But as Jenna continued to sway, she began pulling the blouse up, exposing her belly, then slowly up higher until her boobs were just poking out, then quickly back down. She repeated this move several times, never flashing her full breasts, merely the underside of them. She rarely wore a bra, and this time was no exception. Her creamy smooth skin looked enticing in the low lighting.
I continued to film and snap photos, my heart racing at the risk. But I was also fully enjoying myself. And more than a little turned on.
I started coaching her. “That’s it, darlin’. You look amazing. Now spin around, show us that cute little butt of yours.”
Jenna giggled and obeyed, twirling with a flourish, then bending over and hiking up her skirt.
Again she didn’t reveal all, but enough to entice and tease and give a quick peak of her bum, the crack concealed by the strip of her peach colored panties.
She spun yet again then dropped to a squatting position, her legs now open and giving a tantalizing view up her skirt. Even in the dimness I could see clearly how her panties hugged her curves, snug enough to tease a hint of her slit.
Then she was standing and laughing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
“Hey, this was your idea, we can stop anytime,” I grinned.
“How far should I go?” Jenna asked slyly.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with I guess,” I shrugged. “But I wouldn’t go as far as stripping totally. We’re pretty isolated here, but if someone did come along, you’d be scrambling to get dressed.”
“Stop the video for a minute,” Jenna requested. “That stuff so far is tame enough that I can probably use it on Tik Tok or the ‘Gram.”
“The what?” I stared at her blankly.
“The ‘Gram. You know…Instagram?”
“Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.”
Jenna gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me. “Uh huh. Anyway, this next set will be for Only Fans.”
Looking around yet again, we still saw no one nearby. A lone car was making its way back along the ramp to reenter the highway, but other than that it was quiet.
Jenna took a deep breath. “Okay, time for some riskier stuff.”
I started recording as Jenna again began swaying and moving her arms along her body. This time when she lifted her blouse, she didn’t stop at her underboobs but continued to lift it higher while still concealing most of them with her hands.
I snapped pictures repeatedly as she moved them around teasingly, then, after glancing around again, removed her hands completely, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were already stiff and hard as she tweaked them for the camera, then suddenly yanked her shirt back down. “Someone’s coming!”
Looking back, I saw a car pulling into a parking spot. Two people of indistinguishable gender got out and made their way into the rest stop.
“I don’t think they saw us,” I said. “You wanna keep going, or…?”
Jenna looked equally terrified and excited. Instead of answering, she once again dropped to a crouch, her panties again fully in view. This time though, she reached down and pulled them up even tighter, the gusset all but disappearing between her vulva. The stretched cloth now only covered her cleft, and just barely.
I snapped pictures madly, zooming in for a closer view of her all but completely exposed pussy. I caught her eye and winked. “You look so fucking hot, princess.”
Jenna smiled then stood and turned, now flashing her ass. Her panties formed a tight wedgie, the strip disappearing between her cheeks as she bent over. I clicked away as she slowly lowered them until her entire butt was exposed, along with just a hint of her puffy pussy.
“Okay I think that’s enough,” she giggled as she straightened and adjusted her clothing.
Without warning, she charged forward and practically jumped into my lap. “Let’s get crazy,” she purred in my ear before plunging her lips to mine.
I almost dropped her phone, but managed to put it down on the bench before wrapping my arms around her and grabbing her ass under her skirt with both hands.
We made out like teenagers as she ground herself against me, my cock rising up in my jeans to meet the pressure of her as she rubbed herself against it. Glancing down, I could see her panties, the dampness visible even in the low light.
Jenna took the moment to again scour the area for onlookers. Seeing none, she brought her attention back to me, almost nose to nose as she whispered, “I’m so fucking wet right now.”
I needed no further hint or instruction. Still holding her ass with my left hand, my right delved deeper, finding her warmth. She gasped softly as my fingers slid her panties aside and plunged into her.
I teased her this way for several moments before realizing I couldn’t manipulate her properly in this position. Guiding her to lean back, I moved my hand around the front, sliding my already sticky fingers under the waistband until I fully cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand.
Jenna immediately began rocking herself against it, stimulating her clit against my palm as my fingers again found then parted her swollen labia to penetrate the entrance to her dripping hole.
Jenna struggled to control her moans and squeals as she rocked incessantly, my fingers wiggling around inside her tight walls so fast my tendons began to ache.
Jenna’s face flushed, slapping a hand across her mouth as her orgasm took her, her eyes fluttering wildly as she shook with pleasure over me. I felt her juices soak my palm as well as her panties. When I finally removed my fingers from her still quivering pussy, they were pruned and slick with cream.
“Fuck me, that was hot,” she finally managed once she caught her breath.
Behind us, a dog barked. We turned as one to see an old man letting his Golden Retriever out from the back seat of his car. He must have pulled in while we weren’t paying attention.
Fixing a leash on it, he started walking in our direction. Jenna quickly slid off my lap and adjusted her clothing, just in time.
“Nice night,” the man greeted us.
“It is,” I responded as casually as I could. “Just taking a break and enjoying the evening breeze before getting back on the road.”
“I hear ya,” he said. “Gigi here needed a break herself.” The dog woofed softly in agreement.
She’s beautiful,” said Jenna. “May I?”
“Oh sure,” he said, “she’s a sweetheart, as friendly as they come.”
Jenna went over and knelt before the panting canine, petting her head.
To my amusement, I noticed that the way Jenna was squatting beside the dog was quite probably giving her owner quite a view under her skirt. Glancing up, I could see the old man looking down at her. How much he could actually see, I had no idea. If he had indeed noticed, his face gave no clue. But he certainly wasn’t looking away.
Jenna petted Gigi for a few more moments, the dog licking her face appreciatively before pulling away and tugging against her leash, whimpering softly.
“Excuse us,” the man said, “I think she’s ready to attend to her business.”
Jenna returned to the bench next to me as they strolled away towards the nearby trees.
I slid my arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, “I think you just flashed him.”