
When Lynn was finished showing the house to the customers, to had the most excruciating desire to be naughty. Though she'd managed to keep bad thoughts out of her mind nil morning, they were creeping back again now that she was alone. She locked the show home and started her uncle's car up with a roar. Her big tits felt heavy, eager to be touched. She undid the first few snaps of her shirt so that the smattering of freckles over the rounded white swells could be seen.
"I guts all redheads have the same problem," she said aloud, gunning the engine. She put the car in gear and moved away from the curb. She was finished early and it was only forty minutes till lunch thus. She didn't feel like going back to the office yet. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts. "Or maybe I shouldn't be. I'll just start thinking about Ricky again."
At the highway she turned left instead of right. As each mile added onto the odometer, she knew where the streamlined little car was taking her. She was driving to Baker's Point.
The dust was still settling when she got out and slammed the door. The parking lot didn't look so romantic in the hot jars of mid-day. She could see the litter of beer cans and hot dog wrappers. Lynn walked over to a row of bushes at the edge of the parking lot. She saw a girl's sock hanging among the branches and something else. She went to find a long stick to reach between the thorny branches. When she brought it back out there was a punctured rubber hanging from the tip. The cum had dried and she could see a darker smear around the rolled top. Some virgin's blood, no doubt.
