The next morning. The wakeup call came early, at 8AM. So much to do still, and time was short. Sara and Daniel were slow to rise, but they knew they had to get going if they wanted to enjoy more of the Eternal City before they had to get ready for their date with Lena, the stunningly beautiful blond desk clerk who'd approached Sara the day before in the salon.
They showered separately, so as not to tempt each other. They wanted to save time, and to save energy. Daniel had to be honest with himself; as well as he was functioning sexually these last few weeks and months, he was still approaching 50, and was not exactly an 18 year old. As much as he was so easily aroused, he still had limited resources. Of course, the flip side was he had much better skills and stamina than most young men, and knew more than any 18 year old boy could about pleasing a woman. Age has its pluses and minuses.
Sara showered first so she'd have the time to do makeup and straighten her hair. She loved her new style, a vast change from the natural curls she had all her life. She knew it wouldn't last, but she was going to enjoy it while it did. She always had the looks of an eye-turner, even if she didn't think about it. But now she could make men stop in their tracks, and even some women, as evidenced by the come-on from Lena. She now had this thick, silky mane of black hair down past her shoulders, combined with eyes so big and brown, skin like dark olive oil from her Middle Eastern heritage on her mothers side, small, pert breasts, lean frame and shapely legs. Yet she seemed almost oblivious to the effect she had on others. She didn't think of herself as a sex object and was not the type to use her looks to manipulate others. She knew she was attractive; it would be hard to not be at least somewhat self aware. She just accepted it as an everyday fact of her life.
Daniel then took his turn, evaluating himself while he cleaned himself. He was just under six feet tall, and he kept himself fit by swimming regularly, something he wasn't doing enough of while they'd been away. Thankfully, with all the walking and the almost daily sexual activity, and pretty good eating habits, he wasn't gaining weight so far. He was bald on top with the typical male pattern, and he had a neat trimmed beard and moustache. His head and facial hair were a nice, mature salt-and-pepper color, He had same colored chest hair, not too thick. And he had a nicely shaped 6 inch cock, thick but not pain inducing, with a heavy set of balls. He hadn't dated in the 6 years since his wife Hannah had died, devoting himself to running his business, which he'd just sold, and raising his daughter as a single parent. Back in March, he and Sara had become lovers, and it had grown into a passionate, loving relationship, both tender at times and kinky and wild at others. They even had a few threesomes with Sara's best friend, Steph, a petite, curvy redhead, who was now going to meet them on the third leg of this 5 week vacation, in Jamaica. He was going to go back to school in a few weeks to get his teaching certificate and become a high school history teacher.
Life was great, he reflected, as he shaved the bare parts of his face and neck. The only worry, and it was a big one, was what was going to happen in a few weeks when Sara had to leave to go to college upstate in New York, a 4 hour drive away from home. They weren't just lovers, they'd fallen in love. It would be hard on him, but he was a grown man, and would deal with it. He was afraid of the effect it would have on Sara, who, despite her intelligence and maturity, was still in some ways a girl at heart. He knew this was weighing on her mind as well. They'd have to deal with it when they got home before she left for school.
Dressed for the day, Daniel in simple light slacks and polo style shirt and walking shoes, Sara in a basic sun dress of bright blue and white with comfortable sneakers, they stopped for a light breakfast and then went to see more of the city. They could have spent a full month in Rome, and only seen a fraction of the sights. Maybe some day they'd come back, thought Daniel.
After lunch, around 2PM, they were outside a small, but expensive looking jewelry store. "Honey, there's something I want to get in there" Daniel said. "Why don't you do something on your own? We can meet back at the room in a few hours. I also want to get a haircut, so lets say 4:30? That will give us plenty of time before we meet Lena at 8.
Sara smiled. "Sounds good to me, darling. I have a couple of things I'd like to get anyway." She kissed her lover/daddy and walked off, knowing where she wanted to go, a store they'd passed earlier in the day. She was grinning, thinking, I know what he's going to buy. And he's going to have such a good time tonight.
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Sara thought he was buying her a wedding ring, to complete the illusion. She was wrong.
They both returned early, closer to 4, both with shopping bags, Daniel's much smaller than Sara's.
Sara said "Got something for me, 'husband'?" she teased. "Something special I wonder?"
Daniel responded "It's definitely for you, sweetheart, but I don't think it's what you're expecting" as he pulled out two boxes, on small and square, one much longer, and heavy for its size.
Sara was curious, and couldn't even guess what was in the boxes, both expertly gift wrapped. "Which should I open first? Does it matter?"
"The square one is strictly for you, so open that first, The long one is, in a way, for me. I can wait for that one."
Sara started to open the small box. "By the way, very nice haircut! You look sharp, baby!" He smiled as the paper came off and she flipped open the box. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the gorgeous gift inside.
Sara went to the full length wall mirror and put on the contents, dangly diamond earrings, each holding three stones, a perfect example of elegance. She held them up under her ears, stunned by the brilliance of the stones. She turned to him and said "Daddy...I don't know what to say. They're magnificent. But I can't take this. It's too much. I don't deserve these." She had an earnest, open look on her face.
"Sweetheart, if I can't share the fruits of my good fortune with you, who can I share it with? Eventually, you'll inherit some, and a lot will go to charity. But I love you so much, and it makes me happy to do special things for you, my daughter, and my love. I never expect anything in return; that's not why I'm doing this, and I know you know that." Her eyes were tearing up, her heart bursting with love. "When we get home, these will go, along with your pearls, into the safe deposit box, to keep for special occasions. But I want you to have these. Something else that you'll be able to share with your children some day." He held her to his chest as she softly cried a little, tears of love for her father.
After a few minutes, she got control over herself, and smiled. She went back to the mirror and put the earrings on, pulling her hair back a little so the earrings weren't hidden. They sparkled like sunlight hitting clear mountain water.
"Thank you...daddy? These are from my daddy. I love them, and I love you" She kissed him on his cheek.
