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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Eight {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Eight {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 48 of 50
Keywords: FFF
Short Summary: Emma lives in Sunbury, a naturist resort


Emma
====

Summary of whole novel
======================

Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working as she does 
for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is she a stranger 
to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, in almost 
every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story of how 
she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Previously
==========

Emma's young lover, Maisie, leaves her for Emma's other lover. Charlotte
and Josephine persuade her to leave to live in Sunbury.


Chapter Forty Eight
===================


Sunbury hadn't always been a naturist resort. For most of its history it 
had been a fishing village, blessed with a beautiful bay at the foot of 
some hills, with a small pier and a few dozen cottages. However, 
exhaustive fishing brought a collapse to the village's economy, and its 
secluded and relatively remote location made it an ideal place to 
satisfy the growing market for naturism and other related nature-
loving lifestyles. It was now quite a reasonable sized town, dotted with 
a dozen or more hotels and lodging houses, a seasonably busy 
shopping area and many new entertainment industries. The dock that 
had once been the home for the fishing boats was now the permanent 
home for several yachts and motor boats. Emma drove into the town, 
found a small flat to stay in overlooking the sea, and after unpacking 
her car set out to look for work in the shops, restaurants, caf,s and 
hotels of the town.

She felt immediately better when she arrived. It may have been the 
invigorating sea air, or the beautiful view over the bay to the small 
boats bobbing about on the dark green sea, or just that she was so far 
away from home and reminders of Maisie. It may have been the 
delight of staying in a place where almost everyone was naked like 
her. She enjoyed the relatively unfamiliar feel of the warm sea air on 
her bare flesh. She loved the fact that she was one of many people who 
were in the nude, and would almost certainly meet others who had 
similar opinions and views on naturism as herself. 

She walked along the pavement, idly pausing to look in the windows 
of the shops looking for a sign that advertised for workers. She didn't 
mind where she worked. She could work anywhere: the main thing 
was to find something which would occupy her while she was in 
Sunbury. A strange cheerfulness uplifted her as she walked past men 
and women naked like herself who did not stare at her or make low-
voiced comments to each other. She smiled to herself, the world and 
her reflection in the shop windows.

It was in a small health food caf, that she eventually found work. It 
was towards the end of the Sunbury high street, just opposite a 
hairdresser and between a hat shop and a shop selling paintings by 
local naturist artists. The owner of the caf, was a small quite plump 
woman with very full round breasts and a disarming grin. She was 
delighted in the fact of Emma's long-term commitment to 
vegetarianism and all healthy foods. She quickly judged from Emma's 
smart appearance and her intelligence that she was eminently 
presentable and quite capable in the role of waitress. She didn't even 
have to remind Emma of the unfortunate consequences of spilling hot 
tea on herself when there was no apron or other clothes to protect her 
skin. She willingly presented Emma with the small folded linen hat 
which denoted that she was a waitress, and was quite happy that she 
could start straight away. 

"I'm always short of good waitresses," she confessed. "It's not the sort 
of job people ever choose to make a career out of."

Emma soon settled into her new role, quite happy in a position with no 
great responsibilities and with absolutely no stress. She was busy 
when the caf, was busy, and able to relax with a magazine or 
newspaper when it was quiet. It was a delight to continue working in 
the nude, and to be surrounded by others similarly undressed. She 
particularly enjoyed the fact that from when she woke up to when she 
went to bed, she didn't need to wear a stitch of clothing. Her paltry 
selection of tee-shirts and dresses remained packed in her suitcases 
exactly as they were when she'd left her home in the care of Charlotte 
and Josephine.

As a single girl she quite naturally attracted the attention of the single 
men who were on holiday, but she shrugged off their advances with 
the same nonchalance and lack of interest she always had. Her serious 
demeanour was quite enough in most cases to make it fairly clear to 
them that she was a girl who meant pretty much what she said. Even 
those who were more persistent resigned themselves fairly soon to 
brief uncomplicated conversation as she took their orders and hurried 
back from the kitchen with their tea and scones.

She also came to realise that most people she saw were only in 
Sunbury for a short while, and that every week or fortnight the regular 
visitors were replaced by another set who saw her with fresh eyes. Her 
practised eye soon became aware of the attraction that one of the 
regular visitors felt towards her. Beatrice was a slim woman, slightly 
older than herself, naked like everyone else except for a pair of steel-
rimmed glasses and who always carried a paperback novel around 
with her. Her straight dark brown hair fell onto her shoulders and 
behind the concave lenses of her spectacles were a pair of sparkling 
light green eyes. She had a tell-tale awkwardness and a shy laugh 
which betrayed to Emma the nature of Beatrice's feelings towards her. 
It was fairly easy for Emma to convert a conversation about the 
relative merits of Dosto0/00vsky and Turgenev to a night out together 
after she'd finished work in one of Sunbury's quieter restaurants.

