[JonThink]

My wife and I used to own a Class A motor home. We were traveling across country as fast as we could go. We left early each morning and stopped late. One night we decided to attempt to save a little money on campground fees. We had just filled our fuel tank for close to $150 dollars. It was about 12 midnight, and we were ready to grab a little shut eye. Since we were planning to head out early the next morning, I asked the station attendant if we could stay on his property for the night. He said that it was O.K. so long as we pulled behind the station and didn't block anything. I agreed and pulled to the rear of the station and stopped with the front end of the motor home toward the station's back.

It was late and there was no one around so we didn't close our front curtain (the one covering the large front motor home windshield). My wife stripped down for the night as normal in only her panties. I was still in the captain's chair recording my fuel purchase to determine our mileage. My wife reached over my shoulders from behind and down to pants and commenced to start rubbing my dick. Soon she had my member out of my pants and was on her knees giving me a blow job. My captain's chair turned 360 degrees, and I make the quarter turn to allow her better access. Pretty soon, I reached over and removed her panties. Then she started stripping me and eventually we were both naked. She straddled me as I sat in that captain's chair. She bounced up and down for awhile and then stood up. She was dripping wet, and she spread her right leg over the steering wheel where I could readily lick her juices. After giving her a good tongue licking, she lowered herself back down on my lap and pumped like wild while straddling me. After some time we both climaxed. She let me kiss all over her body as she pulled out. It was one of the best and wildest screws she had ever provided me. We both then collapsed on the motor home bed and slept until 6:00 a.m. the next morning.

As I do every morning when traveling with a motor home, I safety check and walk around the vehicle to make certain everything is in order. As I was checking the overhead awnings, I detected a security camera directly aimed from the station's roof area toward our front motor home windshield. I am not certain whether the attendant got an eye-full from that camera during our frolic or whether the camera just filmed the entire escapade. Either way, I didn't want to ask the attendant what he had seen. I never told my wife about it, because I didn't want to inhibit any future spontaneity.