TWA Induction: Last Miles and Campus Acclimation
Krystal checked her makeup in the outside passenger door mirror. Still perfect. Rising from her own face reflection, she stood next to the stretch limousine parked under the loading dock canopy behind the elegant River Walk hotel in San Antonio.
She looked every bit the liveried chauffeur in her black skirted uniform, her tits on pushed-up display by the button clinched blazer. Her long blonde hair bun was pinned professionally tight to her head beneath the short-brimmed driver's cap.
On-time earlier, she had waited to guide the several Escorting Coach Tutors into the rear cabin. Greeting each virile man with a chaste cheek buzz, she had succumbed to their ass pats and clutches, grinning professionally at their presumptuousness, and pressing each in turn towards the open door. Thus the check of makeup and décor.
Now it would be the subsequent reception upon the appearance of the second contingent of her special manifest of riders. She heard the acting TWA Housemother for this juncture in the journey herding her covey of young TWA candidates through the passageway that led to the rear entrance.
"Come along, ladies. Don't keep your men waiting. That's just not the polite or proper way for a Total Woman Academy candidate to act. You must learn to be punctual."
The clicking footsteps of high heeled feet quickened its pace and the future coeds bustled into the open area. They were still dressed as they had been for the private breakfast just finished: high heels, skimpy thongs, cleavage boosting bras.
They had gathered there with their assigned coach tutors, who had spent the past few days getting to know them intimately as they transported them from their former homes to this interim assembly point. The jovial aspirants milled in a cluster, continuing the bantered gossip with their heretofore unacquainted travel mates.
Krystal took control. She touched her cap and reached out for the nearest girl's small satchel of personal items. She read the name tag, 'Abby', and set the case aside while motioning the lithe blonde to enter the open rear door of the limo. Abby ducked inside, ass bobbing, as she bustled aboard.
The next one was 'Brenda'. The brunette surrendered her handbag and followed the blonde into the town car. And then 'Cate', the redhead and 'Danni', and the dark twins, 'Elisha' and 'Evelyn'. Buxom 'Francine' followed last and as her heels cleared the portal, Krystal closed the door.
Last bit of business to do, she gained the housemother's assertion that the troupe was complete and placed the seven small cases in the truck. A quick safety walk around the vehicle ended when she entered the driver seat.
She observed the males and females distributed in clusters in the back seats, already chatting closely. A flip of the switch and the smoky privacy panel lifted to block her view of the passenger space. They would appreciate the seclusion during the five-hour drive to the South Padre Island TWA campus and she had safe driving duties to perform without frolicking distractions.
The couples and trios were quietly conversing in getting-to-know-you schmoosing. The friendly nature turned more intimate with a little cuddling and kissing as the ride progressed down I-37. Clothes were slowly jettisoned and gathered in a pile in the central footwell.
Abby and Cate had bookended Diego on the rear-facing front bench, while Francine, Brenda, and Danni sat with Raul on the side bench. Big black Karl was splayed across the backbench, a familiar twin under each arm. The black twins were taking turns stroking their hands up and down ebony beefcake Karl's huge erection. Evelyn casually leaned over and swallowed his rod, bobbing her head leisurely on his shaft.
He stared through squinted eyes across the compartment where blonde Abby and redhead Cate were staring back, mesmerized by the exhilarating but intimidating manhood being worshipped.
Karl pondered which lithe white girl he fancied better. He had sampled many in his role as a staff coach tutor. This current assignment was scheduled such that he would arrive in south Texas for his annual seminar in dungeon and bondage scenarios. It was only one of the many weeks he spent around the world imparting his specialty to interested coeds and alumni.
A natural redhead was unusual to happen upon and that settled his decision. He hadn't pounded red-haired pussy in a long time. He whispered to Elisha who nodded and leaned over to whisper in her fellating sister's ear.
Evelyn rose off the mouthful, slurping on the knob in a lingering caress of the alpha male man meat. She took her sister's hand and crawled over to Cate.
Abby moved aside as the naked ebony twins eased in to bracket Cate. They cuddled close to the apprehensive white girl, their hands tentatively smoothing along the redhead's limp arms as they complimented her complexion. Cate remained unmistakably tense.
Lightly gripping her biceps, their other hands traced over her abdomen, lingering with light fingertip brushes. Elisha traveled north to finger her pert pink nipples as Evelyn descended south and brushed the outer edges of Cate's labia.
Cate's felt the bold erogenous touches. She had yet to engage in sisterly caresses during her life so far but she wanted to fit in. She warily willed herself to accept the changes she was experiencing throughout this trek towards a better life and forced herself to relax.
It was surely different from her mother's admonitions but it did feel good. She let the sensations flow. Her eyes squinted and she languidly sagged further in the black leather bench, unconsciously spreading her loins to give Evelyn freer access to her pussy.