Emma was pleased that Beatrice had never heard of her work with 
Harlot TV. Indeed, Emma was sure that those who did recognise her 
as a one-time television presenter and spokesperson did not believe 
that she was really the same person as the waitress she now was in the 
Chestnut Tree Caf,. Several people had commented on her 
resemblance, but her remark that this was something that many others 
had spotted before was sufficient for them to be sure that this was 
merely superficial and not at all substantial. Emma ensured that her 
conversation with Beatrice remained focused on abstract issues or on 
Beatrice herself. She worked as a librarian in a small town. She knew 
nobody who shared her passion for naturism, and so it was only on 
holidays such as this that she felt able to present herself to the world in 
her true colours.

After a couple of glasses of Chardonnay in the Montpellier wine bar, 
Emma easily persuaded Beatrice back to her flat, knowing perhaps 
better than the librarian herself how the evening would turn out. 
Indeed, Beatrice was quite startled when Emma's lips pressed to her 
and her arms clasped the girl to her breast. Within minutes, the two 
girls were laid out on the double-bed that dominated the bedroom, 
their faces close together and Beatrice's spectacles discreetly placed 
on the bedside cabinet. It was glorious to once again taste a fresh 
vagina on her tongue, to feel a different set of breasts: these ones small 
and perky, and a slim waist that merged into her narrow hips and tight 
bottom. 

Beatrice was not an expert lover. In fact, Emma was sure she had 
enjoyed very little passion with any women before, but she was careful 
to avoid any questions on her earlier love-life. It was better somehow 
not to know. It was far better just to enjoy Beatrice as she was, using 
her fingers to bring the nervous girl to spasms of orgasmic ecstasy, 
and careful also not to frighten her with any of Emma's rougher tastes 
in lovemaking. Beatrice tried her best to respond like with like. She 
greedily gobbled away at Emma's clitoris, her long slim tongue 
probing the folds beneath the dark brown hair of her crotch, while 
Emma below parted her vagina and pushed her fingers in and out of its 
depths. However, she resisted the urge to probe a finger into the tight 
puckered anus. That was for another night.

Beatrice discharged herself from her hotel and stayed in Emma's flat 
for the duration of her holiday, declaring so many times that this was 
the best holiday she had ever had. Emma could see that Beatrice was 
falling in love with her, so she resisted any opportunity for 
conversation to take too personal a tone. Making love was one thing. 
Being in love was another. She enjoyed Beatrice for her body and her 
company, but she was still in love with Maisie and she was just not 
ready yet to become committed to anyone else. Furthermore, she 
doubted whether Beatrice would enjoy the company of her friends. 
And she was sure she wouldn't really approve of the nature of the 
employment most of them were engaged in.

As the days went by, Maisie became a more distant memory. 
Occasionally, she found her thoughts drifting back to the girl and their 
life together. Every time she saw a girl in the streets with long curly 
hair. Every time she reflected on her life before she came to Sunbury. 
Every time when the relative inexperience of Beatrice's caresses and 
gropings reawoke a memory of the earlier days of her lovemaking with 
Maisie. Her life was nevertheless mostly quite contented. She worked 
all day in the caf,, she spent pleasant evenings at her flat or in the 
town of Sunbury with Beatrice. They would walk together, hand in 
hand, along the sandy beach or the promenade. And on Emma's days 
off, walk off together through the woods and countryside around 
Sunbury, often straying dangerously close towards the textile world 
beyond. Beatrice's warm hand in her hand, or her fingers on her 
crotch, were thoroughly agreeable distractions. And it was a pleasure 
too, to converse on their shared views on the merits of nudity, 
vegetarianism and, quite curiously, a shared passion for twentieth 
century poets like T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. 

They would lie together on the grass, in the hills high above the busy 
town below, idly discoursing until, inevitably, lust got the better of 
one or the other of them and the two would once again become a 
writhing entwined body of one flesh, the sun beating on them from 
above and the grass prodding and poking into the crevices of their 
flesh from below. Emma didn't care, unlike Beatrice, if ever anyone 
passed by and saw the girls making love together. These moments of 
outdoor lovemaking were too precious to interrupt for the sensibility 
of people and their children, who in any case would be seeing no more 
flesh than they themselves were displaying.

Emma was genuinely sad to see Beatrice leave after her holiday 
romance to return to the Lower Bridlington Public Library, although 
clearly not as sad as Beatrice as she left in clothes that had been 
unworn all the time they'd been together. They exchanged addresses 
and agreed to write, but Emma knew there was no future in their love 
affair. She returned to the bed which was once again hers and hers 
alone, a fresh gap in her life as she missed the comfort of her lover.

