Following my previous story regarding bringing home the waitress from the reception. This last weekend, we went on a road trip to do the photoshoot for the waitress.
The day started pretty normal. I [27M] woke up first, ate my fiancée [27F] out to wake her up, then took a quick shower together before getting ready for the day. Throughout the week, we talked with our new waitress friend [23F] and finalized a location to do the photoshoot. However, it was a couple hours out of town, which was something none of us were really excited about, but we’d had found ways to make it fun in the past. Basically, lots of road head and side of the road sex, but those are stories for a different time. This time once we had everything ready to go, plenty of water, some snacks, etc. My fiancée then picked out her outfits for the day since she’d also be joining in with the waitress in front of the camera. Together they agreed that the photoshoot would be broken into three parts, the first involving them in sundresses, the second would be them stripping down to bikinis and playing in a river, and the final part would be the sex-focused part amongst the trees. In my fiancee’s case, she picked out a bright yellow sundress and a strapless lime green thong bikini and brought an extra thong just in case. Having that all packed up in her backpack and my camera stuff over my shoulder, we made our way to the car and began our early morning journey.
Having to travel to the other side of town, it seemingly took no time at all since we had left around five in the morning. The sun was just coming up, and before we knew it we were at an apartment complex that looked like all the others around it. Once the car was parked, my fiancée texted the waitress then went into the apartment complex lobby to wait for her. Sitting back and relaxing, I kept the engine running while watching the front door. After about five minutes, the two of them walked out, and the spark between them was very much alive. They were holding each other’s hands and laughing up a storm, and seeing them both in their sundresses was quite the sight as well. What I didn’t expect, however, was that they both climbed into the back seat of the car. In seconds I had become the chauffeur of these two beautiful women, and flashbacks of the weekend prior came racing back as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the highway.
It didn’t take us very long following that before we were out on the open road racing toward our destination. Every other second I was checking the rearview mirror to see what was happening in the backseat. At first, it was everyday banter between the three of us; the girls were sitting close but were still in the process of waking up and drinking their coffees. It was all innocent fun for the most part until my fiancée started asking the waitress about the photoshoot. Starting with if she had ever been naked in front of a camera before and whether she’s taken nudes of herself. I’m not sure why but I got the impression the waitress was shy the weekend prior, but she didn’t hesitate this time around, and openly admitted that she enjoyed taking nudes and then started showing my fiancée some of the ones she had taken during the week on her phone. Now at first, I was jealous of what she was probably seeing, but I had seen the real thing the weekend before and may have also gotten one or two of those photos sent to me during the week, which my fiancée knew about, but she played it off as if it was her first time seeing them. Overall everything in the backseat seemed like harmless fun, as I focused back on the road and continued to listen in on their conversation. After checking out the photos on the waitress’s phone, my fiancée started showing off some of her professional nudes that I had shot of her to give the waitress an idea of what to expect as an end result. After that, though, the steaminess seemed to settle in the backseat, and the girls were both looking out the windows, or so I thought when I suddenly heard my fiancée squeal.
“Oh my god, you’re not wearing any panties!” She practically screamed like a giggling school girl.
“I never wear underwear under a sundress unless I absolutely have to.” The waitress then replied.
“Neither do I, but I dare you to prove it.” My fiancée teased.
Simply hearing that was enough for me to turn around just as the waitress was pulling her sundress over her head and exposing her naked body to my fiancée, and unknowingly to me as well. I was practically drooling at the sight and hated that I had to turn back to the road. Still, my peripherals were trained on the rearview mirror when the unexpected happened. The waitress undid her seatbelt, undid my fiancée’s seatbelt, then reached for my fiancée’s sundress and pulled it up over her head. Immediately I was pitching a tent in my pants, but I couldn’t stop and look at them. If I did, it would mean slamming on the brakes at over a hundred and ten kilometres an hour, with both of them unrestrained. Leaving me to be tortured by the sounds coming from the backseat, while all I could do was look in the rearview mirror.
In what seemed like seconds, the waitress had my fiancee pressed up against the passenger side door. My fiancee was holding the headrest of both the front and back passenger seats. Her legs were spread wide, one on the centre console and the other over the top of the back seat, while the waitress was between her legs eating her out. Now it’s important for me to note the windows aren’t tinted in the slightest, so as the odd person drove past, if they were high enough to see into the windows of the sedan-sized car, they were definitely getting a show. Meanwhile, all I can hear from the back is my fiancee moaning, chanting various forms of “oh my god” repeatedly while gasping harder for each breath that followed. I knew her orgasmic noises all too well to know that she was close, and like we learned about the waitress, my fiancee is also a squirter. Thank god for leather seats.
Finally having a chance to glance back again, my fiancee was just about to burst when the waitress quickly pulled away and looked at her with a sly smirk. Only being denied an orgasm makes my fiancée hornier. Before the waitress could even speak, my fiancée pounced on her. Then in the blink of an eye, was three fingers deep in the waitress’s pussy, while their lips were pressed together, allowing their tongues to fight for control. Needless to say, my fiancée quickly overpowered the waitress while locking eyes with her. The weekend prior, they had both become fairly acquainted with each other’s bodies, as my fiancee glared into the waitress’s eyes, bringing her right to her breaking point. Then like the waitress had done to her, my fiancée pulled out her fingers and started licking the waitress’s wetness off of them, making our new friend watch as she savoured the taste.
“Why did you stop?” The waitress panted.
“So that way we’re even, and because I wanted to taste you.” My fiancée answered.
“Do I taste good? I’ve never actually tried?” The waitress mentioned, which was all my fiancée needed to hear before sliding her cum soaked fingers into the waitress’s mouth.
My fiancée only kept them there for a few seconds, but that was more than enough for the waitress to moan in pleasure. Then both of them started to giggle and quickly shared another kiss with their lips soaked in each other’s love juice.
“Wow, I don’t know who I prefer the taste of between you and me.” The waitress giggled.
“Same, maybe we need to have someone be the deciding vote.” My fiancée teased, and I could feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of my head, prompting me to look in the rearview mirror.
“Am I that vote? If so, put on your seat belt, and we’ll pull over.” I instructed as both the naked women in the backseat did as I asked, and seconds later, we were parked on the side of the road.
There was nobody for miles with it still being so early. As both girls bent over the hood of the car, presenting their naughty holes to me, as I squatted down and had a taste of each of their glistening pussies. At first, I thought about making them both cum, but they were both rather tense being so exposed on an open highway when anyone could pass by and see, but that didn’t stop them from making out with each other as I buried my tongue inside them. In doing so, they both moaned into each other’s mouths before I got back to my feet to deliver my verdict. Vocally I said the waitress but speaking with my eyes, my fiancée knew she was my pick. I only picked the waitress to try and make her feel sexier and hopefully make her feel like the goddess her cheating ex failed to see her as. Needless to say, it worked when it came to her confidence during the photoshoot.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pcr8s3/mff_the_naked_distractions_in_the_backseat