Life in the Middle Lane
Part II
Aahlu
Part II
by
Aahlu
Then Jen moaned and the man mumbled something softly. His fumbling had finally 'woken her up'
"Your….friend said…." the man began, addressing Jen awkwardly.
"Mmmmmm?" Jen murmured pretending to be sleepy.
"Your….friend said you would ….make love to me" the man stuttered awkwardly, convinced that it would never happen.
"As soon as we can get off the motorway and find somewhere to stop I will" Jen reassured him.
The man laughed dryly. "I can't believe it……"
"I told you it was your lucky day, didn't I?" I said. "And so it is!"
I had to attend to my driving again then. That time of the afternoon with is notorious for accidents and the last thing we needed was to be involved in one. We'd done well so far, keeping to the speed limit and driving sensibly, well there was no point attracting unnecessary attention.
Jen said something which I did not catch and the hitch hiker, sitting sideways in his seat, began to explore her jewellery collection again.
After five or six miles the gleam of a junction board came up. Soon after that we took the smallest of the roads off the roundabout at the top of the slip. I had no idea where we were but knew that somewhere the right place waited, if only we could find it. Winding country roads can be a bugger if you don't know where you are going and we drove several miles along this particular one without finding anywhere suitable for our needs. The autumn afternoon was lengthening and soon it would be dark. Jen was making disturbingly loud noises by that time, so, it was with a sigh of relief that I pulled into the layby which suddenly loomed into view, a long, hedge screened stretch of bypassed old road.
"This will do nicely!" I said turning off the engine and opening the door.
"Where are we?" our hitchhiker asked tremulously, his clothing in disarray.
Self consciously he drew back from Jen as the interior light came on. The fondling and fiddling had not all been one sided after all by the look of it.
"I have no idea!" I said "But it is alright for what you want, isn't it?"
On the back seat Jen laughed roundly. She was full of herself now, I could tell. The way she always got when she was excited sexually. His crude fondling and fiddling had served only to heighten the state of arousal she'd already been in for most of the day. Now she was ready for anything!
"It will do nicely!" she agreed reaching for the tartan blankets.
It had grown quite dark by now, dark enough to hide the worst of the rubbish usually found in such places but not too dark for us to see what we were doing. Besides, we did have the interior light.
Jen opened the door on her side and got out and arranged the travel rugs carefully on a surprisingly rubbish free part of the grass verge while our man watched with growing incredulity.
"Do you really want me to fuck you? He asked at last, his voice husky with desire and confusion.
I think he still had an idea we were somehow going to trick him. He watched avidly as Jennifer took off her coat and handed it to me.
"I bet you're a man who like it doggy style" she suggested to him.
"I……oh er……yes!" he said eagerly. "Any way, all ways, I don't mind!"
"Doggy it is then!" Jen chortled kneeling down. It was her favourite starting position with a man.
Luckily she was far enough away from the car not to be hit by the door when he flung it open in his haste to get at her. Undone his trousers slipped and hindered him before he was halfway out of the door. Exasperated he dragged at them indecisively. Whether to take them off completely or just let them bundle up round his ankles was his immediate dilemma. I think any man in that situation is always at a disadvantage. Restricted in his movements and distracted by what was on offer he blundered towards Jennifer awkwardly. I could almost hear him drooling underneath the swearword he grunted when he tripped on the broken kerb, almost feel the eagerness in his hands as they remoulded the curves of her buttocks, sense the excitement he felt when he realised he was actually going to fulfil one of his most cherished dreams. A young, startlingly different sexy girl and around that way too! His wife had never allowed him to make love to her like that even in the darkness of their bedroom. She said it was crude and animal like and the very idea embarrassed her because he could see her arsehole. In short she reckoned it was 'dirty'. The idea that her husband might derive pleasure by seeing that part of her had never occurred to her. Such is life for some!
Now, as Jen thrust her backside towards him he finally knew, without a shadow of doubt that it really was his lucky day.
I sat in the open door to watch them, Jen herself turning her head to grin lopsidedly but I don't think he was even aware of my existence once he'd got started. Such is life for others!
For a while he kept himself almost completely inside her as close as he could, then Jen moved, grunted and I caught sight of his shiny wet prick. She was showing off to me, I knew, something she'd always delighted in. As did I when it was my turn to do it.
Another car went by just then, slowing as it's headlights caught the Sierra's reflectors briefly but our friend was too far gone to worry about the possibility of being caught. For a moment I worried it might be a police patrol car but as it passed I saw it was an out of date foreign car at least as old as ours. Another couple in search of a quiet place perhaps, I thought to myself. Well they could have stopped here. There is plenty of room and we wouldn't have minded. I wasn't so sure about our hitchhiker friend though. He was already beginning to puff and pant!
I must say Jen acted thoughtfully and patiently by not hurrying him. Her little noises had become progressively louder and hoarser and her words of encouragement increasingly cruder but it became apparent he was running completely out of steam. This was one of the eventualities we had talked over when we'd planned these escapades. Men are so unreliable, don't you think? Especially when they perceive their manliness is under threat.
