(Part III)

Kelli and I walked into the restaurant and were seated quickly. As the hostess led us through the restaurant, I spotted a cozy booth in a dark corner and asked her if we could be seated there which the hostess readily agreed to. As I walked behind Kelli to the booth, I watched her curves move with grace as she took each step. It was surprising that this was the same girl that was sitting across from me in the car a short while ago pleading with me to slide my cock out so that she could snap a picture for Jessica. Although I may have played like I was hesitant, there was really no way I could have said no to Kelli, especially when, as part of the negotiation, she agreed I could get a picture of her.

We had pulled off on one of the few off ramps along the route in dessert between California and Nevada where the road from the off ramp leads far off into the deep abyss of the dessert. We still had some sun left and no sooner then I had stopped, Kelli was smiling and asking to see my cock. The sound of those words coming out of her mouth was a huge turn on for me. I needed to get all I could out of the experience. I slowly and shyly pulled down the zipper, undid my belt and slid my pants down just enough so she could see a the bulge in my underwear. I watched her face for a reaction.