HAVE CAMERA, WILL TRAVEL

They'd packed their camcorder for the trip, to shoot, you know, the usual tourist stuff.

The driving was long, monotonous across Wisconsin. Bored, horney, she reached over and began to stroke him through his pants. She felt him respond to her touch. And after a mile or so, he'd tugged down his pants, released his erection. She gripped it, and stroked slowly. She knew every ridge, every ripple of flesh. She knew his smell, and the taste of his pre-cum. She grew wet, and longed to wrap her lips around his shaft. He grew thicker in her grasp. The miles passed. She began fantasizing about taking him in her mouth and sucking him until she was rewarded with the blast of salty cum. She couldn't stand it, and from his cock straining in her hand, she knew he wanted it, too.

So she scanned the highway for turnouts, rest stops, state parks, and farm service roads. Eventually, she found one, and turned off. It was a secluded farm road, with a small brown sign pointing toward a wetland. A mile or so off the main highway, they came to the wetland. It was an empty gravel parking lot, with an outhouse, a garbage can, and a interpretive sign about birds. She took all of this info in as she scanned the scene, making sure it was perfect for her plan. Once she switched off the ignition, she could have gotten him off then and there. But the anticipation had built up too much. She wasn't going to just do it same-old-same-old. She'd been teasing him and herself for the last hour, it seemed, and here they were, in a secluded, but potentially public place. The sun was warm, the bird chirps filled the air. It smeeled of summer and trees and bushes and nature. She felt ALIVE. She felt DARING.

She looked at him with a grin. "Take off your clothes," she instructed, as she wiggled out of hers. They set up the camcorder on the tripod. And pressed record. "Let's make a real vacation movie," she said.