On the Sunday after the state meet, Wendel Baker left for a week-long training class for a new process being installed where he worked. Molly talked with Linda, and Mom convinced her that spending a few days together in another city might be a fun way to celebrate before Linda went off, wherever she was going, to college and more running. Molly had everything planned, she said, and they’d leave in the morning. In the meantime, she had a meeting at church.
Jack’s phone rang.
“Hey,” he answered, seeing it was Linda that was calling.
“Hey, yourself. Mom’s gone for two hours so get yourself over here on the double. I have plans.”
“Am I allowed to ask about the plans?”
“No. Just get over here. My clothes are half-off already.”
Jack heard the phone go dead. He knew Linda was in her “I dare you” state, and he wondered what she might have in store for him. The only way to find out was to hurry over. He did take a second to stuff a condom in his pocket before heading out.
Jack knocked on the door and, from the corner of his eye, saw a curtain move slightly before the door opened, and he stepped inside. Linda had completed the other half of removing her clothes and jumped into his arms, her tongue quickly searching for his, her hips rubbing against his leg.
“I never know what to expect,” he groaned when her lips finally left his.
“Have I disappointed you yet,” she asked coyly.
“No, never. Are we going out behind some new bushes?”
“Oh, no. We’re not going anywhere,” she said as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
“You said your mom was gone, but where’s your dad?”
“He’s in the kitchen, but I don’t think he’ll bother us.”
“What the f…?” Jack whispered, grabbing Linda’s arms.
“You’re so easy,” she laughed. “He’s on a week-long trip–left this morning.”
“When I have a heart attack, you won’t think it’s so funny,” he answered, catching his breath.
“You’ll have a heart attack before I get through with you today,” she giggled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Plus, we need to get that thing out in the air,” she added as she pushed his boxers down his legs. “Now, a ten-second preliminary, and we can get serious.”
His erection was instantly in her mouth and was sliding in and out as she held her hands in front of his face, counting off the seconds with her fingers, and at ten, she stood up.
“Grab your clothes, and let’s go?”
“Go where? Your room?”
“Nope. Mom and Dad’s room.”
“Linda, what the hell?”
“I can sit and talk to Mom or Dad when they’re in bed, and they’ll never dream that you and I had sex right there in that bed. Mom will crawl into bed tonight and be right where we were just a few hours before.”
It was nearly beyond reason that Jack was naked in Linda’s parent’s bedroom, watching her carefully fold back the covers. Then he was in the bed, the smell of her mother’s perfume very prominent, and Linda was doing her best to give him that heart attack she had talked about before. She kept him from going down on her, riding him cowgirl while she brought herself to the edge with her fingers, finally repeating, “Coming, coming, coming,” with each spasm of her orgasm squeezing hard on Jack’s cock until he joined her, pumping the condom full.
“My hands were on your chest, and I could feel your heart pounding. It was kind of exciting.”
“How would you know?” Jack teased. “You were already so excited that a little more wouldn’t have even been noticed.
“You think you know it all,” she laughed as she licked his lips. “Ready to go again?” She began moving her hips.
“I know you’re daring, and you get me into it too–”
“–and you can’t resist,” she interrupted.
“True, but we are in your mother’s bed, and she’ll eventually be home, and I’d like to have the bed made and looking like it did before.”
“There are other places to play,” she said, climbing off his shrunken cock. “It does look like that thing could use a rest,” she giggled.
They carefully made the bed, dressed, and went downstairs to watch a movie. Linda had that look that said that Jack’s day wasn’t quite over yet.
“I only brought one rubber,” he said.
“Pessimist,” she said. “Thanks to the self-checkout lanes at the grocery, I have my own supply.”
Linda continued to torture him as they watched the movie if a fantastic blowjob could be called torture. She managed to make it exciting as she was just swallowing as they heard the garage door opening.
The summer lay ahead of them, and Jack wondered where it could go from here.
The next morning, Linda didn’t even debate with herself before stuffing the four hundred dollars in her backpack, finally deciding the reminder from an escapade she’d like to erase needed to be used. But since it was money, and feeling as she did, she knew how to make it disappear.
Mom had been doing a little browsing on the internet and had located a couple of museums that they could visit, but she’d also located several stores where they could do some shopping. Linda would need a few new clothes for school, and she was looking forward to spending that special money.
It was fun to ride and talk with her mother, but she was wary, keeping her bubbling excitement a little under wraps. They’d be gone for three days, and when they checked into the hotel, it stirred memories of another hotel stay…and had her wondering.
They had a delicious dinner at a small Italian restaurant that happened to be only three blocks from the hotel and just one block from a large mall. Of course, they walked, and Linda got used to hearing, “Slow down a little, honey, please.” They stayed together for a while, picking up clothes Linda was looking forward to wearing wherever she decided to matriculate. Then they separated, Molly shopping for herself, while Linda would be shopping also, shopping she could only do by herself.
At her first stop, she picked up two very lacy and skimpy thongs, one blue and one black. Next, she went to look at dresses, dresses like she wasn’t used to wearing. She picked one to match the blue thong, and a black one, of course. She went to the changing rooms, praying she didn’t run into her mother.
Several booths were occupied, and she found the last one, at the end of the aisle, free. As she pulled off her clothes to try on the dresses, the door to the stall swung gently open. She glanced up to meet the eyes of a man outside the changing rooms and probably waiting for his wife. He didn’t look away as she reached out and pulled the door closed. The latch was broken, and she’d have to hope the door would stay shut, or maybe hope for something else.
He’d seen her in her regular bra and bikini panties, so perhaps she could provide him with an even better view. Linda stood with her back to the door, conscious that it was swinging open very slowly. She loosened her bra and tossed it onto the small bench. She stepped out of the bikini panties, careful not to expose her intimate parts. She pulled on the blue thong, carefully tucking the string between her butt cheeks. Next, she pulled the blue dress over her head, settling it into place and checking her profile in the mirror.