This Mother's Solution Ch. 04

The restaurant where David had made our dinner reservations was only a block away. It had been recommended to him by a friend. David told me that it was an Italian restaurant, but not in the usual sense. Spaghetti dishes and lasagna would likely not be on the menu, he said, because the food was regional, mostly from Tuscany. We walked in the front door, still bubbling with excitement from the theater. Perhaps that's what led David to do something incredibly rash as we stood in front of the maitre d'.

"The name is M******* and we have a reservation for dinner."

As he was saying this, David reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a Benjamin and handed it to the guy. I was dumbfounded, standing there speechless, watching while David spoke.

"Sir, you have before you two customers who are seriously in love with each other. We would be forever grateful if you could seat us in some extra-special, out-of-the-way location."

The man that David was talking to appeared to be just as perplexed as I was, looking back and forth between the bill he had been handed and David, not knowing what to say. Eventually, an idea seemed to strike him. His face brightened and he held up a finger, pointing in the air.

"If you two would kindly have a seat," he said, indicating some overstuffed chairs by the door, "let me make some inquiries. I'll be back shortly."

We sat there for a few minutes, holding hands, in total silence, David was looking around like he was waiting for a bus and I was trying as hard as I could not to say anything. Considering that neither of us is wealthy, this whole situation was exceedingly odd, but since I was just along for the ride, I did my best not to over-react.

The maitre d' came back, asked us to wait a few more minutes and then guided us to the restaurant's banquet room on the second floor, which was not in use. One wall had 4 or 5 floor-to-ceiling, French-style doors to the outside, one of which had been opened onto a mini-sized balcony that was obviously there for decorative purposes only. In the middle of the opened doorway, there was a very small bistro table, barely big enough to hold the two place settings sitting on top of it. This is where we were seated. A wheeled cart was sitting close by with a pitcher of water, condiments and bottles of various kinds of olive oil and sauces.

The lights in the room were not turned on but there was dim illumination from other parts of the restaurant spilling in through the banquet room doors. In addition, there was light from the city and from two large candles sitting on the wainscoting on either side of the opening to the outside. As soon as we were alone, I could resist speaking no longer.

"You know, David, I was going to tell you that you'd lost your mind, giving that man all that money, but I have to say, this is the most dreamy setting for dinner I've ever seen. Did you have any idea they were going to do this?"

"No, I didn't. . . pretty nice though, isn't it."

After a little more idle conversation, since our chairs were right next to each other, David put his arm around me and we kissed. Quite passionately, in fact. I felt his hand on my knee, which meant that the hem of my skirt was raised slightly on his wrist but I didn't feel alarmed because he didn't seem to be on the verge of doing anything untoward. Being occupied this way, neither of us were aware that our waiter had come up and was standing nearby.

"Ahem. . . excuse me" he said and held out a couple of menus towards us.

We broke our kiss but David continued holding on to me and spoke to the waiter, not looking at him but gazing into my eyes instead, his head only inches from mine.

"We won't need those. Ask the chef to make us whatever suits his fancy, whatever he thinks he makes best. . . We like anything, so whatever you bring will be just fine."

"Well. . . ordinarily we don't do that. . ." but, since David didn't seem to be paying any attention to him and started kissing me again, "but maybe in this case we can make an exception. . . listen, I'll see what I can do," and he turned and started walking away.

David broke our kiss and called after him.

"OH. . . and bring us a bottle of Chianti, please, whatever brand you recommend."

"Very good, sir."

Needless to say, everything was fabulous and maybe an hour and a half later we left, completely stuffed on things I'd never eaten before and couldn't identify now, because we never saw what they are called on the menu. Not being drinkers, with half a bottle of wine between us, we were also both drunk as skunks. The whole thing was impossibly romantic, the most wonderful meal I've ever eaten.

Our night in the hotel was loving and cuddly but otherwise uneventful. We made love before going to sleep and again first thing in the morning, before leaving early to catch the ferry. Just as you would expect, I dressed wearing one of the skirts David had bought for me, with the appropriate accompaniment underneath, which is to say, nothing at all. Luckily, on the boat David behaved himself but, while we were walking around the deck, I noticed that I was having trouble getting used to feeling cool breezes in places where I wasn't used to feeling cool breezes.

