"You gonna clean up before dinner?" Freddy was saying in the other room.
Ginger's heart stopped. If Cheryl came in here now…
"Nah, we should get dressed right away," the blonde was telling Freddy. "We've really pushed our luck as it is. I just know Ginger's gonna be back in a minute or two. Let's hurry, I can clean up in the restaurant john."
There was a rustle of clothes and Ginger breathed easy again. In a few minutes the door closed and the lights went out. Ginger waited until she was sure they were gone, then threw on her clothes and headed down to dinner.
CHAPTER THREE
Ginger pushed her plate away, food mostly untasted. In her girlish mind, images of swollen cocks, meaty cunts, swaying tits, and penetrated assholes swirled in a red hot series of crimson tinted memories. Her pussy was wet again, and her tits were pulsing tips of desire within the confines of her bra and ski sweater.
"Oh, God! This is awful!" Ginger whispered to herself.
Thinking that a walk outside in the cold night air might help to clear her head, Ginger pushed away from the table and headed for the door. Her nipples were rubbing themselves raw against the stiff fabric of her bra, so the tormented teen ducked into the ladies' restroom on the way out and slipped the restrictive garment off.
"That's so much better!" Ginger sighed with relief as she stuffed the bra into her purse and smoothed her sweater back down. She had never gone braless before, and the sheer sensuous feel of her bare tits against the soft surface made her nipples more erect than ever.
They stick out, but at least they don't hurt now! the girl argued with herself. Besides, they would probably go down to normal size as soon as she stopped thinking about them and went on her walk.