Lindsey pulled up her top and grabbed her purse. Yanking the door open, she peeked around the corner. Her mother was
"I'll be in the car," she told her mother on the way by, straight-arming the door.
When she got into the passenger's side, she scrunched down in her seat, keeping an eye on the dry cleaner's. The crotch of her shorts was soaked from her own juices and Fred's cum. She rubbed the material between her swollen lips, her fingers pressing them into the wetness.
Putting her feet up on the dashboard, Lindsey pulled her shorts aside and plunged her fingers into her pussy. Fred's cum was thick and copious, leaking out of her hole. She scooped out as much of it as she could and licked it off her fingers first, moaning at the taste and smell of it and rubbing the seam of her shorts over her clit with her other hand as she did.
"My first cherry," she murmured with a laugh, remembering, still delighted at how surprised he had been. She wanted to take her shorts off, to lick them clean, but didn't dare, with her mother about to come out of the store. Instead, she pulled them aside and fingered her sopping pussy, her thumb moving over her aching clit, taking herself closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh yeah, fuck me hard, baby," she moaned softly, looking out the window, still watching for her mother with half-closed eyes. "Use that little cunt!"
She was nearing climax when she saw him out of the corner of her eye. There was a man standing next to the passenger's side window, looking down at her as she played with herself. His eyes were wide and he was carrying a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken in his hands, clearly just returning to his car.
Lindsey grinned up at him, grabbing her top and pulling it down, too, as she rubbed herself.
"You want a show, baby?" She moved her hand aside so he could see her pussy completely as she circled her clit. The look on his face, something caught between shock and deep lust, sent her flying over the edge, and she came so hard she had to grit her teeth against it, squeezing her eyes shut as her body bucked and rolled on the seat.
Breathing hard, she opened her eyes to see his hand cupping a bulge in his jeans. She grinned, wondering if there was time…but then she saw her mother hurrying across the parking lot in her business suit and heels, carrying dry cleaning bags over her shoulder.
Lindsey gave the man a wink, pulling her top back up and adjusting her shorts, putting her feet back on the floor. He was still staring at her as she licked her fingers clean.
"Hi, Mom," she said when the driver's side door opened. She heard her mother saying something to the man, but couldn't quite hear it. "What was that all about?"
"Didn't you see that man staring at you?" Her mother frowned, holding her hand out for the keys. Lindsey dug through her purse for them, glancing out the window to see the man pulling quickly away.
"No," Lindsey replied innocently, handing her mother the keys. "Was he?"
"You young girls." Her mother sighed, starting the car. "So unaware…"
Lindsey hid her smile, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. She couldn't help wiggling a little against the seat, and knew there might even be a wet spot there on her stepfather's BMW upholstery.
"Did they find his blazer?" Lindsey didn’t open her eyes.
"Yes," her mother replied. "Finally! Thank goodness, because you know how your father gets. It was that young kid who finally found it. I gave him a little extra tip."
"You too?" Lindsey murmured, still smiling.
She could feel her mother's silence and Lindsey quickly covered, opening her eyes and saying, "He's not my father. I wish you would quit saying that."
"Oh Lindsey." Her mother sighed. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"
"Gee, Mom, I don't know…" Lindsey frowned, glaring out the window. "Maybe I was just born that way."
She changed in the bathroom at school. She kept her blouse on, but she unbuttoned the top and bottom three buttons, leaving only the middle two fastened and tying the shirt tails up high around her ribs. Her denim shorts got shoved into her purse and the white satin ones went on over her bare bottom. She snapped the elastic band and turned to look at herself over her shoulder in the full length mirror with a satisfied grin.
