balls a little hard, and he winces in slight pain. “Emmy’s those are very delicate, and you need to be careful how you play with them,” he tells her sweetly.
They kiss, and Emma pumps his cock inside his pants, but outside his underwear. To Donald this in extremely arousing. And while he would never confess this to Emma, trying to appear more worldly than her, he had never experienced this adolescence ritual himself, so it is so intoxicating to be fantasizing about it now.
Donald kisses Emma deeply, then again taking her hand, leads it inside his underwear to be grasping his cock full on. Ooh, the first touch on it, uncovered sends rushes cascading through him. It is like the first time that his cock has ever been touched besides by himself.
He cries out some, and a good bit of precum escapes. It amazes Donald that here under a tree now ay almost fifty-years-old, he can be truly experiencing the sensation of being a teenager getting jerked by a girl for the first time.
Emmy is surprised at the drippings from the slit in the head of Donny’s penis. She had heard about this in health class, but it is different to see it happen in real life. She tentatively touches the sticky wetness and rubs in down over Donny’s glans and shaft. It gives a nice lubricant to jerk his shaft up and down with.
Donald needs to control himself, but the teen boy here now is so sensitive to every touch, tickle, caress he is getting that he knows he will soon spill out. As much as he wants to hold back.
Donny is so proud of himself that he is firmly on second base with Emmy now. But she somehow is fully on third base. He wants to be there also so together they can make a run for home plate. Not tonight, but to have the players trained and ready for the next series.
Feeling Emmy’s hand squeezing his bat tightly, running up and down the length of it trying to find the best grip to hold it with to knock the ball out of the park, is too much for Donny, and his wad flies out of him, up over the wall it almost seems. He can hear the roar of the crowd going wild at this momentous event.
He grabs his handkerchief and wipes away his spewed seed. Then turns to Emmy and kisses her long and hard. “Please Emmy,” Donny says as he again slides his hand into her waistband. “Please, let me.”
Emma sighs contently, as the feeling Donny has been arousing in her is so exotic and wonderful she does want to feel more of his touch. Just as Emmy knows she will now want to often touch Donny unclothed, down there.
She spread her legs and signs expressing her willingness, and Donny’s hand is down inside her shorts, but on the outside of her panties for now. His fingers feel the sticky wetness dripping through her panties as he runs them up and down her slit.
Emmy cries out in delight.
The scene on the movie screen turns very dark, and Donny feels this is the sign for him to go forward. He fumbles to undo Emmy’s shorts and opens them some. His fingers caress the top of her mons around her panty elastic and then he takes the plunge.
He is there! He makes it to the promised land. Oh, the joy of feeling a female’s anatomy for the first time, uninhibited. Yes, the damp pasty fluid seems to just stream out of Emmy giving off this aphrodisiac scent. Donny so wants to taste it to know its flavor. Does he dare?
He scoops up fingerfuls of Emmy’s love paste and draws them to his mouth. Emmy watches in wonder as he licks his fingers clean before dipping them back down into her treasure cove again.
“You taste, and feel wonderful Emmy,” Donny tells her. He concentrates on remembering what he learned in health class about the important places to touch to please a woman.
Emmy is rewarded by his attention to his lessons. She feels two of his fingers shyly exploring the entrance to her woman cave, treading in carefully, almost timidly, but once through the entrance, becoming bolder, dancing around in this new playground Donny has found.
He soon finds and is bumping against her g-spot, spot on. Oh, the sounds escaping Emmy as she feels this happening.
And Emma, so also in the role now, is overcome with lust as Donald is expertly touching the exact spot to create such a response. She knows she is soon going to cum herself. She is panting heavily now.
Donny moves his thumb to search for Emmy’s clit that he remembers from his studies is one of the keys to open a woman fully. Emma feels him circling it over and over, and then seeming to hone in on his target, he begins to buff it as he continues to press her inner magic spot.
It takes no time now for Emmy, and Emma, to explode. Her hold body visibly shaking as he can feel her throbbing tightly against his fingers, and her juices almost spurt from her.
