Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 22:13:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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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