Chapter 3: Rachel’s Diary

Such a memorable night at the Eden Club and felt like a princess wearing my new dress and heels! Favourable looks from men too!

Drank cocktails for the first time; pow!

Even had courage to get on the dancefloor later with Brad before Mom an me felt ready to leave.

But then Brad was in conversation with a guy at the bar so Mom went over to tell him we’d had enough and wanted to go. She came back to me... “Brad’s staying here for now and suggests we make our way back to the Cabin; what do you say darling?”

“That’s fine by me mom!”

So, arm in arm we’d made our way back, and after entering the Cabin, Linda threw the bolt on the door. “Just so we don’t get disturbed while were in the bathroom!”

“Good idea; Brad will have to knock on the door!” I said flaking out on the sofa. Linda chuckled, “Had enough for one day then Rachel?”

“If you mean cocktails; I sure have!”

Linda put on a small lamp before turning off the main lighting and the cabin was now in a soft warm glow. She came over and sat beside me.

Then I felt her hand gently soothing my back; before slowly moving up to my neck, where her fingers lightly massaged; easing the tension from my body.

“How’s that honey’?” she asked softly.

“That’s real good mom,” I replied, in a near whisper.

Linda’s hand eased down my back and began exploring further, first down my spine to the small of my back, and then beneath my arms and then stopped.

I held my breath; and I sensed she also was holding her breath.

Then her hands came up and gently cupped my breast.

“These are nice darling.”

“Mm ... but too small.”

“Hush; your barely fifteen!”

“I know.”

“Would you like some acupressure? I did some training for it once.”

With closed eyes, I nodded.

“Okay ... look, there’s a robe in the bathroom; for when you’ve undressed.” she whispered.

I’d found myself in a hypnotic mode. I rose from the sofa and went into the bathroom. I learned much later that Brad had been let in by Linda at this point, and he’d hidden in the spare bedroom!

Blissfully unaware of this deceit, I’d stripped down to my panties and reached for the white robe hanging by the shower.

In the warm orange glow of the lamp she sat wearing just her bra and panties on a fluffy mat with a pillow. She patted her hand on the mat,

“Come to Mommy.”

I nodded and pulling loose the robe, let it fall to the floor.

Her eyes ran avidly over my new curvy body in awe. “Rachel ... lay down darling.”

In just my panties I lowered myself to the mat.

“Massage oil; Lavender.” she said with a warm smile.

“Smells nice mom.”

“Call me Linda darling.”

“Shall I leave my panties on?”

“Well ... lets do a deal, ... you take off your panties and I’ll take off my bra?”