"Mom, do you want lotion," asked Sarah, breaking the trance.
"Thanks, Honey, yes, please," replied Samantha, and took the bottle.
"I've got to get ahold of myself,"
Samantha thought to herself. She applied her own lotion to her legs, stomach, and chest, wondering (hopefully?) if Brittany was watching her do it behind her own sunglasses.
The three of them enjoyed a leisurely afternoon by the pool. As Samantha laid on her back, the sun warmed her. Despite the lingering guilt she felt about the night before and her subsequent flights of sexual fantasy, Samantha felt newly invigorated and free. Sam had never felt sexually repressed, but realizing she still had sexual fantasies (new ones at that) was exciting. She never would have guessed she would be so turned on by another woman.
"Mom, we're going to head in and get cleaned up for dinner," said Sarah as the girls packed up.
"Okay, I'm going to stay a bit longer, then I'll be in," said Samantha.
Samantha gave the girls 45 minutes to sort themselves out, then joined them back at the room. "Hurry up, Mom, we're starving," said Sarah as soon as she walked in.
Both girls looked fresh and clean with a bit of a glow about them from an afternoon in the sun. Each wore tight jeans shorts, with Sarah in a v-neck blouse and Brittany sporting a cute cropped top, showing offer her taut tummy.
"I won't be long," said Samantha as she dropped her sunglasses and bag and went into the bathroom to shower. The bathroom was still steamy from the girls' showers and even more so when she was finished. Samantha cracked the door when she had finished and started to dry off with the last of the small, cheap motel towels. As she put one leg up on the toilet, she glanced out of the bathroom through the door crack and saw Brittany watching her. Brittany quickly looked away.
Samantha finished drying off and wrapped the towel around her as best she could and then walked out of the bathroom to where she had laid her clothes for the evening. She knew very well that her butt was barely covered, and she had to keep one hand holding the towel to keep it in place. Samantha wondered if Brittany was checking her out as she stood there, barely covered. She reached down for her thong underwear with her free hand, but quickly realized she wouldn't be able to gracefully put them on while keeping the towel in place. She stood with her back to the girls and let the towel drop, then bent to step into her thong, and pulled it up snugly. She knew she wasn't as flexible as Brittany, but anyone watching her from behind would have gotten the full view of her waxed slit.
Samantha glanced at the girls as she bent to pick up her bra. Brittany seemed to be concentrating very hard at the same tourist brochure Samantha had (not) been looking at earlier in the day. Samantha made of point of walking in front of the girls before she put on her bra. The bathroom door was still ajar, and the mirror on the door was a perfect angle so that Samantha could see the girls sitting on their bed. Samantha decided to do a little test. Still topless, she raised her arms over her head and then back, as if to stretch out her back, and thereby forcing her chest forward. As she went through the stretch, she watched Brittany watch her, her mouth opened slightly.
Samantha continued with her hair and a bit of makeup. She was sure to subtly bend and contort, all the while watching for Brittany's involuntary reactions. She couldn't help but notice Brittany's foot nervously tapping the longer the show went on.
Finally, she slipped her sundress over her head.
"Okay, girls, I'm ready," asked Samantha, grabbing her purse.
Samantha enjoyed a few glasses of wine with dinner, allowing the girls to help themselves as well. All three of them were a little giggly by the time a shared dessert arrived.
After they finished their meal, Samantha excused herself, grabbed her purse, and stood to go to the restroom. Samantha felt good. She felt a little buzzed and she felt good about being the object of desire. She felt eyes upon her as she made her way through the restaurant. She made eye contact with an attractive dad having a meal with his family and then the man's son who couldn't have been more that 16-years-old. Their leering gaze only enhanced her excitement.
As she sat in the stall, she looked into her bag and then pulled out the wadded up napkins and remembered where they came from. She carefully opened up each and then brought them to her face. One was her own well-known scent. The other had also started to become familiar. It was an exciting smell, a taboo smell.
She dropped her own napkin in the toilet and flushed, then neatly folded the other and put it back in her purse...for later.
Upon getting back to the room, their girls put on pajamas and crawled into bed, winding down on their smartphones. Sarah in her standard baggy t-shirt and shorts, and Brittany in her big sweatshirt and oversized sweatpants. Samantha grinned to herself, remembering pulling up that sweatshirt and exposing Brittany's beautiful breasts to the moonlight. She was making herself horny thinking about it. Oh, what she wouldn't give for another opportunity with Brittany!
Samantha got up to put on her own sleepwear but realized she had forgotten them in the car and didn't feel like going back out to get them. Instead, she grabbed an old undershirt from her pool bag and went into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth, Samantha pulled off her bra and slipped on the t-shirt. In the small bathroom mirror, she could see her face and upper body. Her breasts were on full display through the worn white shirt. She looked down and could see her tummy was showing above the waistband of her thong. As she checked herself out by looking over her shoulder, she thought she looked good, looked sexy. More importantly she FELT sexy. She knew she would have hesitated to wear this little outfit to bed with her husband, but it excited her to think Brittany might enjoy seeing her in it. She left the bathroom light on and walked out into the darkened room to her bed. The girls had turned off the reading light over their bed. Sarah got up and went into the bathroom as Samantha came out.
"You're wearing
that
," asked Sarah.
"Yeah, my pjs are in the car. I'm wearing this unless you want to go out and get them for me," replied Samantha.
"No thanks," said Sarah as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Samantha sat on the side of her bed, temporarily alone in the room with Brittany, and repeated her 'back stretching' exercise, purposely not looking at Brittany while she did it. Then she stood up and made a big production of bending at the waist to get her magazine from the pool bag. Sam felt the thong stretch across her slit as she did it. When she stood up, she glanced at Brittany who appeared to be a little red-faced.
Then Sarah came out of the bathroom and Samantha climbed into bed with her magazine, and Brittany went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
When Brittany returned, both girls put their phones down and appeared ready to sleep. Samantha turned off her own reading light so as not to disturb them, even though she wasn't yet ready to sleep. Not even close. It was her turn to feel pent up and frustrated.
Samantha pulled the folded napkin from her purse and pretended to dab her nose with it as she revisited the sweet musk. She contemplated going into the bathroom for a quick wank.
She looked over at the girls, faintly illuminated by the moon shining through a small opening in the window curtain. Samantha was undeniably aroused but wasn't sure what to do about it. There was a certain excitement in the freedom of being away from home. Tonight, she didn't feel like a mom, she felt more like a sex maniac. She had used her ESP power to discover Brittany's desires for her. Then she used it to safely fondle a sleeping girl, and she felt guilty about that. But she also wanted more, and that's all there is to it. She wanted to explore Brittany's body again, but also really wanted Brittany to study hers as well.
She quietly slipped from her bed and stood in front of the window, carefully opening the curtains to spill the moonlight across her bed. She looked out on the motel parking lot, lost in thought. Brittany is off to college tomorrow. Maybe just one more time. Perhaps that would be enough. She again brought the napkin to her nose. Maybe just one more time.
