1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 17


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Diary, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    solace. Being the thoughtful and attentive husband that I was - and knowing how she regarded her father's memory with such sheer reverence - I told Lindsay that night on the beach that the next time she and I were in Ohio, I wanted to hike up that hill with her. I also asked if she would take me to his grave site. I wanted her to properly introduce us. I had heard so many wonderful things about her dad - Donald was his name - over the past two years. Although belated, I wanted to ask for his approval; I wanted her hand in marriage. The trip to the cemetery would happen tomorrow. Lindsay re-did her intricate braid and applied a fresh coat of mascara, then slipped into a pair of black spandex pants and a green, loose-fitting tank-top, with a black sports bra clearly visible underneath. Sneakers and socks completed the ensemble. Lindsay looked as if she was going to the gym! Just think of the most beautiful park you can possibly imagine in a remote, small-town America setting, and you have Miami Whitewater Forest. It was everything you could want in a park and then some. A peaceful retreat. Ponds, several picnic areas, bird watching galore, fishing, camping, fitness trails and bicycling, even a massive golf course... Miami Whitewater Forest literally had everything. The park, located in the tiny village of New Haven, was a mere 20 minute drive from the downtown hotel. Getting out of the car and looking around, I was vividly reminded of my own childhood. I too, spent many ...
    weekend days here in the past with my mother and father, my sister and two brothers. It had been nearly 30 years since I was here, yet it seemed as if nothing had changed. The big lake was still here, with fishermen dotting its edges. Several boats, including paddles and pontoons, and even kayaks, were in the water. Oh... over there, the marina and the gift shop. Behind the gift shop, I clearly remembered, was a concession stand and picnic area. I went and snuck a peek. Yup, still there. Families and little kids everywhere, dogs on leashes... everyone happy. A pair of women passed by us on horseback. I began to get emotional myself as thoughts of my very own childhood - memories of being here with my family when I was a little boy - nearly overtook me. Dad and Steve bicycling as I tried to keep up with them. Di giving me pieces of bread so I could feed the ducks. Dan tossing a football back and forth with me. Oh, how I looked up to him back in those days. And Mom... getting the picnic ready so we could have our lunch. I shook my head and tried to snap out of it, fearful that I may break down and start crying right in front of Lindsay. She knew nothing of my inner struggle at the moment. Lindsay had a bright, beaming smile, and extended me her hand. When I took it, she said, "Let's go find that hill, shall we?" Well, it sure was located in a remote area. We walked about a half-mile away from the main concourse along the busy road, then Lindsay took me over into a heavily forested ...
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