Emma has never cum this hard before. Not with this much liquid flowing from her. Donald is amazed by the reaction their fantasy play is making on each of them. He brings his now semi-dry, and semi-stiff, handkerchief and wipes her as best he can. The back of her shorts are a bit soaked as he has been playing inside them rather than taking them down.
Donald tells her to sit tight. He stands, tucks himself back in, and hurries to the trunk to get a new pair of shorts and panties. Then as Emma lays on her back, he lifts her legs and pulls the sodden items off her, wipes her some more, and then pull on the new panties and shorts, lifting her ass in the process to pull them up under her.
Zipping her up, then just patting at Emma’s crotch, Donald laughs and tells her she is now all cleaned up. Emma just smiles up at him.
At this point, Donald knows they need to get back on the road, but he is still feeling worn out, so he asks Emma if she would be up to driving for a while. She readily agrees to, and they are soon back on the road.
Donald, with his head back and eyes closed, is in a somewhat twilight sleep. Emma has her eyes on the road, though her right hand occasionally reaching over to caress Donald’s thigh. Such attention does cause some wonderful near-dreams to run through Donald’s mind as they drive along.
Both of their thoughts linger back to the play they just engaged in. It is so marvelous to imagine them together, young, for that first, discovering each other with so much anticipation of what will be ahead.
*
Later that evening, in the hotel room, Emma gazes out the window and sees a young man in his late teens sitting on a trampoline near the pool. She watches him as he talks on his cell phone to someone. When he hangs up his phone, he jumps up with it in his hand and begins to bounce over and over with glee, his arms raised, fist clenched in a victory dance. Higher and higher, flipping once, twice, three times. Emma laughs with joy as she realizes that the young man had to have been in a conversation with a girl, and she has agreed to go on a date with him.
Tears of pleasure run down Emma’s face as she thinks about the sheer delight the young guy is experiencing in anticipation of what might be. The uninhibited release of such satisfaction that for this moment, he has won the prize, the total victory he was striving for.
The radiant look of happiness on his face as he jumps and cries out in joy over such a small thing, but such a major thing for him at this point in his life.
Later that night before sleeping she tells Donald about what she observed, and he holds her tight telling her that yes, it sounds like the start of something which will be possibly wonderful for the young man. But at that point, just the expectation of what might be could be an even greater thrill for him.
Donald sighs some thinking about what had transpired between them this afternoon and can so relate to the trampoline jumper in the self-satisfaction that he will have a date with the girl of his dreams.
*
The next morning, Donald and Emma are up at nine o’clock. Bathed, dressed, and packed up by ten. Yesterday while she was driving, Emma saw some signs on the way into to Atlanta, Georgia for some orchards just outside the city, on the route they will take home.
Over breakfast, Emma suggests they stop at one to get some fruit and pecans. She tells Donald that her grandmother had a wonderful, secret recipe for making whiskey-soaked pecans. She only got to eat a few of them growing up, and only once on her eighteenth birthday in a wonderful whiskey drink. She would like to try it again. Plus, those soaked pecans did make the best pecan pie.
Donald is all in for this idea. The possibility of what their harvest could produce edges him on to make this happen. There would be time to stop and pick some pecans and still get back home by evening.
So off to the orchard they go. There, they chose to pick the pecans themselves. The nuts are just starting to ripen and fall from the trees. The owners directed them towards the back of the orchard where the trees were, explaining they had just mowed under the trees the day before, so picking the ripened nuts off the ground should be easy.
Donald and Emma follow the path as they are directed and spend about an hour harvesting a couple of bushels of pecans. They will have to shell them all at home, but the thought of the fresh, raw, pecans for them to enjoy right off the tree, and how Emma describes the things she can make with them, gives them so much incentive.
As they finish, Emma stands looking up at the tree with a different expression on her face. Donald asks what she is thinking.
Emma tells him that the lower branches are not that high up, and she has never climbed a tree or even sat on a branch. Donald chuckles a little and tells her they will resolve that right away. Lifting her up, over his shoulders to place her on the branch of the pecan tree.