Speaking of which, it goes without saying that once we got back in the car and started driving back to the resort, David became interested in determining if his skirt scheme was working the way he had hoped. He reached across the center console and fingered me while he drove. In the few short days since I had become his conquest, my attitude about this type of thing had changed dramatically, so I wasn't the slightest nervous. In fact, I relished every minute of it, pushing back with my hips until he made me cum, giving him loud, unmistakable vocal signals that I had, using both sounds AND words.

That evening, after dinner, David and I sat on the chairs on the front porch of our cabin, watching the sun drop below the surrounding hills, and had a very interesting conversation. We reminisced about things we had lived through together, years before. After a while, our conversation became decidedly confessional. We admitted things to each other that we had never talked about.

"You know David, there's something I've always wondered. . . when you were looking at my picture that day I saw you playing with yourself. . . how long before that did you start thinking of me that way?"

"Geeeeze, I don't know. . . I'd say at least a year. . . maybe more than that."

"Do you remember why that was? Did I do something sexy that turned you on. . . what?"

"Not exactly. . . you remember Brian?"

"Sure."

"Well, I was crawling around up in the attic with him. . . actually, it was him that found those pictures dad took."

"You're KIDDING. . . you mean BRIAN's seen them?"

"Fraid so. Even before that, he must have told me a million times how hot he thinks you are. He even said he wanted to fuck you. He thought you were the hottest woman he'd ever seen. Of course, that was way before he slept with anybody. Anyway, he got to looking through those pictures and before I knew it, he whipped out his dick and beat off while he was looking at em. The whole thing got me so turned on, I did it too. Of course, I had them all to myself and he didn't so I got to bringing them down to my room. I think we went back up there 2 or 3 more times and did it again."

"God David, that sooooo embarrassing. . . he didn't make off with any of them did he?"

"No. . . he wanted to but I wouldn't let him. I was afraid you or dad would notice they were gone."

"Well, thank heavens for that, anyway. So all this started a year before I walked in on you?"

"Yep."

We continued in this vein for a while and then I offered to tell David one of my little secrets. I told him about the masturbation fantasies I had about him, before I offered to watch him play with himself, including the one where we were walking through the woods and came to a meadow where we undressed each other and lay in the sun. When I finished describing this, he had an appealing reaction.

"You know, mom, we could do that one for real."

"What do you mean?"

"We could go find a meadow and do whatever it was you dreamed about."

"Well I'll be. . . I guess we could. . . but where ever would we find a meadow? I don't know where there's one and I'll bet you don't either. It'd have to be a place without any people, not like by the side of the road or something."

"Yeah, I know. . . listen, I think I remember passing a Forest Service station just before we got here. They'd know. We could tell them we're looking for a certain kind of butterfly or something."

"Oh David, that sounds wonderful. You're going to have to be careful, young man. If we do what I dreamed about, I could end up taking advantage of you," and we laughed.

"Let me ask you something else," I said, "When you reserved our hotel room. . . you know, where we stayed last night. . . you didn't know we'd be having sex. . . so, if we weren't and we stayed in that room together overnight, would you have behaved yourself?"

"Sure I would. I wouldn't have jumped you or anything, if that's what you mean."

"So. . . listen, sweetheart. . . is this OK. . . what we're doing?"

"Are you kidding me? I've dreamed about this for as long as I can remember."

We chatted some more and then we got up and went inside. After we puttered around for a bit, I got to wondering about what we would be doing the next day.

"Would you take me out in one of those boats sometime?" I asked.

"Sure. You know it'd be fun to go out tonight, even. . . like after dark."

"I seem to remember from when your dad and I were here, you can't take the boats out after 6 or after it gets dark or something. They keep all the boat stuff locked up in that shed. Your dad wanted to do that too but we couldn't."

"Oh really. . . well, what's that? he asked, pointing in the direction of a chair across the room.

Standing behind it, leaning in the corner, there was what obviously was a canoe paddle.

"I'll bet the last guest left it here and they never got around to putting it back. Hey, mom. . . this is all we need. We could sneak down in the middle of the night and go for a midnight cruise in one of the canoes. . . what do you say?"

"Oooooh I don't know, David. . . we could get in trouble, couldn't we?"

"Trouble? What'd ya mean, trouble? What're they going to do. . . throw us in jail?"

I was resistant and David was persistent. Guess who won? Not me.

