A deserted picnic table

The three of you walk with your arms around each other along the concrete sidewalk through the woods. It appears that the path makes a large circle that will eventually end back at the rest area building. Occasionally, you see a picnic table tucked on one side or the other of the sidewalk. The first one has a young couple and their baby having their picnic lunch. The second one has an old man reading a book.

When you get about halfway around, you see a dirt path that leads into the middle of the circular path. You can't see anything for the trees.

"Let's see what's this way," you say to the girls.

"Okay," Connie says as she takes your arm. Loretta takes the other arm. You step off the walkway.

After about 20 feet you look back and can't see the path anymore. In another 30 feet or so, you come to a small clearing with a picnic table in it. This area seems to have been forgotten when the last upgrade to the rest area took place. The table is older than the others, though still solid. In fact, it is better built, made from steel and wood, rather then aluminum and plastic.

"This has possibilities!" Connie says as she pushes Loretta toward the table. "Get up there and spread your legs, girl!"

With a giggle, your blond girlfriend (this is the first time you've used that term in your head) hops up on the picnic table, flips up her shirt to show off her delicious mammaries, and lifts her short skirt, revealing her glistening orchid. You lick your lips for the nectar contained in there.

Meanwhile, your redheaded girlfriend unbuttons her waitress blouse, unleashing mountains of near-white tit flesh, then drops her skirt to the ground and waggles her alabaster ass at you. She bends over and licks Loretta's pussy. The farm girl moans and wraps her legs around the waitress' torso.

"Your tongue feels so good going down on me, Connie. I'm so glad you wanted to come along," Loretta says with a purr.

You drop your pants and aim your raging stiffness at Connie's backside. She spreads her legs farther apart, and you sidle up to her. She puts her hand between her legs and fondles your junk, guiding it closer to her honey pot. Once you engage the head inside her slipperiness, she plays briefly with your balls, before using that hand to squeeze Loretta's tit and pinch the nipple. The blond groans louder, and then stifles her noise, trying not to attract attention.

You grab the redhead's hips and pull back on them, while you thrust forward with your hips. You slide all the way inside the waitress, and you both grunt gutturally.

Connie stops licking long enough to say, "I'll never get tired of you hitting so deep inside me. You just fill me up and make me come so hard. Fuck me, John."