We had several ways of bringing such a situation to an end, most of which employed some form of masturbation. In this instance that would not be necessary I could see, but of course our friend wasn't to know that. So I stood up, brushed my skirt down with my hands before sitting down again and moments later Jen wriggled, caught hold of him and said
"Why don't you lie down now so I can sit on you?"
Poor sod! He was sweating freely and needed no persuasion! Well that is one signal we've both remembered, I said to myself. We will use it again!
Jen stood astride him for a moment, looking down with her feet apart, her body gleaming like some marble effigy in a cemetery in the pale glow of the Sierra's interior light. I am certain that vision alone was enough to restore the blokes flagging equilibrium, lying as he did, on a couple of cheap travelling rugs in a disgustingly sordid layby somewhere in Devon with heavenliest view imaginable displaying itself for his pleasure.
Yes it is Jen's favourite position, I've told you that. What I haven't told you is quite how she does it. You have be slim and athletic you see, both of which she is and you have to be an exhibitionist too, and with Jennifer there is no question of that either. So she bends her knees and leans forwards over him and invites him to play with her breasts. Which he does immediately, going for the rings in her nipples straight away. Well wouldn't you? Her breasts are not large, palm sized hemispheres at the most but with larger, darker aureoles than you'd expect, the gleaming niobium rings finishing off her already quite prominent nipples splendidly. So she bends lower and he reaches, he tugs and she whimpers, all to good effect. He wants to play with the rings in her pussy too but she won't let him, wants to shove his fingers inside her but she twists her hips away from his hand when he tries to, holding herself too far away to be reached until his hand goes back to her nipples again. The athletic part comes in the way she lowers herself while at the same time reaching for and holding his prick in exactly the right place. It is a fantastically erotic sequence of movements to watch and even though I'd seen Jen go through them probably a score of times my hand still strayed to my own crotch anyway. I'd have taken my panties off at the service had I known what was going to happen, but this time, of all times, picking up our hitchhiker was entirely unplanned.
"Look!" Jen urged pointing to me.
"Ohhh
godddd!" the hitchhiker groaned hopelessly.
Then, with the man not knowing whether to stare at her or at me Jen eased her crotch lower and lower until she'd entirely engulfed his prick.
The noises he made then were unbelievable. Animal like and crude with naughty little boy phrases thrown in for good measure.
He was not long for this world, I could tell, the question was, would he come before Jen gave him a heart attack! Had he been younger there is a chance I might have joined in with them, it would not have been the first time. As it was this poor man had his work cut out keeping up with just the one woman without a second wanting a piece of him as well! The last thing we wanted was a corpse on our hands!
So I pulled my skirt up high and let him have a good look at my own collection of pussy jewellery while I played about with myself a little. He was even noisier then, in the sweet moment when he came, his body jerking and writhing, his hands wanting to hold onto everything while both lifting her and dragging her closer at the same time. Incoherent, I think that's what you'd say he was, although he did call out some name or other, probably that of his wife I suppose whilst denying to one and all that he was coming at all. His moment of glory was all to brief, which is not unusual for most types of men. Jen, I knew, would just have been getting into her stride by the time he was spent, but as I say, that is all we can expect from most men. No I am not being cynical, I am being realistic! That is the way it is, the way it has always been, at least for as long as I can remember. He lay quiet, breathing deeply while Jen made a big fuss of him, leaning to kiss him and whisper little lies, those sweet little lies woman are so good at. No I am not being cynical this time either! I'm still being realistic. Jen had got what she wanted and so had he. More than enough to last him I reckoned, by the look of his inert body. But I'd had to be content with a good long fiddle and the knowledge that Jen and I would get it together later. And if that is being cynical then I am sorry. That's just the way it is.
He didn't doze for long however; almost as soon as Jen got off him he wriggled onto his side, onto his knees, and got up. And bloody hell! Didn't he sound sheepish then! Conscious, I suppose, of all the row he'd made he began to make some excuse or other straight away. Well I was having none of that, told him not to be silly, to get himself together, in the nicest possible way then, to hurry up!
"We have a party to go to in Truro!" I said, completely off the cuff "So we must not be late. Old friends you know!"
He nodded, gazing wildly at me as if still not believing what he'd seen while a blatantly naked and uncaring Jen picked the travelling rugs up.
"Truro!" he said "That's nice! Which way are you going after Exeter?"
"Oh I thought we'd take the A30" I said.
The man nodded, fiddling with his zip, shoving his shirt tails down at the back.
"That's the only way really. If you are in a hurry that is……"
Yes I could tell what he was thinking. He was trying to work out a way to meet up with us again.
"Come on!" Jen said "Lets get going or we'll be late!"
"Well……" our friend began awkwardly "I don't suppose I'll see either of you again……"
I shook my head firmly. "It was your lucky day" I told him "Don't go spoiling it by wishing for it again!"
Oh I don't know how many times I've said something similar to disappointed men. Almost without exception they want to see us again. Some give us their visiting cards, phone numbers, addresses even. Oh dear! Men! Sometimes you can't help feelling sorry for them! So he got in the back along with the travelling rugs, now smelling strongly of his sweat and the muck of the layby while Jen slipped he coat back on and got into the front. We clicked our seatbelts, I fired up the engine, put on the lights and we got under way.
