In the garage

Daphne groaned softly as consciousness returned. Although she did not imbibe to excess on a routine basis, the redhead was familiar with the sensation of being hungover. It certainly felt as though she were suffering from a hangover. Despite the fact that she was lying flat on her back, her stomach was doing flip-flops. Her head was spinning. The spinning got worse when she actually opened her eyes. The light from the late afternoon sun streaming through a small window on the other side of the room made things worse. It started her head pounding.

Daphne immediately closed her eyes again. The way her right hand rested on her right nipple, the way the fingers between her love lips rested on her clit, and more importantly, the way they moved across her most sensitive spots with every breath she took helped to make her forget her queasiness. They eased the pounding between her temples.

Without warning, the fingers fondling her love button stopped. A moment later, she felt the flesh under her fingers shift. At the same time, she felt the fingers fondling her drive deep between her legs. They hit an especially sensitive spot. The redhead gasped and bolted upright. She felt her own fingers slide inside the tight twat she had been touching. They slid in well past her first knuckle, all the way to where they met her hand. That drew a gasp from her left.

Daphne immediately looked to her left. Her right hand went to the floor to help her maintain her balance. Velma was sitting next to her. She was naked except for her orange knee socks and brown loafers. Daphne felt her cheeks become as red as her hair as she realised her hand was pressed against her partner’s crotch. It didn’t take a genius to realize that if her hand was between Velma’s legs, it had to be Velma’s hand that was deep inside her pussy.

Velma’s cheeks turned just as red as she realized the same thing. After a moment, they both removed their hand from the other’s vagina. Despite their embarrassment at the intimate contact, neither minded that their breasts ended up pressed against the other as they helped each other stagger to their feet.

“I think we’re in a bit of trouble.” Daphne observed. A quick search of the garage had proved fruitless. The two car garage they were in held a single midsize sedan. It was locked. There were plenty of gardening supplies scattered about. Aside from a pair of heavy duty gloves, there was nothing that could be used to cover themselves. Velma’s socks were too short and Daphne’s stockings were too sheer to provide any sort of modesty. A single pair of hedge clippers was the only thing that even looked like a weapon. They were too unwieldy to effectively threaten someone.

“At least we’re not locked in.” Velma answered. She raised one of the large doors that allowed cars to enter. Cautiously they stepped out and looked around. They stayed close to the garage door so they could quickly duck back in if they saw anyone.

To the left, the backyard was empty aside from a squirrel digging in the garden. It was fenced so that it was unlikely any of the neighbors would see them unless they got right up to the fence and looked in.

To the right was a cemetery. The rows of headstones were clearly well tended. However, it was clearly empty of living people as well. As near as they could tell, the farmer’s field beyond the cemetery was empty as well.

In front of them, the Hartingford’s house blocked most of their view of the street beyond. The driveway lay between the house and the cemetery. A plain white van was parked in the driveway facing the street. It’s back doors were open. They showed that it was mostly filled with cardboard boxes.

Before they could even think about checking it out, a man came out of the house’s side door. He placed the box he was carrying in the van. He closed and locked the van’s doors and turned around. He spotted them immediately.

“Miss Hinkley, Miss Blake, you’re awake.” he called out, “Won’t you come inside and join me inside.” He held open the door he had just used invitingly. The girls hesitated. They edged back towards the safety of the garage, even though it had no way for them to escape if he chose to pursue them.

“You are free to leave if you want.” he said with a wave of his free arm in the direction of the street, “However, I have a proposition for you, and it is a bit brisk out here to be discussing business in the buff.” Both Daphne and Velma immediately covered themselves with their hands in an only partially successful attempt to regain their modesty. They looked at each other. It only took a moment for them to make a decision on what to do. They nodded at each other and stepped away from the garage.