Emma giggles with delight, here she is a forty-plus woman sitting in a tree for the first time. She feels so free and happy.
And then something overcomes her.
Emma leans back and dangles by her knees from the tree branch. Looking at the world from this viewpoint is so different and satisfying.
Donald, concerned runs around the tree to stand in front of her hanging torso. She laughs with glee seeing him this way.
“Donald, come here,” Emma beckons him.
He steps close to her hanging and is very surprised when she unzips his pants and pushes them and his underwear down.
She is hanging at the perfect level. She lifts Donald’s shaft up to her lips and takes his glans into her mouth to enjoy. Donald is astonished at what is happening to him, but the first touch of her tongue on the back of his shaft hardens him immediately.
‘What is this woman doing to him, and how can she be so sexually charged?’ Donald wonders as he enjoys ever lick and suck being given. Being done as Emma is hanging down from the tree branch!
Then Donald does focus some and sees that Emma’s dress is flipped down, being held by her armpits covering her some as she sucks him. Her pussy is in front of his face, almost winking at him.
This morning he had dressed Emma in very skimpy thong panties. The small ‘V’ over her pussy barely covered it. And now that is on full display seeming to be begging for attention.
Donald does not need any more incentive as he feels himself throbbing and shaking from Emma’s mouth service a bit below.
He pushes the sheer fabric to the side and descends on Emma’s cunt. So wet and waiting for him. Emma lets out a gasp of surprise when she feels his lips on her for this first time. The gasp and aftereffects do cause her to bite his shaft just a bit. Not too much, but enough for Donald to join in her gasp.
This unique and never would have been thought of position. Emma hanging down from a branch, upside-down, sucking at Donald’s cock. He leaning in to pleasure her pussy dangling in front of him is so new and original.
In a word, it is almost perfect. (Perfect being only when Donald is fully up in Emma as they both throb and shake). But this is subliminal for them both.
They can not keep their lips and mouths off each other. In this gymnastic venture, they are both being so satisfied, as they quench each other’s need.
Who could ever believe that a lonely pecan tree could offer such sexual delights?
Emma thinks of this as she hangs from its limb and hopes that the tree is also enjoying the euphoria that is now happening.
She pulls Donald closer and closer to her to take more of his cock into her mouth to suck and pleasure. The result of pulling him closer to experience this is that he is in such intimate contact with Emma’s dripping slit, clit, and vag. All calling to him to come please her today.
Which he is more than willing to do as he feels his prick enlarging and pulsating within Emma’s mouth. Oh, his second favorite place for his dick to be. If he cannot be up deep in Emma’s vag, then here in her mouth as it licks and sucks him is his second heaven.
Their hanging, oral sexual play continues for a while. Emma can spread her legs on the tree branch enough for Donald to have full access, with panties pushed aside, to Emma’s cunt.
Emma sucking and hand playing with Donald’s prick as she hangs from the tree makes both of them move from being horny to at the brink of sexual explosion.
Donald thinks, ‘If Emma presses her tongue against the back of my shaft there, below my glans, one more time I will not be able to hold back.’
While Emma at the same moment is thinking, ‘If Donald even licks the tip of my clit again, it is all over for me.’
And so, each unknowingly does exactly what the other needs. Emma’s tongue pressing at that perfect spot for Donald; Donald whisking over Emma’s clit perfectly; they both cry out in unison exclaiming their momentary joy.
It takes a few minutes for them to compose themselves, Donald lifts Emma down from the tree. They mentally shake off what they just experienced while physically dusting off the leaves. Each hoist one of the bushels and both on shaky legs, move towards the stand to pay for what they have picked.
Back in the car, Donald starts on the last leg of the journey back home. Both are so quiet, trying to resolve what just happened between them in the orchard. And both, individually wonder.
Once again, they have stepped over a line, finding this new and erotic adventure to delve into. It really wasn’t anything that extreme which happened in the orchard, but they keep pushing the boundaries some. How far would they go before perhaps destroying everything?
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