We stayed up reading by lantern light and at about 1:30 or so, David decided it was time to depart on our little adventure because a half moon was coming up, giving us just enough light to see what we were doing. Most of the canoes were in a rack but thankfully, there were a couple tied up to the dock, so we didn't have to bother with lifting one down. David sat in the back and I sat in the front facing him. Being big and muscular like he is, he had no trouble moving us along and we glided in the general direction of the middle of the lake. It's hard to estimate distances on water, especially in the dark, but I would guess that we were over a half mile from shore before David stopped and placed the paddle in the bottom of the boat. Neither of us had said a word since we left and we didn't say much afterward either. The only sound was the lapping of water against the side of the canoe.

David gingerly swung his legs over the support in front of me, took my hands and pulled me towards him, indicating that he wanted me to join him in the bottom of the boat. It was more stable when we were down there. Soon we were kissing leisurely, looking up at the night sky, marveling at how many stars we were seeing in the clear air. We were both dressed the same, wearing a T-shirt and shorts with no underwear. In his usual amorous fashion, David slid his hands under my top and was feeling my breasts and squeezing my nipples between his fingers. After a while, he lifted the bottom of my shirt and I obligingly straightened my arms over my head so he could take it off. I wasn't the least bit nervous about this because it seemed like we were in the middle of nowhere, with only some sleeping fish to keep us company. David took his T-shirt off too. After more kissing and nursing at my breasts, he lifted up his head and stared into my eyes. Even in the very dim moonlight, I could recognize that serious-hungry look of his that I had seen so many times before. He leaned even closer and whispered in my ear.

"I want to taste you."

I made no reply and we immediately started the extremely awkward process of taking off my shorts. It took all kinds of shuffling and arranging but eventually I was lying on my back with my head on a seat cushion that was sitting on top of the forward seat. My knees were resting on the cross-brace below me, with each knee touching one side of the canoe. David was kneeling on a seat cushion in the same section as my calves. By bending over the cross-brace, the object of his tasting efforts was right where he wanted it to be. To be crude, he could kiss my pussy to his heart's delight and, of course, that's exactly what he did. When things started getting really interesting, I moved my legs over his shoulders and rested them on his back. As I recall, I was just starting to feel my very first tinglings, when something odd caught my eye. There seemed to be a tiny highlight on the edge of the boat, right where it transitioned to the blackness of the night sky. For a long time I puzzled over what might be causing that and eventually I tilted my head up as much as I could, so I could see better.

Way off in the distance, there was a very bright light that appeared to be sitting on top of the water.

I hadn't a clue what this might be but just to be safe, I thought David should have a look, so I tapped him on the head. Being that he was looking down, diligently involved in other pursuits, he mistakenly took my tapping as a signal of my wanting him to redouble his efforts and he started licking and sucking on me more vigorously than ever.

"David. . . DAVID. . . there's something wrong."

He stopped, pulled away and looked over his shoulder to where I was pointing.

"What the hell. . ." he said and right about this time we both heard the unmistakable sound of an outboard motor, very faint but growing louder.

"Oh, shit. They've got a searchlight on us. I think we've been busted. . . Jesus Christ, we've got to get your clothes back on."

For the next minute or so, not wanting to raise up because of the light, we thrashed around in the bottom of the canoe while I tried to slip into my shorts. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), by the time the boat with the searchlight was pulling alongside, that was as far as we got. In a situation like that, topless is not so good but bottomless is a whole lot worse, especially since we didn't know for a while who was behind the searchlight.

Fortunately, it turned out to be the manager (Colonel Saunders, as we referred to him). Naturally, the Colonel had all sorts of things to say to us. He couldn't let us be out there because their insurance wouldn't cover any accidents we might have and where on earth did we get that paddle, since they are all supposedly locked up, and he just happened to see us silhouetted in the moonlight on the water as he was making his last rounds before going to bed and there's better places to be "making whoopee", as he put it, and so on. After he got tired of yammering and ogling my boobs while I put my T-shirt back on, he asked us to toss him our bow line and he towed us back to the dock.

When we got to the cabin, the adrenaline rush of the situation kept both of us from feeling sleepy for a while, so before going to bed, I decided to take a shower. As the soapy water ran over me, I felt a sharp stinging sensation on one cheek of my butt. When I had David look at it, after I dried off, he told me that I had a cut there and it was still bleeding. Sure enough, when we looked at my shorts later on, there was a sizable bloodstain on the inside of them. We speculated that there might have been a ragged metal edge in the bottom of the canoe and for some reason I hadn't felt it when I was hurt. This trip was making me look more like a war veteran instead of the scrumptious morsel that David presumed me to be. Scraped back, banged up knee and now this.

