Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 22:13:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rest Stop (lesbian/adult youth oral, F/g

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, F/f

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                   Rest Stop
                      By
                     Jan

	I happen to be a professional photographer, and
I had been driving home from a photo shoot in
another state.  I had been paid to take pictures of
historical covered bridges in the New England area
for a book being published about them.

	It was a five hundred mile drive home, and I
was tired by the time I was about half way home.  I
had been driving most of the night, so when I came
upon a rest stop that I had not even noticed on my
drive east because it was located in a forested area,
and all of the signs faced the west bound traffic.

	I pulled into the rest stop just off of the
interstate highway.  There were a few large semis
parked while the drivers were catching up on sleep in
their sleeper cabs.  There was only one other vehicle
parked there.  It was a motor home.

	I had plenty of choices of empty parking stalls
to select from, so I parked near the restroom.  I was
planning on emptying my bladder, washing my face,
before getting back on the road.  I checked my watch
and it was 7:00 am.

	I carried all of my camera equipment in
unassuming canvas back packs, so they would not
attract attention.  Just the same I never went
anywhere without a good camera, because I never
know when a photo opportunity would come my way.
So as I got out of my car I took a good camera that I
had the manufacturer's name removed to make it less
attractive, and locked the car door before heading to
the ladies room.

	I don't like to spend any more time in a public
restroom than I have to, because they assail the nose
with a concoction of repugnant smells ranging from
human waste to a nasty disinfectant.  I envy the men
being able to use stand up urinals.  I even go so far as
to stand straddle over the toilets, because I always
suspect that the toilet seats are filthy.  To facilitate
this procedure I had removed my panties while in my
car.  As soon as I had finished relieving myself I
washed my hands and face before making my way
back to my car.

	As I was walking to my car I heard
the sound of a door opening.  When I turned to look it
was the door on the motor home.  A very pretty
teenage girl approached me.  As soon as she got close
to me, she smiled at me and asked, "Are you a
professional photographer?"

	I assured her, "I am!"

	"What kind of photographer are you?" she
asked.

	"I mostly take pictures of historical buildings
and such for publications, but my hobby is taking
pictures of teenagers much like you!" I said.

	I was also studying how she looked.  She was
dressed in blue short-shorts faded from many-many
washings, and a simple white halter top, that was just
wide enough to cover her small breasts, and she was
barefoot.

	The girl said, "I know of a nice place to take
some pictures.  I can show you!"

	How could I refuse such an offer, so I followed
her along a trail into the deep forest behind the rest
stop.  The girl led me to a stone wall about two feet-
tall that over looked a very scenic woodland vista of
unparalleled beauty.  The area was a pretty good
sized clearing.  I asked the girl if she would care to
pose for me, and she was quick to agree.  I had her
strike poses next to a tree with thick bark.  I
thought it was an interesting contrast, the rough
bark against the soft smooth skin of the girl.  I had
her lean against it with one knee bent.  Because she
had long dark hair I had her turn her head quickly, so
that I could get her hair flying wildly and framing her
sweet face.  I didn't even have to ask her to take her
clothes off.

	She offered to take her clothes off for me.
She removed the halter top first.  She showed off
her tits like she was very proud of them.  She felt
them, lifted them and pulled on her nipples for the
camera.  She pulled off those short-shorts too!

	The little pink panties were so small they must
have been bought when she was no more than a child.
She was just old enough to have started growing
pubic hair, but the panties were so small that some
dark hairs were peeking over the top of the
waistband.  She danced around making a lot of
suggestive poses.  My camera was a digital one so I
was able to take over a hundred high quality pictures
of the girl.  She even removed her panties for my
benefit.  While she posed on the stone wall she
spread her legs and actually masturbated without
being asked.  I was still taking pictures of it all.

	I was sitting on a comfortable stone while
taking pictures.  I was too busy framing the pictures
to make the best composition possible.  I completely
forgot that my panties were in the car.

	Obviously the girl had gotten several beaver
shots of my pussy during the time.  After she
brought herself to an orgasm, she approached me,
and knelt before me.  My skirt was above my knees,
and she simply spread my legs, and sat back to study
my pussy.  She moved her face between my thighs
and started lapping at my pussy.  She even took my
clitoris into her mouth and sucked on it like it was a
nipple or a small cock.  All I could do was lie back and
enjoy having this sweet looking girl eat my pussy until
I had a strong orgasm.

	When I recovered I led her to the wall and
sucked her pussy while clinging to her small breasts.
I sucked her pussy until she let out a wild orgasmic
cry of pleasure.  When she recovered she put her
clothes back on, and we headed back down the trail to
the rest stop.

	When we were near the restrooms we heard a
woman's voice calling out her name.  As we rounded
the building from the ladies room side of the building
we saw her mother standing in the open doorway of
the motor home.  As her daughter approached the
vehicle the woman stepped down to greet her
approaching daughter.

	I gave the girl my business card with my e-mail
address on it.  The girl asked that I send her copies
of the pictures.  She scribbled her own e-mail
address on another of my business cards and gave it
back to me.

	As the girl joined her mother I got in my car,
and continued my trip home.  I had pleasant memories
of my morning rest-stop to think about on my drive
home.  I couldn't think of a more enjoyable way to
rest before driving home.



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