Chapter 9

“By the way”, I said to Madi when we were a few miles from the Turnpike terminus, “It might be a good idea to put on your panties and skirt. We’ll be slowing down to pay tolls and then driving on two-lane roads with a lot of traffic. We don’t want some cop to look in and ruin our lives.”

Madi had wiped most of my cum off her skirt with about half a box of Kleenex, but it was still spotted badly and needed a wash.

“I’ve got it covered, Jack,” she said. Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out a loop of white material measuring about five inches across.

“What”s that, a headband?”

“No, silly! it’s a skirt!”

The little ginger slipped the stretchy fabric over her feet, sliding it up her legs until the top slipped over her butt. Surprisingly, the stretchy fabric elongated enough that, being held above and below her buns by its stretchy material, it looked like it would just barely keep her from being hauled off to juvenile court if she were standing. Seated, all it did was make the view of her slim thighs and bare mound even sexier.

She reached over and lovingly caressed my crotch. “Think you can handle this until we get to our hotel, Boyfriend?”

“I’m glad I’m only three times your age, brat. If I were any older, I think it would kill me!”

“You just go ahead and figure you never had a girlfriend in your life, Jack, ‘cause I guarantee you’ve never had one like me,” replied the teen.

“That’s for sure,” I agreed.

“And don’t let the age thing bother you, either. We only need one adult in this relationship. That would be me.”

“Yes’m!”

Madi decided to take another little nap, but before she closed her eyes she reclined her seat, and, pulling her “skirt” up around her waist she covered it with the seatbelt, giving the appearance of being naked from there down. Then she pulled her top up above her small breasts and tweaked her nipples until they were standing up like hard little raisins.

“This will give you something to think about,” she said, stroking her vulva. “You can pretend I’m your prisoner, and you’re whisking me away to be your sex slave! But no touching, you might wake me up.”

<Holy Gods, Leah, what have you done to me?>

Madi napped for about half an hour. I let her sleep as long as I could, keeping a fairly careful eye on the road. With the barely-adolescent sex goddess completely exposing herself next to me, it was hard to keep my mind on driving. Nonetheless, the time flew by, and when she opened her eyes we were almost to Key Largo.

“Best you cover up, my naked dumpling,” I told her.

“I’m no dumpling,” she replied. “I’m gonna be long and lean like Mom, and you’re going to make sure I get lots of exercise, so’s I stay that way. No rest for you, mister! Me and Mom are going to keep you lean and mean, and Elle will help, too!”

<Jesus, she’s not only the image of her mother, she has the same smartass wit and she’s just as bossy – it’s deja vu all over again!>

“Hungry, Babe,” I asked. “there’s a place just before Key Largo where I like to eat.”

“Babe. I like that, Jack! You can call me that all the time! It sounds sexy, and I could be your niece, or your daughter, or your woman.

“Wherever you want to eat is fine with me,” she giggled.

I ignored the innuendo. “The place is called Blackwater Siren. You can sit outdoors in a screened-in chickee hut and watch the bay while you eat,” I said. “The food’s great. We’ll stop there.”