Feeling sorry for myself, I took a couple of prescription pain pills that I had brought along to treat this elbow condition I have that flares up now and then. In his wonderfully loving way, David also felt sorry for me and gave me a long, gentle massage until I drifted off to sleep. It was the first time on our trip that we slept together in the literal sense. That is to say, without having sex.

We didn't have sex the next day either. David allowed me the entire day to rest and recuperate. We put off our trip to find a meadow and spent the day hanging around the cabin and stuffing ourselves at the lodge with salmon and salads and great food like that. I was blessed with a couple more delightful massages and we even went for a cruise on the lake. The legitimate way. In a motorized rowboat, with cushions and plastic seats to lounge on.

After breakfast the next morning we got in the car and set off down the road, going back the way we came. Sure enough, just as David had said we would, before long we came to a ranger station and went inside to see what we could find out. The young man behind the counter wasn't very knowledgeable but he consulted an older gentleman in an office in the back who seemed to know just what we were looking for. He didn't ask why, so we didn't have to give him any phony excuses about butterflies. He said getting there would involve driving on a slightly rutted, dirt logging road and then hiking along a trail for a couple of miles to the point where there was a small creek along side. At the place where the trail joined the creek, he suggested we wade across and walk in a vertical direction through the woods. Supposedly there would be several meadow-like areas within a quarter mile of the trail. He sold us the Olympic National Forest and National Park Map, marked the spot he was talking about and traced out the route to get there.

There was a spacious place to park at the trailhead and luckily, since privacy is always a consideration, there were no other cars parked there. The weather couldn't have been better, with broken clouds and mild temperature. As we walked down the trail, something humorous came to my attention.

"Doesn't that make it hard to walk?" I joked, pointing to the obvious bulge in David's pants.

After a half hour or so, the trail sloped downward for a short distance and we came to the creek, just where it showed it would be on the map. It was easy to get across without getting our feet wet, by stepping on stones. The trees on the other side were all deciduous and easy to walk through because they were spaced far apart. It seemed like no time at all before we came to an open space about the size of a football field. A perfect meadow in every respect except one. The ground was soft and marshy. So, we kept walking, only now the land was sloping higher. We came to a plateau and a second meadow about half the size of the first. The ground was not wet at all. I sat on a log and David walked around, looking things over. When he was on the opposite side of the meadow, he stood there looking back at me, not moving for a while. My guess is that he was feeling the same nervous tension I was about what to do next, how to get things started.

When he came back, he took off the day-pack he was wearing, pulled me close and kissed me. Inches from my lips, he asked me a question.

"Are you ready for a little adventure?"

"Yes."

"I think we should go over on the other side where there's more shade."

"OK, that sounds better than getting fried in the sun."

"Except there's this one little problem. . . I've got to piss like a racehorse. . . and as long as you're around," he said, indicating the still prominent lump in his shorts, "I can't pee. Why don't you go over there and get comfortable and I'll be there as soon as I take care of this."

"Sure sweetie," I said as I walked away, "take your time."

By the time I found a nice soft spot in the knee high grass and looked back, David had disappeared into the woods somewhere. I had pictured him undressing me but not wanting to be a stickler for details, I decided to do it myself and lay down in the grass when I was done, naked to the world. A fair amount of time went by and no David. The more I pictured him trying to turn himself off and apparently not having much success, the more it was turning me on. It felt like he was giving me a sort of backhanded compliment. It also meant that there was something fabulous on the horizon although I didn't have the slightest idea what that something might be. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and I started touching myself. I knew I had to do my best to keep that touching from going to it's natural conclusion but I had to do something. The waiting was driving me crazy.

Just as things were on the verge of getting out of hand and I was arching my back, I was aware of something behind me. I craned my head backwards to see and there was David, standing there watching me! Not only that, he was as naked as I was, fully erect and he was stroking himself.

"DON'T STOP," he commanded in a very loud voice.

So I didn't.

As I continued, I reminded myself that this was the very first time David had seen me do this, which was more than a little surprising, considering everything else we had done, and what a place it was for this to happen. The surroundings were ethereal: the sky, the trees, the meadow, the birds chirping, the distant sound of the creek rushing over rocks. It was all unreal, compared to what we like to incorrectly call 'real life' in the city.

I was masturbating here just like I had when I fantasized only this was no fantasy. It was a hundred times better because, even though we weren't touching, David was here with me. My waves of passion grew and grew and eventually swept me away. My orgasm was intense. Very intense, with moaning and groaning, thrusting hips and sweat breaking out on my forehead. And then there was something even more wonderful. Just as I was looking back behind me, to see if my performance had met with David's approval, he came too!

