'Rest Area 2'

Exploring the rumors about a local rest area, only to discover, it was true.

Being married, I wasn't exactly in the loop when it came to the 'Rainbow Connection.' I was aware of the rumors about a local rest area only by eavesdropping on other conversations. It was rumored to be a place where lesbians would hangout looking for action.

For months I tried to bury it in the back of my mind, although, my curiosity was building. Being bisexual I found myself drawn to the idea of investigating its claims.

While my husband was at work, I carefully selected the right pair of shorts. My legs are my best asset. I stepped quickly to my car to avoid being seen by my neighbors. I gazed at my own thighs during the drive, 'what am I doing?' I asked myself.

When I arrived at the rest area, I noticed some cars parked at the far end of the lot. As I drove closer, I saw a sign that read; 'Scenic Trail' which appeared to lead into the forest. I noticed that one of the parked cars were occupied. An older woman spotted my golden hair blowing in the wind and offered a genuine smile as she sat in her vehicle. My pulse accelerated instantly. Goosebumps rose all over my thighs as I waited for the courage to exit my car.

To my right, I saw a woman take the path into the unknown, followed by a couple walking their canine. I slowly stepped out of my car and proceeded to walk in their direction. A soft 'toot' from a car horn was heard as I neared the trail. 'My oh my,' I said to myself knowing my legs were causing a stir. I heard a car door shut behind me, yet I didn't look back.

As soon as I entered the tree line it grew quite dark, in the midst of a summer day. I followed the narrow sidewalk that twisted its way deeper into the forest. Ahead of me sat a woman on a bench, alone. I swallowed hard. As I grew closer, the sound of my heartbeat increased. Her eyes were fixed upon my thighs with each and every step. 'Good afternoon,' she said with a hopeful smile. 'Hello there,' I said as I strolled past. In my wake came a wave of perfume as I breezed by her. When I glanced back over my shoulder, she was eyeing the prize.

I felt a sense of nervousness, yet my juices were flowing as I continued forward. As I rounded a corner, I saw a gazebo and several women sitting quietly inside, almost too quietly. They appeared to study me as I strolled closer. Side whispers were being exchanged. 'This must be the spot,' I said to myself as I nodded my head and took a seat in the gazebo as well.

There were five women sitting on the bench-like seating that encircled the interior of the gazebo. Being thirty-six, I was the youngest one there. Hiding behind my sunglasses I was able to observe them without being detected.

An older woman began staring at my legs, as well as the lady beside me. They saw the goosebumps on my thighs that rise quickly when I'm over aroused. 'Beautiful day,' I heard as others voiced their opinions as well. I knew those comments were just a way to halo their true intentions. I felt as if I entered the stadium during intermission, as if I interrupted them. Minutes seemed like hours.

Then, a woman to my left, raised her foot and rested it on the bench. A passing breeze lifted her summer dress enough to see that she wasn't wearing panties. NO woman would sit like that in a dress, unless she had a reason. I gulped hard, my heart was racing.

My nipples rose to attention, and fast. We all stole glances while that breeze continued to lift her dress. A suburban housewife, with her diamond ring, stood and sat down beside her. As she looked in the other direction, I saw her hand slide over and begin to caress that womans thigh. Another sitting in the corner, began feeling the breasts of the woman beside her. My heart was pounding. To appear complicit, I began to stroke my thighs as well. Like slow boiling water, the heat began to rise.

Two women seated on the same bench as I, leaned forward to capture a view of my participation. I was stunned when one of them approached me and sat on the weathered cement at my feet. She gazed at my camel-toe I was unable to hide.

Before I knew it, some womans head disappeared under that summer dress that was blowing in the wind. 'Holy shit,' I said to myself, 'she is eating her.' Another raised her top to reveal her magnificent 40DD breasts, I'm guessing. I gazed at her huge melons while some brunette began milking her lactating tits with great suction.

One woman stood and assigned herself as the 'look-out.' She purposely stood in an effort to block the view from intruders.

The woman seated at my feet began rubbing my legs. I nervously slid my shorts off and placed them beside me, close. Eyes were darting all over the place. While keeping my knees together, I raised my legs and placed my feet on the bench I was sitting on. 'Look at those legs', I heard from my right, as I slowly parted my thighs. The woman seated at my feet scooted close, really close. With no hesitation, she buried her face between my legs. I didn't utter a sound as I watched this frenzy unfold.

I witnessed a sense of urgency I had not seen before. Perhaps the risk of being caught fueled their need to be quick. Breast milk dripped from the chins of those who were feasting on those massive 40DD tits. My voice was soon added as I sighed uncontrollably. I was being ravished by a hungry wife as her diamond ring glistened in the sunlight.

Suddenly, everything stopped, 'someone's coming,' I heard. I scrambled to retrieve my shorts while others reacted as well. My racing pulse pounded in my ears out of fear of getting caught.

The six of us sat quietly while that couple with their canine walked slowly past the gazebo. The tension was palatable. As they disappeared around the bend the urge to re-engage was building.

I was stunned to learn that the rumors were true as I sat there, dripping inside my shorts. I wasn't the only housewife there. There were more than a few diamond rings in that gazebo that afternoon.

Some brunette soccer mom was dining on the other before we were interrupted. Now, she was taunting that woman with sexual tongue gestures, anxiously waiting to continue. Being new, I was afraid to move.

Down the path we saw a woman walking our way, 'does anyone know her?' I heard. 'I've never seen her', I heard, as we waited for her to pass. She was very attractive, and alone. Silence loomed as she took a seat in the gazebo.

'It's a beautiful day,' soon returned, as we all pretended to smell the air. It didn't take long until our 'visitor' began pinching her nipples as she gazed at others. In a flash, she pulled her top up for all to see. It was back on.

A sparkling necklace pendant caught my eye that read; 'Worlds Greatest Mom,' belonging to the woman who was eating my pussy again. Stirred by that discovery I began grinding my hips in circles. A treat, from one mother to another.

Those 40DD tits were out again as well, being drained by those who had a taste from something warm and sweet. I basted 'the worlds greatest mom', with an orgasm that filled her mouth with sweet nectar. I panted feeling her gentle suction as she drew my juices so delicately into her mouth. My legs visibly quivered as a result. I watched as others danced from one to another, tasting what they had to offer.

After leaving the gazebo, I pretended to stroll back down that path as if nothing happened. A strangers saliva was streaming down my inner thighs with each and every step.

A burst of excitement struck hard as I reached my vehicle, 'I didn't get caught,' I said to myself as I fumbled to retrieve my keys. The rumors are true.

I returned to that gazebo more than a few times that summer. A vast array of curious females flocked to that gazebo in search of unbridled pleasure. I too got the chance to milk those lactating monsters a few weeks later.

'The gazebo' was soon whispered among those in town who were less conservative. I once ravished a nineteen-year-old beauty in that gazebo while she texted her friend.

Perhaps the need for instant gratification outweighs ones sexual preference, up to and including, the risk of getting caught. / Carrie