Quarantined with Kell, Part IV - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part IV

... are a good son. I appreciate it.”

The phone went dead.

“Jesus,” I said. “Why didn’t she call us?”

“She wanted to talk to her mommy,” said Kell. “Lots of times when we get into tough situations, our first instinct is to call our parents. It’s natural. I wouldn’t read too much into it. Let’s call her now.”

She pulled her laptop over and we videoed Bridget.

She didn’t look good. The Bridget in front of us was not the confident, competent Bridget that I always knew. Nor was she the confident, sexy Bridget I was coming to know. Instead she was a sad, self-doubting, not-confident-at-all Bridget that I didn’t know very well.

“Hi kiddo,” I said.

“Hi Jacob, hi Kell,” she said. She was sitting in the kitchen in a T-shirt, her eyes were red. “I guess mom called you.”

“She was worried about you.”

“Are you going to come out?”

“Of course we are, sweetie,” Kell said.

“Good, I hate to be alone. Are you going to drive or fly? I hear flying is getting scarier and scarier. You should drive. Take a couple of days. I’ll survive until you’re here.”

“Are you sure? We can fly if you need.”

“No, don’t fly right now. Drive out. If you leave tomorrow morning you can be here by Saturday dinner time, with a stop overnight somewhere.”

A road trip.

The idea was a little scary in the quarantine world, but we could probably do it safely.

A night on the road. Someplace where we didn’t know anyone. Wearing masks to make sure nobody recognizes us.

This could ...

... be real dangerous.

The rest of the day was spent packing. We turned in early and were on the road first thing the next morning.

Most of the ride the first day was pretty unexciting. Kell flashed a checkout guy at a gas-n-go, but otherwise it was uneventful.

We had made reservations at a hotel a little over halfway to my folks’ place. Since we knew we might not be making many trips until the quarantine was over, we decided to do it big, and booked ourselves into one night at an expensive hotel.

When we left home Kell had been wearing a thin white sports bra, light blue yoga shorts, and a T-shirt. Before we got out of the car at the hotel, she ditched the T-shirt and walked in wearing just the shorts and the bra. When I glanced over I noticed the bra had been strategically positioned so the edges of Kell’s aureoles just peaked over the top.

I was wearing shorts and a polo. Kell reached over and opened the polo as far as it would go.

The hotel was beautiful, with a huge lobby and a cavernous space opening up over 20 floors straight up. Balconies jutted into the lobby airspace and glass elevators rode to the top. The hotel wasn’t very busy, and when we got there, nobody else was in the checkout line. A few folks loitered about the lobby. We approached the counter.

“Welcome!” the young girl behind the counter called as we approached. She handed us each a small complimentary bottle of water and began asking the usual round of questions.

“How long will you and ...