“Oh gosh. Just look at the view!” She squeezed his hand, suddenly becoming conscious that she still held it. He squeezed back and they walked slowly round the platform together. The sea view was by far the most exciting and they stared for several minutes before sitting down on a small platform that supported the glass enclosure of the light. The safety railing obscured them from view from below even though they had seen nobody since they left the house. Eventually, she looked at his hand in hers. “You didn’t have to take me out this afternoon, but thank you.”
“I wanted to. Emma mentioned it but I wanted to.”
“She’s been so good to me.”
“I know, I heard.”
Lauren looked at her feet, colouring up quickly. “I know she told you about last night.”
“She also explained, in her own little way, what she was doing, or maybe why she was doing it,” he said, smiling at the girl.
“Because she wants to. I think it brings back memories for her,” said Lauren, looking at Steven.
“That’s what I thought this morning.” Steven looked at her closely, impressed that she had been able to see through the educational suggestion.
“But it also helps me.”
“And you enjoy the attention. As she does too.”
“Yes, I feel like I’m owed it somehow. For all the torment.” Her cheerful face disappeared in seconds, replaced with sorrow.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up again,” he said, slipping his arm around her shoulder. She leaned towards him, then shuffled her bottom closer and leaned in again. He pulled her affectionately against his side. “I was worried though that you might tell someone and get everyone into trouble.”
“Oh I won’t do that. I’m partly responsible anyway. I knew after a few minutes that her education was more than a simple lesson.” He stroked her hair and she laid her head on his shoulder. “I won’t forget this day. Ever. You’re both so kind.” Steven kissed her head as they stared out to sea. A gull squawked noisily overhead.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her round to kneel in front of him. He leaned forward, staring at her lips. “Next lesson?”
Lauren smiled warmly and shrugged.
He leaned towards her slowly, then kissed her lips tenderly, marveling at the way she met him, played with his mouth and even hinted at her tongue being available. His cock, already hardening, pushed against his shorts. She tilted her head as he touched her cheek. He pulled her closer, toyed with her long dark hair and shifted closer to her so that she could lean on his legs. They kissed for several minutes, hands wandering within the bounds of decency even though their breathing suggested increasing passion. Slowly though, his hands went down her sides, squeezing her gently as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He dueled with her, bringing his right hand up to touch her breast. She broke the kiss, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Do you think we can be seen from up here?” she asked
“Only by seagulls” he replied, guiding her long dark hair out of her eyes. She looked up at him, smiling a little but with some seriousness in her eyes. She leaned forward, touching his hairy thighs. Steven tilted her face up towards him with a finger under her chin and kissed her lips. She sighed with pleasure, trembling a little. His fingers trailed down once again to her sides, caressing gently. Lauren swayed slightly, a new dizziness enveloping her as he continued to touch her.
“Oh!” she sighed, while pushing forward and kissing him more fervently. Steven’s hands slowly slipped round from her sides to brush against the underside of her breasts while Lauren kept her hands firmly planted on his thighs.
“You are beautiful, Lauren,” he said, sincerely.
“Thank you.”
“I mean it. You can ask Emma and me anything before your parents arrive, but normally it’s customary to move at a slower pace!” They both smiled at each other. “If we’re honest and open with each other then you’ll know as much as there is to know.”
“Thank you.”
“Just relax and enjoy yourself. If you don’t like something, say so. We want to help.”
“I will,” she responded, turning around so that she leaned back against his legs. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, allowing his fingers to dip underneath her top and stroke the pure flesh above the top of her bra. She held his arms as they both stared out to sea.
Half an hour later they were back in the car, heading in the same direction. The road continued to wind towards the sea then back into the grassy land. A signpost announced the solitary village of Ridlington, but they continued, eventually slowing and turning off to the right onto a track that took them onto the beach.
“This might not be a good idea, but I have always wanted to drive on the beach, and the sand seems quite firm here,” said Steven as the car bumped along the track. Lauren put her feet up on the dashboard, allowing her skirt to slide down to her waist. Steven noted the flash of her white knickers before tearing himself back to the task of driving. Once he found the distance from the water that guaranteed firm sand he relaxed and sped along at about twenty miles per hour. Gulls scattered at the intrusion but the feeling of being almost in the water made them both laugh. Their pleasure was brought to an abrupt end when steam suddenly billowed from under the bonnet.
“Oh no, the radiator!” he said, slowing down. Within ten seconds the engine was making an unhealthy clanking sound, so he stopped the car and let it idle. It died shortly afterwards.
“Whoops!” said Lauren.
“Whoops indeed. I have some water in the boot but we’ll have to wait for it to cool down.” They got out and she walked down to the water while he opened the bonnet and confirmed the problem.
“The water’s so warm,” she shouted back to him, testing it with her fingers. Steven joined her, leaning down to confirm.
“You’re right,” he said, splashing her with a handful.
“Aah!” she shrieked, completely surprised by his attack. She splashed back, careful to respond with a similarly small amount, even though it did catch him in the eyes. Two minutes later they were both wet and decided that they had done enough to each other. Quite naturally they walked back to the car, hand in hand.
