<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Car<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Eager for home!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The last few minutes in the dressing room passed like a hazy dream for Celeste. She'd been given orgasms by other people before -- mostly Mar and Erin -- but never in a public place, never like this. It turned out to be a lot for a young and inexperienced girl to handle. Not, Celeste thought as she approached her climax, that that was a bad thing at all.<br/><br/>She barely managed to hold off when Erin commanded her to wait, struggled even more to keep herself from screaming out when she finally did get permission. Celeste wasn't even sure how much she'd succeeded at that last. She had no intention of asking, either. In some cases, ignorance really is bliss. She shuddered through the pleasure, convulsing in her Mommy's lap, legs squeezing shut, then flying open again, shut open. Bliss. Heaven. The best orgasm she'd ever had.<br/><br/><em>Yet.</em><br/><br/>"Mommy." She whispered a gasp when it was over, eyes fluttering briefly shut then back open. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She reached up, wiping her brow. The back of her hand came back slick. Then, taking a deep breath in through her nose, out through her mouth, she grinned.<br/><br/>It was on wobbly knees that she followed Erin out of the fitting room a minute or two later. Blessedly for her, she didn't notice the blushing saleswoman in the hallway on their way out. If she had, Celeste's face would have been equally as red. More red. She did not have the same self-assuredness that either of her new parents did.<br/><br/>Much more difficult to ignore was the older woman at the checkout. Impossible, really.<br/><br/>Celeste's eyes widened first at the knowing look on her face, and then a little more at her brazen comments. It was the offer to teach her some 'real discipline' that had Celeste inching over to put her Mommy's body between herself and Rose. "<em>Real discipline?</em>" Celeste mouthed to herself. She hadn't completely hidden herself from the older woman's view, just enough that, if she needed, she could quickly vanish behind Mommy's larger form.<br/><br/>Realizing that Rose was still looking at her, Celeste lowered her eyes and began to bounce nervously from one foot to the other. She doubted that either Erin or Mar would actually let another person discipline her. But doubt was not certainty. She had agreed to submit to their authority. Not that they could<em>force</em>her into anything; she had her safeword. That was only for when she really needed it, though. She doubted a session with this Rose lady would qualify. There wouldn't be any sessions with her anyway, Celeste reminded herself. Still, the older woman frightened her in the same way that a strict, old-fashioned teacher might frighten a naive little girl in her classroom.<br/><br/>On the way out of the store, Celeste held a tight grip on her Mommy's hand. Near the door, she peeked over her shoulder back at Rose, whose keen eyes locked instantly onto her own. Celeste gasped, then quickly spun around, hurrying up her step when she did, only slowing once they had put the store behind them.<br/><br/>"Are we going home now?" Celeste asked once Mommy had finished putting their things away in the trunk. She'd untangled herself from the seatbelt shoulder strap, putting it uselessly behind her back. Now only the waist-strap was keeping her in place.