I need some fresh air

You are, indeed, a bit flushed. The two text messages, in rapid succession, from the horny girls in the back seat has sent your body and mind into overdrive.

“You know, Mr. Ivers, I think I just need some fresh air. I see there is a rest stop at the next exit; do you think we could stop for a bit?”

He nods and says, “I was thinking the same thing, myself. We’re probably all needing to stretch our legs.” He reaches behind him and puts his hand on his wife’s knee and shakes it. “Honey, we’re going to stop for a bit. Do you want to wake up?”

As he does this, you feel your phone buzz again. You look, and it’s another message from Kendra: “It’s not your legs that I’m going to stretch!”

Before you can respond to it, Sarah’s text message pops up on your screen: “If he doesn’t pull over soon, I’m going to climb over that seat and sit on your cock in front of everyone.”

You wipe the sweat off your palms as Mr. Ivers parks the car at the rest stop. It is a typical interstate rest stop, with a building that houses restrooms for both genders. Surrounding the building is a park-like area, with picnic tables, trees, and some walking trails.

As Mr. Ivers shuts the car off, he says, “This is good timing. I could use a visit to the facilities, myself.” Mrs. Ivers declares her intention to do the same.

“I think I’ll get some fresh air,” you say, looking toward the wooded trail.

“I will join you,” says Kendra, eagerly. I need a bit of stretching, myself.

You glance nervously at your girlfriend, wondering if she is thinking what you think she is thinking. Your musings are interrupted by a text from Sarah, who says, “Meet me behind the building. ASAP. Bring your cock!!!”

You are wondering how to respond, when Mr. Ivers says to Kendra, “You two behave yourselves out there in the woods! No hanky panky!” He laughs and rubs one forefinger over the other. His wife takes him by the arm and says, “Now Dear... don’t embarass them! They’re just enjoying a beautiful day!”

They walk off together toward the building, following after Sarah, who has darted off ahead.

You get out of the car just as Kendra is reaching your door.

“Ready for a stroll?” she asks.