We both pick up a great rhythm, as if we’ve been partners for years. Either I must be better than even I thought, or Kayla’s pent up sexual energy for the last couple of weeks overcomes Kayla. She grabs handfuls of my hair as she pushes her hips out and leaves them there. Her distinct moans are now a series of squeaks and squeals as I feel her thighs try to crush the sides of my head while her hips vibrate intensely.
Her squeals give way to silence as I suddenly can’t even hear her breathing. Then BAM, she gasps for air as she takes deep breath after deep breath.
“Oh my God Mr. Will!” She sighs as I finally come up for air and witness her toss her head back and lay her forehead against the window, still trying to control her breathing. “What the fuck was that?!” She says in a way that I take as a compliment.
I stay on the floor, with a hand on the top of each of her exposed thighs as all I can do is to slide my eyes up and down her firm, young body, just soaking her up.
Kayla finally looks around, seeing other drivers and passengers and families walking to and fro, seemingly oblivious to the feelings Kayla has flowing through her head and body.
“Oh shit. What now?” Kayla blurts out.
I instinctively pop my head up from between her thighs and look over my shoulder and out the front windshield.
I see my own little Emma with a monster grin heading back towards the truck with Mike in tow. They’re holding hands as if they themselves are father and daughter.
Though I have no reason to feel this way, I quickly button and zip my pants up, noticing my cock is rock hard in the process. As I squirm to get back up and into my seat, Kayla gently slides her panties and shorts back up as well. We are both barely back into our seats and dressed as Emma hops into the truck just ahead of Mike and says, “Go!”
“Go?” I replied to her, “What’s the hurry?” As I retrieve Kayla’s shirt from the window and toss it back to her.
Mike, sliding in next to me and throwing his seat belt on. “Well I’d never be one to say anything negative about your little Emma…. but I think her big mouth might have got us caught.”
I look up at her through my rearview mirror.
She can’t help but to look back at me, giggling… “Well nobody warned me it’d be that big!”
Kayla now bursts out laughing, “Tell me about it!”
Emma continues, “I tried to be quiet… I really did… but yea, I don’t think I was quiet enough… so some Karen mom scolded us through the door… saying that she knew exactly what was going on and that she was calling the cops… so yea, we need to go!” She laughs.
I just roll my eyes and shake my head at my little drama queen as I put the truck into reverse and begin to leave.
“Shit!”
Sure enough as I almost reach the exit for the rest stop, a State Trooper is pulling me over.
As I pull over and put the truck in park I remind everyone. “Just relax, we’re just heading to camp, no need to lie about anything that just happened except the obvious.”
As I turned my attention back to the rearview mirror, searching for the trooper, I saw him as a cold sense of fear draped over my body. I’m way more nervous than I should be.
I watch as the trooper walks up to my window as I lower it. “Can I help you Sir?”
“Yes Sir, I’m Trooper Madison, and the reason I stopped you today was that we had a strange call about some….” he looks over to Mike and finally into the back seat. “Some… illicit activity going on.”
My blood goes even colder, “Well we’ve only been here for a minute, just a quick stop… we’re taking our daughters up to State college for cheerleading camp.”
The trooper continued to look us over, “Do you two have an ID?”
Mike hands me his, which I add mine to as I hand them over. “Girls, could you meet me at the back of the truck?”
I look at them in my rearview and nod. Emma and Kayla look up towards us for a lifeline but there is nothing I can say now. They both get out on Emma’s side and head towards the back of the truck. The trooper follows them, our IDs in hand.
As everyone reaches the back of the truck he asks, “Ok, full names and dates of birth ladies”
Emma looks at Kayla before stepping up and answering first, “Emma Marie Marsh… April 21, 2005.”
Kayla follows Emma’s lead, “I’m Kayla Leigh Fisher, Dec 5, 2004.”
The trooper writes down everything as they say it. “Wait here please.”
