The two women standing by Linda were smiling, but that wasn’t what had made her gasp in surprise. They were both redheads, both curvy—and that was obvious by the clothes they wore—or rather the clothes they were barely wearing.
The older woman, who looked to be in her thirties, although it was hard to tell, was wearing a tight T-shirt, emblazoned with DD.
Double-D, I get it, Linda thought. And the shirt was, if anything, understating the size of her jugs, thick nipples poking into the thin fabric. The shirt stopped just above her belly button, leaving a pair of tight cut-offs to show off her curved hips and full ass. A pair of bright pink sandals finished the look. Next to her, the younger girl had the same auburn hair as her companion, although it was cut shorter, with a pair of gold loop earrings moving and catching the sun. She was wearing a mesh top that showed off her large breasts—as big as her companions, but more prominent on her shorter frame— while a tiny leather miniskirt made it plain that anyone behind her would be getting a show if she ever bent over.
Bimbos, Linda thought. Happy bimbos, she amended, staring at their wide eyes, one set green, one set blue.
“Hi!” the older woman replied. “I’m Alicia, and this is my kid, Manda!”
“Hello,” she said finally, staring at the kid. What woman would let her daughter out dressed like that? “Do you live here?”
“Well…” Alicia looked around and giggled. “We sort of got lost about a week ago. I mean, Manda and I were heading to her college and we just kept getting turned around. Every time, we ended up right back here!”
“Uh-huh!” Manda said, the comment setting her tits to jiggling. “It was, like weird. I’d be driving, and then, like mom would be driving, and then we’d be right back here! Like some sort of movie!”
“It was a good thing the stop lights were so good,” Alicia added, bouncing on her feet, and her tits jiggling in unison with her kids. “I mean, every time we started to get confused, we got to the stop light and it, like flashed and then we knew where we were! Especially after we had that safety stop from that…”
“Total hunk!” the mother and daughter spoke at the same time, their near identical squeals filling the air.
Linda bit her lip. She thought that he had been there for her.
But that’s stupid. A big, strong man like him, he’d have to check other women. Even Cindy wouldn’t be enough for him. Linda felt herself growing warm as she wondered if he’d just stopped the two for a check, or if he’d taken them over the hood of their car, making them apologize for getting lost, submitting to the law…
Submitting, to the Law….
Submitting because a good girl accepted her punishment…
Linda moaned softly, ignoring the two in front of her, her mind filled with visions of being handcuffed, being made to submit, raising her ass before that man, accepting him, accepting his seed into her…
“And did you see how big his cock was?” Manda said.
Linda snapped back into the present. “What?” she gasped, trying to ignore the way her panties were growing damp with the thought.
“Yeah, when he got out of the car, I could see it pressing out…maybe that slut partner of his was giving him a hand job…” Manda paused. “I wish I could give him one,” she said in wistfully.
“Not before me,” her mother said.
Linda blinked. When would a mother talk like that?
“So, um, you were heading to college?” she finally asked, trying to get the conversation on track to a location that wouldn’t have her panties getting any wetter than they were.
“Yeah,” Manda said. “I’m like, thinking about getting into architecture, but you know, now that we’re here…” She trailed off.
“I mean, I always wanted Manda to get into a professional field,” Alicia said. “Like me. But law is so stressful, and we’ve had such fun here, even if we’re too scattered brained to keep from getting lost.” She sighed. “This town is so nice, I don’t have to be mean, or worry about the law… I mean, I have a case, and it’s… Sooo complex.” The woman blinked. “I can hardly figure out what I’m going to say to all those men in the boardroom…”
Linda saw her nipples harden at that last word.
“That’s why we’re just staying here for now,” Manda said. “I mean, this place is so relaxing and we feel like, you know, we belong. And the men here are so…hot…” The younger woman shivered. “The way they look at us, with the girls they have with ‘em. I mean, wouldn’t it be neat to just be a town girl?”
“Yeah—” Alicia shook her head. “But Manda, we really should think about leaving, I mean, maybe tonight. You’ll mis—” suddenly, there were a series of flashes from behind them. Manda and Alicia’s eyes went wide and Linda spun around to look at a diner’s sign. Flashing, flashing like the other lights had.
Pretty lights.
Pretty flashing lights.
All the thoughts ran out of Linda’s head as she stared at the light, Manda and her mother silent behind her. Then they stopped and Linda stood there, blinking for a moment. Turning around she stared at the two girls…
Right, girls. It didn’t matter how old Alicia was, she was just a girl, looking for some guy to stick a cock in her. But she bet she wasn’t as good looking as Linda, except for one little problem.
“Like, um…where did you get those clothes?” Linda asked. She’d thought that they had been indecent when she’d first seen them, but that was stupid. They were totally cool, letting every guy know that Manda and her mom were on the market, looking for some big guy to bend them over and fuck them until they were a pair of giggling bimbos with cum dripping down their legs.
But right now, Linda needed to be better dressed. She looked horrible, all dowdy and stuff. She couldn’t even recall why she’d thought these clothes were good. Why shouldn’t a woman dress to show off the most important thing about herself?
“Yeah, I…” Manda licked her lips, brushing her short auburn hair back. “Like, yeah, I mean, that’s where we dumped all of our clothes…”
“And got better ones…” Alicia said, reaching up and cupping one of her heavy tits. She sighed in pleasure. “Maybe…maybe we can take Linda and get some more jewelry!”
“Yeah!” Manda squealed. “That’d be great!”
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