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 Part 1 - The rain seemed endless..

   The rain seemed endless, striking down from the black sky.  What
protection the bus shelter offered was lost as the occasional passing car
swerved in to splash through the puddles and drench Elle and Johnny as they
stood huddled together.  The cars sped off into the darkness all comfort
snuffed out as the tail lights flickered and were gone.

   Another car came out of the gloom.  Elle and Johnny pressed closer
together and waited for the cold spray.  But it didn't come.  The car
slowed and came to a gentle stop in front of them.  The rear window slid
down and a gust of warm dry air spread out engulfing their faces.  A voice
from the dark called "can we give you a lift?  It will be a tight squeeze
for one.  The car behind can take the other".  As if on cue headlights
appeared and another car slewed to a halt behind.  A voice deep inside the
first car could be heard talking on a mobile phone.  He raised his Voice
and said "one in here and the other behind, we can at least get you into
town".

   The rear doors clicked open in both cars.  In the sudden light the
interiors looked warm, dry and inviting.  There were 2 guys in the front
and 2 in the back of each car.

   The nearside rear passenger climbed out of the first car and held the
door.  As a shiver ran through the passenger and he flicked a glance into
the pelting rain Elle looked at Johnny, he pressed her forward, she smiled
"thank you" and climbed into the car.  The passenger jumped in, slammed the
door and said "shit, you couldn't leave a dog out in that".  He shivered,
turned to Elle and introduced himself "I am Peter; the driver is Bob; next
to him is John and that's Paul" he said waving across her to the guy
squashed on the other side of the car.  "I'm Elle, my fiancé, Johnny is in
the other car".  She craned her neck and peered into the bright headlights
of the vehicle behind as it pulled out into the road and overtook them. 
She caught a brief glimpse of Johnny smiling and chatting with the guys in
the other car and they were gone into the darkness.

   The engine noise picked up and the car chased the tunnel of light
created by the headlights.  All the while handshakes and smiles passed
through the darkness in the confined interior of the car.

   Elle was aware of the closeness of the 2 guys as their bodies were
pressed into hers.  She had started to shiver as the polite but firm
conversation continued.

   "l can feel your dampness coming through from your coat.  I am getting
cold.  Take your coat off.  Bob!, turn up the heating, Elle get your coat
over the seat in front of me.  If you are not careful we will all catch a
chill".

   In the rolling, bobbing car and the close confinement Elle struggled to
remove her coat.  The guys lent a hand as best they could and apologies
were made as hands inadvertently brushed inappropriate places.  As Elle
bent forward the car veered and she pushed her hand down for support
suddenly realising she had pressed her palm in Peters lap squashing a large
lump to one side.  She apologised; soon her coat was finally off and over
the back of the front seat where it dripped.

   In the gloom she could faintly see the shape of her new friends faces.
By now her damp jeans were very cold and uncomfortable.  Paul realised her
predicament and suggested that she slip them off, pass them to the front
and have them dried in the footwell.  "No, no I cannot do that".  She said.


   "Suit yourself but my legs are now wet and cold.  You will catch a cold
and its so dark we are not going to see anything are we?  Still; you want a
cold then stay as you are."

   Elle thought for a few minutes then quickly, making as little movement
as possible, she slid the sticky, wet and cold jeans down her legs.  She
passes them to John who took them and held them in the footwell.  The hot
air blower trying its hardest.  The windows misted up and both Bob and John
struggled valiantly against the blur on the screen.

   At last Elle started to warm up.  The glow crept through her body
flushing her cheeks.  As she relaxed so her thoughts went to the closeness
of the guys and how little she was now wearing; the warmth of their bodies
and the touch of their hands as they had helped with her coat.  She moved
slightly, easing a tingling between her thighs.  Both guys looked at her at
the same time as if feeling her thoughts.  They suddenly looked away.

   "Where on earth had you been to have ended up in the back of beyond"
Paul asked?

   "We went to see Johnny's Aunt and seem to have missed the last bus.  I,
I mean we, are really grateful that you picked us up." ahead Elle could see
the tail lights of the other car flickering as they pressed on into the
rain filled darkness.  "What were you guys up to?"

   "We went out for a sort of boys night out.  There is quite an
interesting club in the village; the Green Door."

   Elle thought for a minute and then said " Is that the 'anything goes'
place?" Paul smiled into the darkness and grunted a confirmation.

   "I am surprised you have heard of it.  It is really something.  We had
an incredible time."

   Elle stifled a sneeze.  "I think you had better get your blouse off too.
Its soaking.  You are heading for a really shitty cold" said Paul.  She
thought long and hard before struggling out of the cold, damp clinging
fabric and then sat back in the deep gloom of the car.  She shivered, the
vibrations causing both back seat guys to look at her and put an arm each
around her shoulders.  As Paul's hand dropped it inadvertently rubbed
across Elle's left breast causing her already hard nipples, perky from the
cold, to rise more fully and tingle.  She shuddered.  Both guys realised
the difference between this shudder and her trembling from the cold.  They
pressed closer.

   Elle shut her eyes and leaned back.  The chatter was vague and
insubstantial around her.  She opened her thighs slightly, aware that this
pressed her legs harder against the boys legs, but she had to ease the
growing tension inside her.