He returns to his car for a moment. I’ve been watching in my rearview. “We’re good… we’re good” I try to reassure Mike. “We’re just two dads with two daughters heading to cheerleading camp, there’s no way he can prove any more than that.”
“You better be right” Mike says as he watches in his rearview mirror.
The trooper finally steps out of his car. He walks past the girls and back to my window. Speaking softly he says, “I’m sorry about this Mr Marsh, Mr Fisher.” As he hands us our IDs back.
“The call on this didn’t make sense anyways. The caller said a couple was having sex in the bathroom but also said that they were engaging in a sex act in a white truck. And I’m pretty sure you can’t be in two places at once. Add to that they mentioned a white truck… well thats why ya’ll were stopped. I’m really sorry about this, there’s no way that it was either if you two. So y’all are free to get your girls off to camp! Y’all have a nice day.”
He turns and leaves us, walking past the girls, “You girls go kick butt at camp.”
“Yes… yes Sir!” Emma says surprised.
The girls scurry back and up into their seats in the truck. I put the truck in gear and head towards the highway, wanting to put all the distance I can between us and the trooper.
“That was close… a little too close. If we’re… if we’re gonna keep having some fun, like we just did, we have to be more careful. Oh, and nobody can know, no friends, nothing on line… if we all got caught… well it’d be bad… got it?” I ask the truck.
“Got it?” I repeat my question a little more seriously than I had intended but I finally get some mumbles in agreement.
To lighten the mood I offer my right hand up, “pinkie swear.”
Mike grins at my suggestion and we all four pinkies swear to be more careful in the future.
We drive in silence for a few minutes. I exchange a couple of awkward glances in the front seat with Mike but as the moments pass we both nod and seem to warm up to each other. However in the backseat, Emma and Kayla can’t help but to start texting again.
Emma: OMG!!!!!!!
Kayla: I Know!!!!
Emma: I mean fucking your Dad in a dirty bathroom stall wasn’t on my list of things to do today… but OMG!!!!
Kayla: LOL! I just blew your Dad and his huge dick! Then got the best head OF MY LIFE!!!!!
Emma: I swear your Dad was only half in me, he’s so fucking long!!!
Kayla: So that’s why you couldn’t keep your mouth shut? You almost got us caught!
Emma: Seriously… when I first laid eyes on him and he let me put the condom on, I didn’t think he would fit in there!
Kayla: So we’re gonna keep doing this right? I mean, that wasn’t a one time thing or anything right?
Emma: Oh we are SO doing this again!
Emma finally leans up on the seat between Mike and me. “So we’re like not going to camp right!?”
I smile over at Mike who replies in kind. “I was just thinking about that…”
Mike looked upward for a moment, “well if we had ‘car trouble’… and we all kept to the script… I bet we could buy ourselves a good day or two with Christie and Sarah.” He mentions our wives and the girls’ moms.
Emma’s eyes light up as Kayla now squeezes in and joins her, “Yes!”
“Please Daddy!” The girls whine.
“Ok, so here’s the plan… When you girls call and text your Mom, all you know is that the check engine light was on and it sounded bad. As for you and me Mike, the light came on, and it started running rough. We pulled over at the first exit where there was a mechanic…Now it’s Sunday afternoon, they can’t really get in there and diagnose it until tomorrow, and then maybe another day to get a part and to actually fix it. So in the meantime, we’ll get a hotel… and whatever happens, happens… we will still need to call and check in periodically. Most of all we gotta all be in this together!”
Emma playfully adds, “well hopefully I won’t blurt out how it’s the biggest one that I’ve ever seen!” As Kayla playfully slaps her arm.
“So you’re admitting that you HAVE seen at least a couple!” I call her out playfully.
Emma’s face turns a little red, “well maybe one or two before Daddy.”
“That’s OK Honey… we just can’t tell Mom about THIS one!”
Within minutes I’m excited again and heading towards a motel along the highway.
To be continued…
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