“You’re dripping wet,” he said, touching her skirt.
“So is your shirt,” she giggled.
He reached round to the button by her side and undid it. “I think you had better get this off.”
“I only have my knickers on underneath though.”
“It’s OK, this is the beach, rules are different” He pulled the zip down and while she held onto the car for support he slipped it down her legs. It ended up crumpled on the back seat as his attention was drawn to her tight bottom and the way her knickers hugged the delicate shape of her pussy. “Lauren, you are so lovely. Never forget that, whatever anyone tells you.”
She nestled into him, looking up for a kiss. Her arms went round his waist and she pulled him closer. Her eyes bulged as she felt the hardness of his cock poking into her stomach.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, pulling back.
“That’s OK,” he said, pulling her closer. His hands gripped her buttocks, massaging slowly. They kissed and swayed in the light breeze for several minutes until he decided that the radiator had cooled enough. Taking the water and a cloth from the boot, he slowly undid the radiator cap while Lauren kept a safe distance. It came off with a final hiss, a low gurgling noise evident from within.
“You have to be careful and add water slowly, or it evaporates immediately. It could blow back and scald you,” he said, pouring at arm’s length. After two pints he screwed the radiator cap back on and they got into the car. His shirt stuck to the seat uncomfortably as he turned the key. They both cheered when it started and he left it idling for a few seconds before getting out and pulling his shirt off. He looked back into the car.
“Want to drive?” he asked.
“Me? I’d crash it, I’ve never driven before,” she said, her heart pounding in h
er chest.
“There’s nothing to hit. Just slide over and I’ll show you how.” She did as she was told, and looked over the controls and dials. He sat in the passenger seat and leaned over to his right to show her the basics. “Put your right foot on the accelerator and push gently. Hear how the engine speeds up? That makes you go faster. Let go of it and the engine slows down. Next to it is the brake. Use the same foot for it. Press and you’ll stop.”
“OK.”
“Use your left foot for the clutch. Press it down to move the gear lever, and let go of it to carry on. I’ll help with the gears. OK?”
“I suppose so, is that all there is?”
“That’s enough to go straight. Now, push down on the clutch.”
“Huh?”
“This leg” he said, touching her left leg. “Press down, and I’ll select first gear. Press down gently on this leg to give it some revs, and let the left foot up very slowly.”
She did as she was told, and both were surprised that the car edged forward. Lauren squealed with glee.
“More revs, right foot?”
The car lumbered forward. She steered exaggeratedly.
“Ready for second gear?”
“OK”. Beads of perspiration had broken out on her forehead and her knuckles were white from holding the wheel.
“Bring your right foot up a little.” She looked down, trying to concentrate on driving in straight line and working out which foot was which. “This one up,” he said, stroking her thigh. “Now press this one down all the way.” He moved the gear lever to second. Now this one up again.” She did as she was told and the car jerked into second, doubling their speed.
“Whee! This is great!” she laughed. He smiled at her enthusiasm. His hand rested between her legs, inches from her mound. She moved slightly in the seat, and he caressed the silky smooth skin of her upper thighs. Slowly, in response to bumps and swerves, his hand moved up to touch her knickers.
“I will have to stop soon, I can’t think about so many things at once.”
“Don’t think, you’re doing so well,” he said, running his middle finger into the valley formed by her vulva. Her knickers were drenched beyond belief. She pushed forward, encouraging him.
“See those sand dunes?”
“Yup.”
“OK, stop there and we’ll turn round.”
“Can I turn it round?”
“You can try.” She did, executing a graceful arc to head back the way they came.
“Look, you can see where we came from in the sand,” she said, her heart pounding from the first touch of a man.
“Oh yes. Use the brake. Foot off the accelerator, and push the brake slowly. Then we’ll swap places.”
She pushed harder that necessary and the car stopped and stalled. They both laughed and got out, meeting in front of the car.
“That was such jolly good fun!” she said, hugging him. His cock pressed against her. She looked up into his eyes. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly. She sighed as his hands wrapped around her bottom, squeezing gently.
“We should go,” he said, moving to the driver’s side.
They retraced their way, following the marks in the sand and bumped along the track to the road. Turning left they headed south, finding the house after about twenty-five minutes. He turned off the engine and grabbed his shirt before opening the front door.
“We’re home!” he shouted.
Emma emerged from the lounge. “Good time?” she asked, feeling his chest.
“Yes, we found a lighthouse,” he said as Lauren came through the front door.
“Oh, looks like you had a good time as well!” said Emma, looking at Lauren’s bare legs and knickers. She could imagine how they would be, held up against her nose.
“Oh!” squealed Lauren, racing back out to the car to put her skirt on.
“She got a bit wet in the sea.”
“I’m glad you had fun. She looks so much happier,” said Emma, grinning at her man.
“She’s a very nice girl. We talked about everything.”
“Everything?” Emma pulled him closer and looked up as he stirred below.
“Most things.”
