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Marthas Diary 1

Marthas Diary 1

by sunrisehaw
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Thursday, June 15, 1897

Yesterday was my 60th birthday and Jasper has given me the best birthday in my life. We were kids again and that was amazing. It doesn't seem possible that I'm so old, even though I'm often accused of being ten years younger.

This week started with Jasper surprising me by packing a carpet bag with clothes and hitching up the team, before announcing we were going to see the Pacific Ocean on Monday morning. I was thrilled and the trip down the river to Portland was more exciting than normal.

In Portland, we transferred to a different boat to travel to Astoria. I had dreamed of seeing the western sea since we had settled on Mt. Hood. We docked in Astoria and the smell of the sea air teased me as we were still on the Columbia river.

Jasper had made all the arrangements, and we transferred our carpet bag to a one-horse buggy and went west around the hill that dominated Astoria. Then we turned south as we caught our first glimpse of the ocean. I must have seemed like a child the way I leaned out of the buggy as if that would let me see the distant waves better.

We went several miles down the coast until Jasper turned the buggy west into a grove of wind-groomed trees. There he unharnessed the horse and put some hay in front of the animal. Then he took my hand and led me through the sand to a rise, revealing the endless expanse of the Pacific before us.

I ran to the water's edge and lifting my dress, let a wave rush over my feet and splash up my ankles. The feeling of the cold water surrounding my feet and then to feel the sand beneath my feet move with the water was unexpected and magnificent.

I'm not sure how long I splashed in the waves, but when I turned to see my smiling husband, my dress was soaked above my knees. I am such a lucky woman to have such a caring and handsome husband. Jasper has aged like fine wine, his hair has thinned and turned gray, but he remains slim and as strong as ever.

Jasper and I walked down the beach and then as the sun was low on the horizon, we returned to the buggy. I discovered that Jasper had a tent in the buggy and set it up at the edge of the sandy dunes. He started a fire and when it was burning well, he led me to the rise. We sat on a blanket and watched the sun sink slowly into the sea.

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Watching the fiery colors of reds and oranges spread across the sky provided the conclusion of a truly delightful day. Holding hands while the brilliant colors grew more vivid and then slowly faded as night claimed the sky was the perfect ending to the day.

That night, sleeping in our tent, listening to the subdued roar of the surf while safe in the arms of my husband made me shed a few tears of joy. I'm not sure when I fell asleep to the sound of Jasper's light snoring and the waves lapping on the shore.

The next morning, Jasper and I made a large breakfast and then took off walking south on the beach. We explored tide pools when we came upon rocky sections along the beach. We walked until we decided to stop for a lunch break.

Following our simple meal of sandwiches, we stretched out in the sand and napped in the warm sunshine. When we woke, we meandered our way back to our camp, enjoying the cries of the gulls. Arriving back at the camp in late afternoon, Jasper and I fixed a dinner over the campfire.

That evening, we walked to the shoreline and sat on a debarked log, to watch the sunset. The joy of witnessing the western sky inflamed with color from within the loving arms of my husband was indescribable.

As the night deepened, we retired to our blankets within our canvas tent. We quickly fell asleep, and we slept until well after daybreak as a result of our long walk.

Awakening under warm blankets with Jasper cuddling close is the ideal way I would choose to wake every day, and it was a perfect way to start my birthday. I nudged him awake and we listened to the sound of the surf and gulls starting the new day.

After a hearty breakfast, we walked north to see what new sight awaited us. Walking hand in hand, laughing and sharing was so perfect. We ate the light lunch we had packed, and following our meal, I encouraged Jasper to turn back towards camp.

On the way I mentioned that I'd like a green gown and Jasper smiled as he knew I wasn't wanting clothes. As we came up to our camp, we both were looking about to see if we were still alone on the beach. Seeing no one, I kissed my man.

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Stepping back, I shed my dress in the hot sunshine. I then stopped Jasper from taking his shirt off, and slowly unbuttoned it myself. I slid it off his broad shoulders, and then stepping back so he could watch, I removed the next layer and soon stood bare before my love.

I moved close to him and removed his clothing using all the restraint that I had. I was pleased that his manhood was rigid as occasionally it disappointed Jasper. We spread a blanket on the sand, and I asked Jasper to lay down.

I sat down on his upper chest and looked into his grinning face. Then like a wanton woman I positioned myself so that his tongue could lick my womanhood. Those sensations led to waves of pleasure cascading through my body. I felt his hands grip my ass and his tongue sent me to heavenly bliss.

I'm not sure how long Jasper pleasured me with his mouth, but there came a moment where I wanted him inside me. I moved down his body and slowly guided him to the opening of my womanhood.

I sank down on his hardness and the feeling was indescribably wonderful. I shuddered and shook as each wave of pleasure swept through me, and when Jasper filled my womb with his hot seed, I screamed a primal cry as the biggest wave roared through me.

I fell forward and lay on my man, exhausted and satiated. We didn't dress for at least half an hour. The incentive to get dressed was the sound of voices down the beach. It was a couple of young women, who when they blushed, made me wonder if they had seen us. However, even if they had, I didn't care.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing and enjoying each other's company. What a wonderful birthday present Jasper gave me.

I suppose I should tear these pages out and burn them. Perhaps tomorrow.

The young woman put the diary down and thought to herself, "I never thought of my great-grandmother in this way. Maybe I can find my Jasper someday since I carry her name."

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