"Well……" he began again, leaning forwards between the seats. "What can I say?"
Here we go, I said to myself. In a moment he is going to cry and ask if he can do it again. Or perhaps cry and say he was sorry. It takes all sorts. Instead, and to my surprise he turned first to Jennifer and said, all gentlemanly like:
"Thank you very much my dear!"
I think Jen was a bit taken aback at this for she said nothing for a moment. Then she began to giggle.
"Don't thank me, silly!" she told him "I enjoyed it as much as you did!"
"Did you?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Course I did!" Jen said and for once, do you know, I think I believed her.
"I thought at first you must be lesbians" the man said wonderingly, "Then I realised you probably weren't……" Jen giggled again at this.
"No, no" she corrected "We're both bisexuals. We like men and women equally"
She didn't tell him we were also bank robbers with by now, probably a price on our heads. No doubt she thought it wise not to.
"Bisexual eh!" he remarked thoughtfully "Well I'd never have believed it. All the years I've been driving about the place, on me own, hardly speaking two words to anyone, then two of you come along together!"
We all laughed and he grinned sheepishly. "Supposed to retire at the end of the month, I am"
"Retire?" I asked.
The man nodded. "I …….." he laughed again, much happier now. He'd performed well enough and he knew it. "I may as well tell you. I'm sixty five today!" he told us.
Jen and I glanced at each other silently. We'd only gone and done it with a pensioner!
"Retire!" he repeated quietly. "And when I am done with wandering and driving cars for other people, I shall get a house on the south coast so I can sit by the sea where, when it is sunny and my arthritis doesn't play me up too badly I shall remember you two. You have given me something to look forward to in my old age!"
"Well happy birthday!" both Jen and I said with feeling.
……………
It had begun to rain when we left him in some obscure street in the outskirts of Exeter. We needed petrol and something to eat and I didn't want to hang around in case he got the wrong idea. The needle was well into the red by the time we found a petrol station that was still open. Jen drew two crumpled tenners out of a bag and handed them to me.
"Not too much at once, like we agreed…"
I nodded, remembering the care we taken and the plans we'd made. There would be no splashing out on anything, not even a new car. Twenty quids worth of fuel brought the needle up to nearly half full, or half empty. It depends on your point of view doesn't it. Soon after we found a fish and chip shop, five minutes before it closed, so another tenner went on something for supper. That only left us needing somewhere quiet to sleep. I thought about the layby and was about to suggest we went back to it when Jen piped up suddenly
"Do you think they kept a record of all the numbers?"
"We'll be in the shit if they did……" I said.
She giggled, her mouth full of battered cod, her coat coming open all on its own again. "That poor man!"
"What poor man?" I asked innocently.
I put a chip into my mouth then offered one to Jen who nibbled at it delicately.
"It worked very well this time, didn't it?" she asked thoughtfully.
"Better than mine did for me!" I said ruefully, recalling the disastrous encounter we'd contrived a week before that we'd put down to experience.
"Yours was a drunken swine" Jen told me.
"More than that" I agreed "He was a drunken, incapable swine who stank of stale beer and piss!"
"Oh Yuck!"
"Yuck yuck!" I agreed.
"But we didn't know that until he got in……"
"No, and we didn't know yours was going to be a pensioner either, did we? Until he told us" I said.
"Well he performed well enough" Jen said playfully. "And you had a little fiddle too didn't you?"
"Oh yes!"
"I bet he liked watching that……"
She wiped her fingers on the grease stained chip paper. "Lend us a tenner will you?"
"Shan't!" I retorted "Steal your own!"
"I have!" she replied "Now I'm looking for somewhere to sleep" She pulled a face suddenly "Oooh, his stuff is running out now…...!"
Well there is no satisfying some people is there? I finished my chips, threw the paper onto the back seat and drove slowly in search of somewhere to park for the night. Then we could finish off what our unfortunate hitch-hiker had begun and in the morning, all being well, we would get to Portsmouth in good time to catch the ferry to Spain.
Five minutes later, purely by accident, we found a gloomy pay and display behind some empty shops. I backed the Sierra up against a wall while Jen folded down the seats. There was room for us to lie side by side diagonally when the black plastic bin liners had been pushed out of the way, and with a travelling rug folded over them a couple made quite good pillows. They rustled a bit when we moved but we didn't complain. They only had three quarters of a million pounds worth of crumpled old banknotes in them after all, give or take a few odd tenners……
……………
We got away with it too, Jennifer and I. Made it to Spain on the Santander ferry, changing a few hundred English pounds into Pesetas - they still had them then, and putting the rest into an agricultural type Spanish bank under the name of the Misses Black.
You could do that sort of thing then too. Open a bank account abroad without any means of identification. Jen's Spanish was good enough to get us by and no-one asked where all those crumpled tenners had come from.
No-one asked but both of us knew what they were all thinking. We'd both put on heavy makeup and cheap looking expensive dresses and the way some of the Spanish men looked at us it's a wonder we weren't propositioned there and then!
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