He opened the driver's door and Sue looked in. "Oh, hi Frank," She said to a young man sitting on the passenger side of the large bench front seat.
"Hi Sue," came the shy but eager reply. Frank was Terry's son, a year or so younger than Sue, about Jackie's age. A nice enough young man but gawky and spotty, tongue tied around girls, very quiet. He looked awkward, shy, dressed by his mother in old fashioned clothes that never seemed to quite fit, definitely a young man under his mothers thumb.
"You ready?" Terry asked and Sue opened the door and slipped into the huge, rear bench seat.
"Wow," Sue laughed again, "this is bigger than our house!" Frank turned and smiled at her wide-eyed appreciation. "Could get another three or four people in here," she said, sitting in the middle and spreading her arms out, not quite able to touch each door. "This is fantastic!" she said settling back.
"You're looking good Sue," Frank said looking her up and down shyly, blushing as he said it, his eyes lingering momentarily on her breasts. Sue knew he had always had a crush on her but she had always treated it as just that, a young man's crush.
"Why thank you," she said smiling back at him, his face turning a deeper shade of red, his spots shining red on a red background, "looking good yourself."
He dropped his eyes, "Thanks," he mumbled, turning beetroot, swivelling around to face the front, unsuccessfully trying to hide his embarrassment.
Sue suddenly sat bolt upright as both rear doors opened at once and John and Andy slid into the car, one on each side of her. For a moment she was too startled to speak. "Almost missed you Terry old lad," Andy said and leaned forward to pat Terry on the shoulder, "thanks for the lift."
"Happy to oblige," Terry said starting the car.
Andy looked at Sue and gave her his best boyish smile, "Terry offered us a lift into town," he said by way of answer to the unasked question. "Good of him wasn't it? It was your Mum's idea," he continued without waiting for an answer "Very thoughtful." Terry manoeuvred the car away from the kerb and the two boys settled themselves back into their seats for the journey and Sue sat quietly between them, trying not to touch them, trying to make herself as small as possible, totally nonplussed by this sudden turn of events.
Trying not to touch however was impossible. Big as the car was two large men and Sue just about filled the seat; and the boys were expansive, crowding Sue, making themselves comfortable. "Got enough room there our kid?" John asked patting her knee affectionately and leaving his hand there.
"I'm fine thanks," she said, trying to deal with his hand only to find Andy joining in and taking control of her other knee. "Stop it," she whispered, fiercely, "they'll see!" John laughed and began a conversation about football with Terry.
Sue could see Terry's eyes in the rear view mirror, glancing back at them as they chatted away, nothing visible below the high backed bench seat. John leaned forward, one arm over the back of the front seat, the other hand on the inside of her knee, as he kept up the animated conversation. Andy joined in smiling amiably while his hand softly caressed the inside of Sue's other knee, gliding slowly over the soft smooth skin of her inner thigh. Sue couldn't stop them and their hands roved at will over her legs. After a while she gave up, forcing herself to sit back in the seat while the two men gently held her legs open and stroked her knees and thighs.
After a while she realised that she was safe enough with Terry and Frank in the car and she sat back and closed her eyes. The warm leather of the seat and the feeling of the hands gently stroking her legs proved extremely relaxing and sensuous and Sue could feel herself letting go, giving into the warm, gentle eroticism of the moment. She could feel herself becoming aroused, growing moist; she thought about trying to stop them but they seemed to be content with just stroking, quietly exploring her legs and thighs.
Slowly, surreptitiously, without letting anyone see, their hands crept gently up and under her dress. The hands were comforting, sexy and she slid slowly down in her seat. In the darkness beneath her dress their hands moved across the flat expanse of her tummy, slowly down over her knickers, stroking softly between her legs and over her sex. She held her breath as the fingers, trailed down between her legs and across her sex, drawing delicious, sensuous patterns on her skin. She moved contentedly as the fingers lingered for a moment, finding the outline of her lips beneath the soft cotton fabric of her knickers. She closed her eyes and let them touch, she was allowing them the liberty of her body and they were being discrete, touching her softly, below the vision of Terry and Frank, out of sight. This time she was granting them the license which they had taken by force earlier, gifting it on her own terms; and she knew they were enjoying the present she was making them, touching her softly, turning her on, treating her gently. She was safe, the boys could only touch, her Uncle and Frank were her chaperones.
Half hypnotised by the fingers on her skin Sue slipped still lower in her seat, her dress riding higher as the hands on either side moved over her. Through half closed eyes she could now clearly see Andy's hand between her legs as he softly traced the shape of her sex, one finger gently indenting the material until the shape of her lips and the line between them could be clearly seen. Sue shivered and moved her hips softly against his fingers. Her eyes finally closed as Andy continued the easy movement of his fingers. She was getting dangerously turned on and she knew she should stop it before they made her cum but the fingers were so gentle, so comforting.
John's hand moved casually up and onto her stomach, pushing her dress higher. His fingers moved lower to trace the line of her knickers, moving from side to side, looking for an opportunity, before dipping under the waistband and sliding down to rest lightly in her pubic hair. She raised a hesitant hand to stop him but in one easy movement his hand had slipped down between her open legs to find and cupped her sex. For half a second she let it remain, craving the fingers that were already searching between her open lips; but with a sudden recognition of her surroundings she managed to control her desire, pulling herself upright, forcing them both to quickly withdraw their hands. Terry looked at her in his rear view as she suddenly pulled herself ruefully upright, shedding the hands and closing her legs. "Ah, the Sleeping Beauty awakes! I thought you had nodded off in the back there."
"No, no," she said, smoothing her dress down and trying to compose herself. "Just closed my eyes for a bit, that's all." She looked around, trying to avoid the disappointment in the faces of Andy and John while at the same time trying to ignore the tingling between her legs and her erect nipples. "Where are we?" she asked, peering out of the window
"Not far now," Terry said, slowing down and turning off the main road, "Hope you folks don't mind but I have a little business to do just down here; won't take more than a couple of minutes." Sue looked at Andy and John but they both shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads. Terry turned in front of a boulevard of shops before swinging around behind them into a small car park. He pulled up against a blank brick wall that was the back of one of the shops and turned off the engine, opening the door and leaping out before anyone could argue. "Won't be more than a couple of minutes," he called, quickly shutting the door and disappearing around the corner.
They sat there is silence for a few seconds, all seemingly equally surprised at this sudden turn of events until Frank swung around in his seat, leaning over to face them. 'Actually he'll be ages," he said. "He's gone to the bookies. Saturday afternoon races, it's always the same."
"Really?" Andy asks and looks at John who smiled and shrugged. "Always the same?"
"Yep," Frank nodded, "I get used to it. He brings me along so he won't have to tell my Mum where he is."
"Tell you what," John said, reaching into his pocket, "want to earn some money?"