“Tell me later, tonight” she said, grabbing the front of his shorts playfully. “In great detail” He grinned again at her.
Chapter 4
During dinner Lauren recounted the events of the afternoon, mentioning parts of the lighthouse visit and all of their adventures on the beach. Emma was a little concerned about Lauren driving on the sand, although Steven reassured her that there was never any danger and they had only been going slowly. The red wine, a first for Lauren, was well received. The girls giggled, sharing private jokes, mainly at the expense of Steven, who took them with good humour. By nine o’clock they had finished desert and were busy sharing the chore of washing up. Steven washed while Emma and Lauren dried, which gave them time to giggle more behind him.
“There. That’s the last of it. I’ll let you two finish off while I read in the bath,” he said, drying his hands on Emma’s tea towel.
Emma stacked the plates in the cupboard and wiped down the draining board. Anxious as she was to continue talking with Lauren, she wanted to make sure she left the kitchen neat and tidy. “Go through and get comfy. Close the curtains,” she said.
She leaned against the sink, looking out to the sea. A faint light was visible where she thought the horizon must be and she tried to imagine what sort of a ship might be sailing past them and where it was headed. She thought about Steven and what he had got up to with Lauren that afternoon. He seemed to have genuinely had a good time with the girl, and certainly his discussions during dinner had treated her as an equal, rather than a girl ten years his junior. She smiled, sensing that Lauren would enjoy being treated that way. She wondered if they had kissed, and supposed that they almost certainly had during their trip. Her stomach trembled with pleasure at the thought of what he would have experienced and what fun she would have getting the details out of him. Wondering whether Lauren had changed her knickers since her afternoon trip, she took her wine, plus the bottle, and went into the lounge.
Lauren smiled at her, looking down at the space on the sofa as an invitation to join her. Emma slipped off her sandals and curled up next to her, the same side she had been the previous night.
“Thanks for dinner, it was so nice,” said Lauren, looking grown up with the wine glass in her hand.
“You’re welcome. And we enjoy you being here.”
“Really?”
“Of course. He’s very happy, I can tell. You must have been good company down by the beach.”
“It was nice. It was good to talk about something sensible rather than just school stuff.”
“What was the best bit?” she asked.
Lauren looked shyly at her wine glass. “You’d be furious if I told you!”
“No I wouldn’t. I’m sure he didn’t make love to you.”
Emma looked genuinely surprised. “Emma! Of course not! But after I finished driving, we changed places. And we cuddled. I felt his thing.”
Emma grinned. “You touched it?”
“No! It just pushed against me.”
“Oh. That’s good. That’s something new as well, right?”
“Oh yes. I was shocked,” said Lauren, taking a swig of wine.
Emma smiled at her and held out her arm for a cuddle. Lauren slid towards her and turned around before leaning back. Emma planted a kiss on the young girl’s head before sliding her free hand down over her breast. Lauren purred, nestling deeper into her arms.
“He was so kind to me, I can’t believe he could be like that, especially since it’s only a couple of days since he first saw me looking such a dreadful mess.”
“But you look wonderful now, and there was a good reason for the mess you were in when he first saw you.”
“But then I smelled so bad. I didn’t tell you everything about that night. After that old man surprised me I went and
found an alley way to lie down in, so I could sleep a bit.”
“Oh Lori, you poor thing!”
“It was ok, but in the middle of the night I needed to go to the loo. I knew I would have to go, even when I lay down, but I just hoped I could last until the morning, but I couldn’t. I got up and felt my way along the alley, then squatted down and peed. I went back to my suitcase and lay down again, but after a few minutes I felt wet, and discovered that it was all trickling down towards me.”
Emma held her tighter, making soothing sounds. She shook her head as she consoled her. “What a dreadful night for you.”
“That’s when I started to cry. It seemed that one simple mistake of reading the timetable wrongly had led to me getting filthy then soaked. My skirt was wet, so was my blouse, and the jumper that I had used as a pillow was damp as well. I just thought it was so unfair, to keep getting punished, just for one mistake.
“There, there,” said Emma, putting her wine down. She took Lauren’s from her, placing it beside her own on the table. Her left hand gently slid down her chest and covered her other breast, gently massaging and teasing her nipples. She kissed her head as Lauren breathed in deeply, controlling the possibility of further tears.
“I think I cried until morning.”
“All that matters is that you’re here now safely.” Emma looked down at her and was rewarded by a smile from Lauren with gratitude in her eyes. She leaned forward and their lips met with the passion of the previous night.
“They become hard very quickly,” she said, tweaking the little girl’s nipples with her fingers.
“Only when someone else does it.”
“I know, it always feels different doesn’t it?”
“I think you’re right, although I only found out when you did it for me yesterday.”
Emma turned her slightly so she could kiss her lips more easily. Lauren slid her leg in between Emma’s as they slid deeper into the sofa. Their kisses were slow, delicate and sensuous. Emma’s hands rarely left the girl’s breasts, and after a couple of minutes, Lauren also explored by touching Emma shoulder and neck, followed by a slow, downward exploration to her breast.
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