Notes
Hi! Here's the second 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 2
HOUSTON, TEXAS and WESTBOUND
DECEMBER 29
Lindsey woke up wet with lust. She took a cold shower, trying to calm down. She realized that if she wanted to keep out of trouble, she needed to stay away from Brant. She just couldn't trust herself around him. She could just make Brant switch seats with someone else... but that wasn't good enough. She had to switch busses. When she turned off the shower, she heard Miss Ostiago packing her bag out in the room, so she wrapped a towel around her hair and stepped out of the bathroom.
The tall, shapely Band Director looked up in shock at Lindsey's naked body. She looked back down at her bag, not saying anything.
Lindsey was amused.
Miss Ostiago is such a prude.
Lindsey stared at her, waiting for the Band Director to look up again. Miss Ostiago was a tall, buxom woman of Italian descent, in her mid thirties, who bore a strong resemblance to a young Sophia Loren... other than the fact that she had bleached blonde hair, with dark black roots, which she always wore up in a bun. She had an expressive, fiery face, with dark eyebrows, steel blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and full lips, and the smoldering temper that went with her features. Her skin was olive in tone, and she had a dramatic hour-glass figure... large breasts, small waist, wide hips, and an ass to die for. But she always tried to hide her assets under layers of heavy clothes that almost always covered her cleavage and shapely legs.
After half a minute, Miss Ostiago glanced up at Lindsey's naked body again, before looking back down. Lindsey noticed a wonderful blush of color spreading out on the Italian woman's dramatic cheekbones. "Miss Ostiago, I'm wondering if it will be okay if I switch busses today?"
Miss Ostiago glanced up at her furtively. "Is there a problem?"
Lindsey giggled. "No, not really. It's just that I noticed the sophomore/freshman bus looked pretty rowdy. You probably noticed how quiet it was in the back of the senior bus yesterday."
Miss Ostiago nodded, glancing at Lindsey's pretty brown bush before looking down again. "Yes. I must say... I was impressed with your performance. But I don't think we need to change anything. Maybe you can give Mr. Balantine some tips. Not sure it will help however. The other bus is naturally rowdier because they're younger"
That's just what Lindsey wanted. To get away from all the eighteen-year-olds, particularly Brant and his beautiful cock.
Lindsey noticed the furtive glances Miss Ostiago was casting her way. She smiled. She knew Miss Ostiago was a lesbian, even though she did her best to keep that fact hidden. Maybe she could butter Miss Ostiago up with a little show. She turned a little to the side and took the towel out of her hair and started drying herself. She wanted to give Miss Ostiago a nice long look at the goods.
Miss Ostiago stared breathlessly at Mrs. Foster's perky little tits as they bounced about as she dried herself.
Good lord... she's so pretty.
Miss Ostiago's heart started beating faster. Her eyes roamed over the pretty little Mexicana's body. She hadn't seen a naked woman other than Yvonne for years. And Yvonne was stocky and shapeless... Mrs. Foster was absolutely stunning. It was an unexpected pleasure to be greeted with such a beautiful sight as this in the morning. Mrs. Foster turned slowly, drying off her back and perfect little ass, making those creamy pale brown cheeks bounce about. Mrs. Foster put one foot up on the bed and started drying her beautiful pussy. She was looking down, her eyes hidden under her long brown hair, so Miss Ostiago stared right between the young teacher's pretty legs, drooling at the sight of her brown bush, and squiggly little pussy lips. By the time Mrs. Foster's pussy was dry, Miss Ostago's was dripping wet.
Lindsey packed her bags, staying nude the whole time, not looking toward Miss Ostiago so she'd feel free to keep staring. "Are you sure, Miss Ostiago?"
"What?" She said, coming out of her reverie.
"About switching busses? I'd love to see if I can make a difference on the younger kid's bus. This is my first time helping the band... the Big Blue, I guess you call it. I really should try to get to know a few of the younger kids." As she spoke she was looking through her panties and underwear, holding them up against herself for Miss Ostiago's benefit.
"Well... talk to Mrs. Tanner. You can switch with her. The busses are going to three different hotels tonight, so you either need to switch back to the senior bus this afternoon, or switch rooms tonight."
Lindsey smiled at Miss Ostiago. "Thanks, sweetie."
She was pleased to see that Miss Ostiago hadn't moved a muscle since she began drying herself. That sexy lesbian had definitely been checking her out. Miss Ostiago went back to packing, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Lindsey admired Miss Ostiago's body. She hadn't really noticed how shapely the older woman was before, probably because she was such a hard-ass bitch. But looking at her now...
Damn... she's fucking gorgeous.
Someone was walking down the hall knocking on all the doors one after the other, to let everyone know it was time to board the busses.
Lindsey put on a sexy little skirt, then put her panties on last, knowing full well that Miss Ostiago was staring at her. Lindsey smiled. She hadn't been with a woman since Mark knocked her up... not counting that time she went with Katie to Miami and they hooked up with some girls they met at a lesbian bar. Unfortunately that night was a blur.
I really shouldn't have snorted so much cocaine. What's the good of being bad if you can't even remember it the next morning?
When she was done dressing she saw a look of tense frustration on Miss Ostiago's face.
It's too bad you're such a prude, or I might have you do more than just watch.