The day she'd waited for her entire life had finally arrived. She was younger when her sisters had their day, though she remembered it clearly. They all seemed as excited, anxious and happy as she was right now. She woke up early but knew better than to awaken her sleeping mother so she kept quiet and, still in her camisole and panties, snuck downstairs to make her breakfast. She admired the sun rising through the floor to ceiling windows as and ended up eating outside on the porch. She looked over the wide expanse of land and stretched her arms skyward. Today was the beginning of the rest of her life. The wind and the chill dimpled her bared skin but she resisted going inside. She'd rather have time to enjoy this moment alone.
Save for times like these, there was rarely any quiet in her home. Growing up with three older sisters and parades of people coming in and out of her home she was used to doing without privacy. That would all change soon. Come today, her mother said, she was an adult and must find the right man to make into a husband. Her eyes widened at the thought.
All but her oldest sister had moved out. They all lived happily and comfortably with their respective husbands, enjoying the pleasures of being a wife to a man they felt suited them perfectly. Theresa, the oldest, lived in the two bedroom home at the edge of their property closer to the beach. Though they visited often and they shared dinners together regularly, they lived their own lives and Emily found herself growing jealous whenever she saw the contented look on the older woman's face.
Her mother joined her just as she was finished her second cup of cappuccino. She was a tall woman, a former model coming from good stock. Her breeding, like her daughters' was impeccable. She thought it important that women of their standing conduct themselves in the best manner, at least in public. Her full lips frowned upon seeing her daughter barely dressed in the cold morning air. Threatening to cancel their plans if she didn't do as she said, she rushed her inside. As she began preparing her meal, she ordered her daughter to shower and ready herself for what could be a long day ahead.
Bounding up the stairs, Emily knew her mom would never call off their plans. Years ago she had gone through the same anticipation and knew how important it was to her. She had chosen wisely, as evidenced by her father, a loving, kind and loyal man that would sever his right hand if his lovely wife ever asked it of him. She knew she had been through a lot to prepare for this day. The confining expectations of private boarding schools, rigorous hours of study, classes on the weekends and every summer to teach her the finer points of life; etiquette, ballroom dancing, ballet, sailing and even horseback riding. In her nineteen years she never met a worldlier peer. She had learned German along the Rhine, dove for oysters off Greece and spent days on the beaches of Italy.
Despite her schedule, what looked back at her from the mirror was a woman just coming into her burgeoning womanhood. With fog quickly clouding the mirror she observed her athletic form and lush skin. Her only complaint was her legs. She felt they were too long, coming together to make her hips that much wider. Though her body was taut, she felt this was an imperfection. She would much rather prefer gentler legs than the long, muscular ones she possessed.
She tarried in the shower, enjoying the feeling of the heavy steam awakening her chilled body. When she finished she realized it would soon be late morning.
Her mother was downstairs casually reading that day's real estate section and almost laughed when she saw the anxiety in her daughter's face.
"No need to look at me like that. We've got all day and all of tomorrow should we need it." Her daughter grabbed her handbag and car keys, quickly pushing them into her hand. "Besides, you're the one that's late, not me. I've been ready for an hour now."
They drove alone the beach, Emily in the passenger side with the top down as her mother exalted in the feel of her red hair blowing freely in the wind. Many men lined the beaches and Emily found several good specimens. Some played volleyball; others sat on their blankets casually sharing lunch with their bodies. A few lay on their towels allowing her the best few as they attempted to garner a tan from the sun's rays. Most of them were pleasing; well cared for bodies with athletic legs, firm chests and rounded bottoms but none seemed to have that spark she looked for.
The two women sat in the car looking out on the beach from the parking lot. As they watched the mostly male crowds they talked about men. Theresa related how she met her husband at this very spot, as did Emily's three older sisters. It was decided to be the most likely spot to find a candidate that fits what they're looking for as the church and university, two previous spots, had lacked the number of single men with the character they sought.
Finally, as the day turned slowly into evening, Emily noticed one man that arrived late. He carried a cooler and seemed to trail his four friends that happily threw a football between them. She alerted her mother to the man and she agreed with her. Strong arms, good physique, attractive face, tight butt, physically he seemed to be everything they could want. Emily began taking off her shirt to display the string bikini hidden below but her mother stopped her.
"You know the rules. Let me go first."
She sighed and relented, having long ago learned her mother does know best.
Theresa unbuttoned and pulled her shirt off, displaying healthy full breasts hugged tightly by sports bra and just as quickly skimmed her skirt down her sculpted thighs. Wearing only a pair of sandals, a modest pair of hip hugger jogging shorts and the sports bra, she exited the car and approached the lad.
She appeared behind him and for a moment she was able to appraise him more closely. Her daughter was right. He was a fine physical specimen. She could see his slightly bronzed skin and the light muscles that flowed beneath it. He had a swimmer's build though his arms were thicker and more powerful than she at first expected.
He turned quickly, almost bumping into her and apologized.
She smiled and made a show of looking him up and down. He did the same to her, though more bluntly.
She smirked and took him by the hand, leading him away from his friends. Leaving the cooler behind she walked him to the car. Emily followed tradition and disappeared. This gave her more time to update the lad on his predicament. He most likely thought he was being taken home by a lonely middle aged woman that desired nothing more than something carnal and though he wasn't far off, what was actually taking place was almost completely the opposite.