The arc of his spurts was astonishing. What a sight it was, seeing him standing there, looking like a fountain. Some landed across my forearm, most in the grass and part went as far as my knee. The next thing I knew, he was lying beside me, kissing me everywhere and finally just holding me in his arms. We were lying on our backs, staring off into space, time not moving.

After who knows how long, the spell was broken when I felt David's hand pushing ever so gently on my cheek. He moved my head slightly, just enough so I could see that we had a visitor. A deer. It can't have been standing more than ten feet away.

Periodically it looked around, sometimes in our direction. Not seeming concerned, it would look back down and munch on the grass. I've heard that there are places on the east coast of America where a deer is considered a pest and where something like this would not be that unusual but out here in the west, a deer coming this close is exceedingly rare. We were being blessed by the best of good omens. What a fitting conclusion to our magical wilderness visit this was.

That night back at the cabin was to be the last one of our trip and we both expressed sadness that it was coming to an end. Checkout time was 11 the next morning and we resolved to stay until the last possible minute. Neither of us wanted it to be over. We made love, of course, not spectacularly or gymnastically or unusually, just lovingly and caringly. It felt as though we had become almost like a regular married couple in less than a week, except for one important difference: I had never been this much in love with either of my two legitimate husbands. I don't know how David felt about this, because I never asked him, but my guess is that he felt the same way I did.

During the drive back, we had two important conversations. The first one I started.

"You know, David, there's something we've got to get straight between us before we get back."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"Well, it has to do with how we treat each other when we're around Jessica and Ken and for that matter, everyone else we know. We can't be doing any of the lovey-dovey stuff we've been doing."

"Sure. I know that."

"I know you do but I mean, really. . . nothing at all. No footsy under the table, no kisses when we think everybody is in the other room, nothing. We can't even be looking at each other more than we usually do. It's going to be hard to keep from doing that but we absolutely have to. We can't give anybody the slightest reason to suspect anything."

"I'll do my best. I swear I will."

"Thank you sweetheart."

A short while later David brought up another subject, something which, up to that point, I had thought nothing about.

"So, tell me mom, what happens after we get back, if I want to take you out on a date?. . . No, seriously, I mean how are we going to get together?. . . You do want to get together once in a while, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I want to be with you as much as I can. . . gee, I don't know. . . motels, I guess? I can't see me coming over to your place or you coming over to mine. That would be too risky. Even if Jessica is gone or Ken is away on a trip, there's neighbors and things. I don't want to take any chances."

"How about if we get our own place?" David asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like an apartment or something."

"Well, I guess that's a possibility. Whatever it is, even if it's just a motel, it's going to have to be a long ways away, you know. We can't have anybody seeing us coming and going."

"Yeah, and whatever it is, it's going to cost a little bit, isn't it."

"Listen, don't worry about that, dumpling, I can afford it whatever it is. They're paying me more than I'm worth anyway and besides, Ken makes 2 or 3 times as much as I do. You're going to school and you need to save your money for that."

We talked about this for a while longer but never came to any conclusions. We decided to try going to a motel a few times and see about other alternatives later.

"How are we going to work out setting up a time?" David wanted to know.

"It'd be better if you call me at work. I don't want you calling me at home any more than you usually do."

"How often?"

"That's up to you, darling. Anytime you want me. . . We've got to be careful not to be away too much, though, or someone will get suspicious. Actually, now that I think about it, our work situations are ideal. Up to a point, I can get away pretty much as much as I want, as long as I don't get too far behind. You can too, except you don't get paid, so you've got to be careful that Jessica doesn't see that you're not getting paid as much as you're away."

"That's true but since she's at work mostly. . . at the same time I am, she'd have a hard time figuring that out. She knows I take time off to go to school, so I guess if I'm off more than usual, I could tell her I need the time for studying."

"You could study with me. I could be your tutor," I said and we laughed.

On several occasions , David reached over and held my hand as he was driving. One of these times, I clasped his hand tightly in mine, raised it to my lips, kissed it and lowered it to my breast, holding him against me as he squeezed me gently through the cloth. After a while, he lowered his hand into my lap, raising the hem of my skirt and slid his fingers along my thigh until he was touching my pussy. As usual, I wasn't wearing any panties.

This didn't make me leery the way it used to. In fact, I did what I could to accommodate him by taking off my seat belt, scootching my butt forward in the seat a little ways and spreading my legs as much as possible. He fingered me as we drove and I reveled in the feeling, closing my eyes as the waves of stimulation swept over me.