She wasn't to remain alone for long, as now it was clear to others in 
Sunbury where her tastes in love lay, she attracted the attention of 
others who shared her predilections. She was soon sharing her bed 
with Petula, a short-haired slim girl barely much more than five feet 
tall who worked in the Montpellier wine bar. It may well have been 
her gamin-like appearance which attracted Emma, who still measured 
her lovers against her beloved Maisie.

Petula was a far less serious girl than Beatrice, but not one nearly as 
promiscuous as Emma's friends in the city. Emma chose not to 
disabuse the girl of her own opinion of how adventurous her 
lovemaking was, although she felt freer to indulge in her rougher 
sexual practices, which at first alarmed the girl but to which she soon 
became more enthusiastic. Indeed, she came to view the bruises that 
were concomitant with a passionate night spent together with a kind of 
pride. They were evidence to anyone who cared to know that she had a 
truly passionate sexual relationship. Although Emma missed the 
conversations on literature and the arts she had so much enjoyed with 
Beatrice, Petula's passion and desire more than compensated. 
Furthermore, she was substantially more mature than Maisie, which at 
first Emma viewed as a vice but soon came to see as a virtue. But not 
so mature that she was not attracted to the one night club which 
Sunbury boasted in the basement of the Bel Soleil, the largest hotel in 
the resort.

Emma had never been much of a clubber. Those times she had gone to 
a night club in the city with Maisie on the girl's insistence had not 
been especially pleasant for her. The music was too loud and she 
found the music more headache- rather than ecstasy-inducing. 
However, the Chemise was not as unpleasant to Emma as those she'd 
been to before, mostly for the reasons which earned Petula's contempt. 
The music wasn't quite as ear-shattering and she was able to discern 
tunes which she'd enjoyed listening to on the radio. It was also 
pleasant to be in a place where nudity was the rule and no one stared at 
her in that peculiar way they did when she attired herself as she felt 
most comfortable back home. She even assented to dancing with 
Petula even though she invariably found most danceable those very 
tunes which Emma liked the least. However, as she gyrated woodenly 
around her much more excitable lover, she began to appreciate more 
clearly the patterns and rhythms in the general muddle of sound. She 
might not actually want to buy these records herself, but she could see 
more of their merit in the bright lights and swooping shadows of the 
dance floor.

During such nights, Petula's passion rose to new heights, barely able 
to keep her hands or tongue off Emma's body whether they were on 
the dance floor or sitting on the margins of it with glasses of wine or 
mineral water. And when they returned to Emma's flat, the sheets 
were soon damp with the mutual sweat and juice of their shared 
passion, occasionally bringing even Emma to orgasmic gasps which 
she'd thought she'd never experience again.

Emma's misery at the loss of Maisie soon vanished altogether. She 
knew that she was cured when one morning she awoke early, the rays 
of the morning sun flooding through the window and lighting up 
Petula's huddled form squeezed against her. She gazed at her lover, 
her face wreathed in a smile even in her sleep, and felt her heart lift 
inside her as she reflected that Petula was hers to enjoy and 
remembered the girl's passion of the night before. She felt a smile 
break across her face: quite a new sensation when she was not being 
observed. And feeling the smile, she felt as if a great weight had 
suddenly been dispelled. There wasn't a tinge of regret in her that 
Petula wasn't Maisie. She genuinely loved the girl for what she was, 
and not what she reminded her of.

She leaned over and eased her hand down between Petula's thighs to 
the girl's vagina. So moist and so warm! She ran her hands through 
the curled hair which was packed so tightly into a triangle. And then 
kissed Petula tenderly on the forehead. Petula stirred, looked up at her 
lover and her smile broadened to reveal her slightly crooked teeth 
between her full lips. She sighed long and low, as the two girls 
followed the rhythm and pattern of their sensual passion and were 
soon wrapped together, crotch pressed against crotch, face firmly 
against face, arms around each other, Petula's hands threaded through 
Emma's hair and Emma's hands cupped against the nape of Petula's 
neck. 

Emma knew that the passion that accompanied the subsequent 
lovemaking was due as much to her relief that she no longer mourned 
her separation from Maisie as for her feelings for Petula. She also 
knew that Petula knew nothing of her thoughts. One thing she had 
been careful to avoid discussing with her was her life before living in 
Sunbury. She also knew that Petula recognised a new kind of 
reciprocity in Emma's feelings for her, the previous lack of which had 
caused her so much unspoken grief, and now with it there brought her 
to orgasm after orgasm that melted her body into Emma's own, shook 
through her limbs like spasms of electricity and triggered emissions of 
fluid from between her legs that both frightened and delighted her. 

Emma was cured. She could now face the world with fresh 
confidence. Her love for Maisie was now gone like an illness, and she 
was more than ready for a fresh infestation.



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