   She was concentrating on the tingling itch between her thighs.  It was
only when she shuddered and sighed that she realised that he lright breast
was being gently stroked.  Peter was softly running the tips of his fingers
over the fabric of her bra forcing the tight nipple to throb and to push
the material out.  She closed her eyes trying to control her breathing not
wanting to stop the touch.  Suddenly Peter gripped the nipple between thumb
and finger and squeezed, rolled and pulled the hard flesh.  The one smooth
movement caused Elle to gasp, let out a long sigh and slide her bottom
forward on the seat stretching her nipple further in Peter's tight grip. 
John and Bob looked round and quickly turned back as they could see nothing
in the gloom.  Paul, quickly realising what was going on, rubbed his palm
over her left breast then he too forcefully played with the nipple.  This
forced out the same sounds deep in the warm darkness.  Elle was panting
slightly as each hand slid into the tight cup of her bra and, flesh to
flesh, touched her nipples.  She screwed her eyes tight shut now breathing
through her mouth.  The warm hands cupped her small and firm breasts
gripping each tightly, rolling and pulling the flesh.

   Her breath was coming in small gasps as she sucked air into her lungs.
Almost simultaneously a hand touched each thigh as, with their free hands
they stroked her skin.  Unable to stop herself she pushed her thighs up and
out parting her legs wide placing them on top of the boys legs.

   The boys responded quickly, their hands stroking the inside of her
thighs right up to the small and flimsy piece of fabric; but going no
further for the moment.  Then very carefully making absolutely sure that
they did not touch the most delicate places despite the bobbing car, they
pushed their fingers under the material.  Their hands were now touching and
together they gently let their fingers come to rest on the smooth clean
shaven flesh.  Moisture was seeping out onto their fingers as they pressed
down forcing her lips apart.  And the lips moved eagerly aside making way
for the probing hungry digits.  Unable to stifle the noise any longer she
let out a long sigh and shuddering groan.  She now allowed herself to relax
and be overcome by the amasing sensations that the warmth, the touching and
the movement of the car allowed.

   The boys took their cue and pressed on rubbing and probing as they went.
Soon a finger entered, her sliding easily inside.  She felt it crook ad the
tip rubbed over the lightly corrugated surface of her 'g-spot'.  Within
seconds her orgasm overtook her and she screamed out loud as her breasts
were moulded and stroked, her clit was vigorously rubbed and the striking,
penetrating finger played her 'g-spot'.  The orgasm seemed to last for
hours as wave after wave of tingling pleasure rolled over and through her.
Suddenly, as the short sharp shocks convulsed her she pressed her thighs
together and gripped a wrist in each hand "stop...  just for a minute" she
panted every thing too tender to touch.

   Her breathing returned to normal over the next few minutes.  Still
holding their hands inside her thighs she kissed first one and then the
other very deeply allowing the wet and lingering kiss to take over their
caresses.

   After a few minutes she loosened her grip on their hands.  They
immediately resumed, very gently, playing with her tender flesh.  Still
kissing first one and then the other she moved her hands.  Each hand glided
gently over the lads thighs and in to their crotches.  She continued until
she was pressing hard.  She stroked up and down rubbing the throbbing,
imprisoned cocks.  She felt them twitching and straining to get out of the
tight jeans.

   She concentrated first on one cock and then the other undoing each zip
and then urgently releasing the cock into the warm air.  She bent forward
and took the tip of one and then the other in her mouth.  Her hand was busy
holding tightly each cock being sucked.  The other hand pulled hard on the
other cock, smearing the copious amounts of lubricant over the head and
pressing her thumb to the hole in the tip of each in turn.

   It did not take long.  Elles technique was simple but very effective. 
She was quickly rewarded with a mouth full of dreamy, salty, cum spattering
over her tongue and pouring into her throat.

   She sucked and then gently licked each tender cock clean.  The Boys were
shocked at how turned on they must have been...  or by how good her
technique was.

   She lifted her head as the gloom lightened and then the streetlights
flooded the car with orange light.  Elle gazed around, surprise at what had
just happened was etched on her face.  The car in front was a blur of red
tail lights on the wet windscreen.  She caught a quick glimpse of Peter and
Paul eyes closed, heads thrown back mouths gasping for breath like landed
fish.  In the same instant she saw Bob, straining his neck, peering round
to get a good look at what had been a noisy mystery in the dark.  John was
looking into the rearview mirror, sheer lust in his dark eyes.

   Elle looked again outside and realised that the centre of town was close
now.  She asked for her jeans and many hands helped her into them. 
Although still wet they were warm.  As the hands groped and gently pawed
her she started to respond once more.  The car veered and lurched throwing
them about and she realised they were about to stop as she struggled in to
her blouse.  Ahead she saw Johnny turn to her, smile and wave.  She waved
back at him smiling broadly.  The cars stopped.  The rain had eased. 
Johnny emerged and bent to talk.  Elle and her 2 friends in the rear seat
climbed out.  Elle slipped her coat on.  She heard Johnny say "come in for
a coffee".  "You guys have a long way to go and its the least we can do
after all you have done for us".
   Part 2 to follow...