A picnic blanket to show off for all.

"Well, I'm touched," you tell Lindsay. "How can we make it good for you? Considering me, let's not try anything too athletic. Don't want to fall hard on this leg again." You tap your upper leg, where you'd taken a hit from the concrete garage floor so you wouldn't land on Patty, who had gotten away with an ankle brace and outpatient care.

Lindsay laughs. "Let's make it easy on you," she says. "You got a picnic blanket?"

"Bob, give me a hand in the RV?" you ask, nodding to the Samarian Travelers' president, who looks more than eager to see Lindsay in action, after several years acquaintance, having known Lindsay from the highway visitor's center where he and the crew used to tank up on coffee before his highway traveler's assistance runs.

You and Bob wrestle out some supplies from the RV. In a flat sunny spot goes a sturdy tarp, then a couple of blankets, then a couple of beat-up flannel sheets, with a couple of indoor/outdoor cushions if you need them. Your pal with the RV seems to have been well-prepared for outdoor fucking, despite the high-tech comforts inside. His wife had given road trips a try, but decided that at best, they were a hassle that she'd be happy to leave in her memories of youth. You could just imagine her saying, "For that price, we could have how many first-class resort trips?"

Mary bustles out with a tray with more specifically sexual supplies, namely condoms, lube, and wipes, and Priscilla adds a few water bottles. Tanya alternates between looking bored, scanning the setup, and looking out for anyone coming off the highway into the potholed old parking area for the derelict fire lookout Lindsay had picked for sentimental reasons. Eventually Bob walks her behind the RV, and they come back with Tanya looking happier and a little flushed in the face.

You free yourself of your clothing and help Lindsay out of her sundress so she can tuck it into a bundle that won't blow away on the breeze blowing across the top of the lookout ridge. Lindsay's golden curves shine in the afternoon sun as she bends over to stow her dress and undies, showing faint tan lines above her breasts and below her shoulders. She's a tasty young thing, Lindsay is, and you're pleased she finds you attractive. Attractive enough, anyway, since twice she's pounced upon your wife when you were sure that her attention would be turned your way. At any rate, Lindsay's a young lady of a stamp not likely to fake her desire or pleasure, and she's shared two very special places with you and Mary, the estate rose garden and the old lookout where she got her cherry popped. More than merely indulgent, she's been generous to you both.

"What'cha looking at, Brian?" Lindsay asks. Her smile is big and broad and two levels beyond the limits of professional niceness. Her platinum-frosted brown curls really glow in the sunshine.

"You, sweetie. You absolutely deserve an admiring audience."

She laughs and stands up, twirling her naked body round for her admirers, or observers anyhow. You'd count Mary and Bob as admirers, Tanya as an observer, and Priscilla, well, she was smiling, but you didn't have a handle on her quite yet. You can tell that Lindsay exercises, moisturizes, and wears good undies with broad elastics that don't bind and leave marks. Gal does herself well. Destined for high society, or rich society, if she gets a good step up from hotel clerking.

But you don't get much time to admire her little naked sunshine fashion show before she pushes you down onto the old flannel sheets, bites open a condom packet, and suits you up to do business, smoothing on a thick coat of lube to meet this sunny, breezy day.

"Permission to come aboard?" Lindsay says, laughing.

"Please."

Your gaze is filled by the fine young lady riding you, her bush rubbing on yours as she rocks on your cock. She's warm and slick inside and everything is right with the world. You hear Mary muttering a prayer of thanks and then a satisfied sigh. Bob's breathing gets deeper and faster as Lindsay goes to town on you. You hear a snap and a grunt, then a set of low, rhythmic sighs at the same pace as a repeated sound of skin rubbing on cloth. He's beating off.

"Come on, Bob," you hear Tanya's voice. "She's busy, I'm not."

There's a little bustle and tussle going on to one side. A hand swings down and snatches another condom packet from Mary's hostess tray. Lindsay carries on without a care in the world, beaming her bright smile down at you as she rocks and rides, picking up her own pace. Her pussy squeezes down on you and her lips twitch, then broaden into a smile again.

"I like that feeling," you tell Lindsay. "Is it feeling good to you?"

"Y-yeah, hh, ha ha ha, uh-huh," Lindsay says, her words trailing off into a laugh.

"I want you to come. I want you to remember that."

"Oh yeah," Lindsay says. "You and Mary are a dream come true."

"Dream of us whenever you like, sweetie. Especially when you touch yourself."

"F-Fuck!" Lindsay cries out. Her pussy clamps tight round your cock, and she grinds down hard on you. Her nipples are stiffly erect, pointy brown and as big as pencil eraser toppers. But she's not quite ready for liftoff.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Tanya says. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Bob likes to pick up girls, you can see. With Master Patrolman Dana Polk, he picked her up against a wall. With Tanya, she'd climbed up onto his cock and wrapped her legs around him and they were going at it with only his two feet on the ground. Respect for both of them, pulling off a freestanding fuck like that.

"Oh my," Priscilla says. "Oh my, oh my."

Lindsay's picking back up to a fast, hard ride. Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is open. Lady's about to blast off, you're sure.

"Oh fuck oh FUCK!" Tanya cries out. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Tanya UH!" Bob cries. "Uh, uh, UH!"

And then Lindsay catches hers. "Oh Brian, Brian I'm... AHHHHH!" Her hips jolt, then roll in long, slow waves. Her neck tightens and her head strains forward, then tosses back.

You last about thirty more seconds of Lindsay's orgasm ride before adding your voice to the climax chorus.

But you're not done done. After Lindsay starts sagging down toward your chest, you gently support her and roll her on her side, pinching the base of your cock to not spill.

"Lindsay hon," you say. "If you've got any left I'd love to eat you out."

She laughs. "I thought it was women who were supposed to be insatiable," she says.

"I work at it."

"That you do, honeybear," Mary says.

There's a laugh from Lindsay and a cackle from Priscilla.

Footfalls sound on the RV's entry steps and the door opens and closes.

Lindsay runs her fingertips through your hair. "I'm done," she says. "This is what I want to remember. Hold me."

You put an arm over Lindsay and pull her close. You get a nice little lie-in before you have to get dressed and ready for the tow truck to take away Lindsay's car. You gather that some of the business with Bob and Tanya was a mutually satisfying ride concluding with a broken rubber. Oopsie.

You're all tidied up and ready for the tow truck. Lindsay's going to ride down in the cab, Bob and Tanya are going to follow, and Lindsay will ride as a passenger on Bob's bike back home. You hope Lindsay's mom doesn't give her any grief, but at least Lindsay lives in her own place and comes and goes as she pleases.

After they're gone, you pack away the outdoor table and chairs and stow the tarp and blankets, holding the flannel sheets for the laundry in town.

For a 10+, picking three: Lindsay cums (+1 XP), no trouble, +1 Forward.

Roll +HOT(+1) (+0 Hot, +1 Forward) to TELL HER: 4 + 1 = 5, Miss. Lindsay's done for now.

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

• Anything cooking tonight? (STALK HER on Priscilla and Mary; +1 Cool, +1 Submissive, -1 two girls = 2d6+1).
• Otherwise roll a RANDOM EVENT and 1-3 NPCs from the One Page Solo Engine as you arrive in the swingers' RV camp.