Downfall/Christmas memories would be nice
From Create Your Own Story
Your mum never showed you pictures from last Christmas. You are curious if she has more pictures on her phone; it was a very nice festive event of which you hold kind memories. You search for the camera function and activate the stored images. They are sorted by date. You skip the first two pictures; your mum took photographs of your tickets in case she needed to mail them to the airline. The third image is a portrait of you, maybe from last month? No, it must be from today, because the next image is you again, at the airport of your hometown.
To be honest, you are gobsmacked. The picture shows you, sitting on your seat, in the hall. You are facing the camera, your head lowered in your book, pretending to read, your legs parted, wide enough to give the camera an unobstructed view on your pussy. You flick the picture to the side. Are there more images of you? There aren't, at least, not from today. You blacken the screen. Thoughts swirl through your mind. You remember the texts Julianne sent you. Did she take a harmless picture as memory of your vacation and then noticed your condition? Or did she deliberately take this picture before she texted you?
Julianne returns from the lavatory. You maintain a neutral face and hand her the cell. As much as you want to confront her with the picture, you are no angel yourself. You broke your mum's trust by snooping around in her private matters.
Another two hours and as many inquiries later, the airline calls you to come to their counter. Your luggage has been found. Unfortunately, it has been found at another airport. Nobody is able to explain why, but two out of four pieces of luggage you checked went in another direction. It's no use yelling at the attendants; as much as your mother does, it doesn't make your bags appear. The service people assure you the luggage will arrive next midmorning. As consolation, you are offered two coupons for a wellness treatment at a well-known spa. Julianne looks like she wants to tear the coupons into a thousand pieces, and you have to argue heavily tp make her change her mind.
At this hour, the shuttle serves only every half hour, and the bus has just passed through. A large crowd assembles during the waiting time. When the next shuttle arrives, you manage to secure a two-seater in the back. Exhausted from the day's stress, Julianne leans against you, her eyes closed. You let her rest until you reach your hotel.
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| State of Clothing | Summer dress |
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| Inventory | Panties | |
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