"Oooooh. . . oooooh David. . . you're going to make me cum."

He took this as a sign of encouragement and moved his fingers faster and faster. My hips uncontrollably pushed higher and I was over the top.

"Cumming. . . cumming. . . " and I let out a short little squeaky sounding yelp.

"Oooooh that was sooooo nice, David. . . thank you sweetheart," I said as I felt my orgasm subsiding.

For obvious reasons, David wasn't feeling as satisfied as I was.

"Listen mom, I can't take this. . . I've got to have you one last time before we get home."

I was feeling so blissful that I was inclined to give him absolutely anything he wanted but I wasn't sure exactly what that was. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, as if there was someone else in the car who might overhear me.

"Do you want me to go down on you, baby?"

I was willing to do that right here, right as we drove down the highway.

"No, I've got a better idea. Listen, I'm going to pull into the next rest-stop we come to."

I wasn't sure what that would lead to but I had enough faith in David's reasonableness that I didn't argue. I knew he wouldn't want to do anything that was too outrageous, so I didn't say anything. We drove along in silence and instead of putting my seat-belt back on, I leaned across the center console, kissed his ear a few times and rested my head on his shoulder. I could clearly see the bulge in his pants and I rested my hand on top of it, lightly squeezing now and then as we drove. I didn't want to do anything to over stimulate him. I just wanted to remind him I was there.

Twenty minutes later or so, we pulled into what was probably the last rest area before we got home. Neither of us needed to use the facilities so David drove past them and parked in the very last spot. There had to be at least 40 or 50 spaces between us and the first car that was parked next to the restrooms, plenty of distance for almost complete privacy inside the car, except as people drove past to get back on the freeway.

"Let's get in the back, mom. . . move your seat forward as far as it will go."

As soon as we were back there, David pulled me towards him and I thought we were going to kiss but instead he stopped when our faces were only inches apart and put his hands on the side of my face.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, "Get on top of me. . . don't worry, no one can see us. You can leave everything on," and we started squirming around, trying to get arranged.

David rolled on his side so that he was diagonal in the space, with his head where the back seat meets the rear window. He unfastened his belt and the top button on his pants. I lifted my skirt as high as my crotch and swung my leg over his thighs. As he tried to wiggle his pants lower, I was having trouble finding a place for my knee.

"Move your butt over a little," I asked and he did.

As soon as I was in place, I arranged my skirt so everything was covered up, just in case someone looked in. I was still up in the air as I did this, my head bent over, my neck pressed uncomfortably against the roof. Even with all of this arranging, I never did see the object of my affections but I was certain that, where ever it was, it was fully erect. Sure enough, when David's hand disappeared under my skirt to hold himself in a vertical position, I could immediately feel that it was. Unfortunately, I was feeling this with the inside of my thighs, which meant that it wasn't where we wanted it. After some relocation, when everything felt right, I lowered myself down.

Because of our unusual positioning, I was controlling everything by how fast I wanted to raise and lower my hips. When we started, I was holding myself up with my arms but I couldn't resist bending down and kissing David. I stayed that way for the rest of the time, with our torsos pressed together. After a while, I felt David slide his hands under my skirt on the back of my thighs and raise them higher until he was holding me where each cheek of my butt meets my legs. When I raised my hips, he would spread me apart and when I lowered, he pressed me together. The extra friction was thrilling.

"Oh God honey, that feels so good. . . Oh God. . . fuck me, son. . . fuck me harder. . . harder," my voice almost whiney.

And I came. Multiple times.

"Yeeeees, oh yesssss. . . cumming. . ."

The timing wasn't perfect but I felt David get there shortly afterwards. His cum shot into me in a spurt I could feel distinctly. I'm sure there were others but those I didn't feel. The strength left my muscles and it felt like I was paralyzed. I have no idea how long it was before we moved.

Eventually, I rolled off of David and, because it was too difficult to get upright, flipped open the door handle and crawled out of the car on my hands and knees, on the side away from the restrooms. As I got my legs under me and straightened up, I saw the funniest thing. A semi-truck and trailer was leaving the rest area, passing behind us just a few feet away. Apparently, the driver suspected that something unusual was going on in our car because, even though technically the truck was moving, it can't have been going more that a couple of miles an hour. As I looked up, I could see a woman in the passenger window. She had an enormous smile on her face and was waving at me.

I waved back.