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Notes
Hi! Here’s the third installment of Field Trip Follies! Thanks, Literotica author Laurie, for the inspiration and spell-checking!
The characters Lindsey Foster and her family were created by Laurie. Please go to Laurie’s page and read her stories, ‘The Sun Felt Good On My Back’ and ‘While Lindsey Is Away’, for more stories about Lindsey and her family.
All characters in this story are over eighteen.
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DAY 3 — MORNING
DEMING, NEW MEXICO and WESTBOUND
DECEMBER 30
At around six thirty in the morning, a ray of sunlight crept through the crack in the center of the heavy drapes and fell across Miss Ostiago’s eyes. She stirred and was dimly aware that she was laying in bed next to her girlfriend, cuddling up close to Yvonne’s warm, naked body. She gently ran her hand up Yvonne’s soft thigh, across her fuzzy bush and up her belly, to cup one of her big breasts… but… wait… what? It feels smaller than usual… and there’s no nipple ring…
Miss Ostiago opened her eyes and saw Mrs. Foster’s sleeping face only inches away from hers. Her hand was on Mrs. Fosters creamy little breast, the hard little nipple nestled comfortably between her fingers. Miss Ostiago’s first instinct was to pull away, but that would only have woken Mrs. Foster up. So she froze… with her hand on that pretty little teacher’s naked tit. By god… she’s soft. Much softer than Yvonne. And her face is so adorable. Mrs. Foster’s eyelids and their long, dark lashes, were twitching. She was dreaming. Happy dreams she hoped.
Miss Ostiago slowly pulled her hand away and rolled out of bed, breathless with desire. She’d been with Yvonne exclusively for almost ten years now. This was the first time she’d touched another woman in all those years. It felt good. Too good. She was glad Mrs. Foster was straight. She didn’t need temptation in her life right now, when things were going so good for her. Well… professionally anyway. Her personal life was another matter. She went to the shower and quietly masturbated under the stream of warm water, thinking about Mrs. Foster’s soft skin, and pretty face.
*
Lindsey woke to the sound of the shower running. All at once the crazy events of the previous day came crashing in on her.
Oh… shit. I fucked two students. I fucked two students. What the fuck were you thinking, Lindsey? You have to fix this!
She saw the silver camera Denny had given her sitting on the side table, and suddenly remembered her mission. She needed to take naked pictures of Miss Ostiago, to keep Denny from tattling on her. She grabbed the camera and quietly opened the bathroom door and peeked inside. The shower curtain was fogged over, but she could see Mrs. Ostiago’s naked form behind the foggy plastic. She took a few snaps, but she knew those wouldn’t satisfy Denny. She looked around the bathroom and saw that there was a little shelf on the wall with a stack of towels on it. She switched the camera to video mode and pushed the record button. Then she quietly put the camera between a couple of towels with the lens peeking out. She tilted the camera forward a little, to make sure it would capture the center of the room when Miss Ostiago stepped out of the shower to dry off. She left the room just before Miss Ostiago turned off the shower, barely having time to swing the door shut.
She put on her panties and a T-shirt and listened to Miss Ostiago drying off, suddenly terrified that she’d spot the hidden camera. How the hell would she explain that? But then Miss Ostiago bustled out into the room in her bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel. Miss Ostiago looked stunning. Her large breasts were dancing about wonderfully inside the terrycloth robe as she dried her hair. The robe was slipping open, revealing a lot of cleavage. Lindsey hadn’t ever seen that much of Miss Ostiago’s flesh before, because she dressed so conservatively. She had a sexy black birthmark right in the crack between her wonderful, olive toned breasts. It wasn’t surprising that Denny wanted naked photos of her. With her long, straight bleach-blonde hair down, instead of in the tight ponytail, she was breathtaking.
Miss Ostiago… Lindsey didn’t even know her first name… was a feminine lesbian, with a totally mannish dyke girlfriend that Lindsey only knew about because she’d seen them making out in a gay bar a few years earlier. Miss Ostiago’s love of pussy didn’t stop her from being a strict moralist. She was serious about enforcing dress and behavior codes at school, and was dedicated to keeping her band out of mischief. She was horrified at the idea that premarital sex might be going on under her nose, so she did everything in her power to make sure the kids in her charge had no time or energy to fool around. That focus and dedication had led to two years of great success for the Big Blue marching band. But it didn’t earn her many friends. The kids generally feared her. So did some of her fellow teachers. She had a blazing temper.
Miss Ostiago looked at Lindsey suspiciously with her fiery blue Italian eyes, ‘What are you gawking at, Mrs. Foster?’
‘Nothing. I was… I was just admiring you, to tell you the truth.’
‘What?’
‘You have a smoking hot body, did anyone ever tell you that?’
‘Certainly not!’
‘I’m not kidding, Miss Ostiago. If I wasn’t a married woman…’
‘Please stop right there, Mrs. Foster…’
‘Please call me Lindsey. You’re not one of my students. We really should be on a first name basis, don’t you think?’
‘Oh… well… very well, Lindsey, as I was saying…’
‘I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t even know your first name, Miss Ostiago.’
‘Er… Farinella… but nobody really calls me…’
‘Oh, what a magical name! Farinella! Farinella. I love how it feels on my tongue. Farinella. Mmm. Thank you for telling me. I promise not to call you that in front of the kids, but I hope you don’t mind me calling you that when we’re alone.’
Farinella was a caught off guard. ‘Uh… I suppose so. If you insist.’
‘Farinella. Wow. That’s just an amazing name. Your mother must have loved you to give you such a pretty name.’
Farinella smiled. Mrs. Foster had definitely touched her soft-spot. ‘My mother is an angel.’
Lindsey beamed. ‘So is mine! I love my mother. She’s my best friend… after my sister, I guess. I see her almost every day. She lives just a few blocks from me.’
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