0 comments/ 3152 views/ 2 favorites Jane Goes to Scotland Ch. 01 By: stickygirl I'd been invited to a New Year's event by some university friends: "We're borrowing a cottage on the Isle of Skye for the week. Please come, Jane... Ben's going to be there." "You mean big Ben with the hands?" I chuckled back down the phone. "The same. I just know you could ring his bell. Oh please come – you'll be the only other girl and I could do with some company. I know we can both keep up with the boys stomping around in the hills but, you know, you'd make it a perfect balance." "How would I get there? Where exactly is it?" I asked tentatively. "We're already in Fort William with Phil's family, so you'd have to get the train or drive. Tell you what, if you hire a decent sized car, we throw our stuff in and drive over to Skye together. Then we can all chip in. Solution?" Sarah enthused. "OK, count me in. Ping me over your address and I'll keep you posted." I'd never been to Skye and the picture I had in my mind was snow-topped mountains, fresh air and candle lit dinners round an open fire ... and sleep. I needed sleep... and silence for a few days from my job in Manchester. Yes - sleep, silence and maybe sex – in no particular order. I set off a couple of days after Christmas, having picked up a car and loaded it with a few clothing essentials. It was already late afternoon, but I figured the roads would be quieter and driving through the night didn't bother me. As I passed the border with Scotland some hours later, I noticed a warning light on the dash. I had no idea what it meant so I pulled off the main road to stop and investigate – I was getting pretty sleepy anyway. I thought if I could find a local garage they might be able to do whatever was needed, but the small, darkened villages I passed through were too small or all closed up. Since the flickering red light was now constant and the console display had lit up with some extra information, I pulled over onto the forecourt of a deserted filling station. The car spluttered to halt, leaving me in darkness apart from the display, which seemed to have lost the plot, with random annotations and graphics flashing up. I needed some air before I attempted anything, but found the door was locked. "Dammit, bloody computers," I cursed and reached across to the glovebox to find the handbook. That was locked too, which was odd, because I'd put my phone and purse in there. "Waat? I don't believe this!" Perhaps the display had a guide? I started scrolling through the menu of 'media/car/engine/system/fuel looking for a help section, when the screen flashed up an icon and the words "Power source located" that showed a phone. [ Source accepted/transferring ] the screen announced and arrows suggested the car was discharging my phone. "Oh no, you don't!" I shouted, panicking that my only lifeline was being taken away. I frantically tried the glovebox again: it needed the ignition key. Meanwhile the arrows continued to march out of the phone icon into the car one. In the dark I tried to Braille read where the key hole was, dropped the keys, cursed, and finally turned the key in the stupid plastic lock and turned and turned, but nothing was happening: it wasn't unlocking. [ Transfer complete ] "Oh fuck it," I wailed, with tears of frustration stinging my eyes. "Who ever heard of a car doing this? Stupid fucking car!" I looked the display again: [ Input required ] "Whaddya mean, input required?" I began randomly pressing the control buttons to no avail. It was a ridiculous thought, but maybe the tiny charge from my phone might have reset something or other? I swung myself back into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. [ Ignition disabled. Input required. User Help: electrical faults. The vehicle is designed to accept charge from any source via Standard Engine RP101 Multi-point Trailer point ( if fitted ) USB 2.0 ( limited function mode only ) Other sources ( where accepted ) ] "Come on Jane, only one thing to do is wait it out till the morning", I said aloud to myself. After all, at least I was safe enough locked in the car and I had everything I needed: something to nibble on, water and a sleeping bag. I reached into the rear seat and dragged over my rucksack. I pulled out my washbag and gave my face a wipe over to freshen up. Searching by feel, I thought I found the toothpaste, but it turned out to be my vibrator. 'A lot of use that'll be,' I thought. 'It has USB, but there's no charge left on it either.' Having resigned myself to a night in the passenger seat, I tried to make myself comfortable, pulling my sleeping bag over me and tucking it around as best I could to stop the cold. I could see stars in the inky blackness outside above the dark outline of the buildings and thought about my friends who would be expecting me in the morning. I knew they wouldn't worry straight away: after all, what could go wrong? Being kidnapped by a hire car wouldn't feature on their list, so with a smile of irony I closed my eyes. [ Response delay Input needed ] [ Source requirement: other sources / sub menu] I frowned sleepily, pressing the menu key [ kinetic / biomechanical / biological / human_process: USB only ( limited function mode ) ] 'Bio what?' [ Menu More ] A series of diagrams were revealed – what looked like a treadmill, a rowing machine, a bicycle and a torch. Was that a torch? I touched the icon [ Vag heat/ex interface? Search? ] Unbelieving, I touched again [ Human process option / vaginal heat exchange / function override / caution ] 'That's not a torch is it?' I smiled. [ USB rechargeable vaginal device / item found / user restore option ] 'Are you reading my mind now?' [ Press enter to proceed / backspace to return ] My finger wavered over the screen: Enter [ Remove covering – insert device – insert cable to multimedia socket - USB 1.0/2.0 compatible ] I reached into my washbag, not quite believing what I was seeing. Oh well, I was warm and it would pass the time. I plugged the cable into the multimedia socket. [ Proceed as instructed: Remove covering – insert device – insert cable to multimedia socket ] 'All right, all right. Fussy aren't you?' [ Observe protocol – proceed as instructed ] I had already kicked off my shoes, so I wriggled out of my Ronhills, feeling the seat fabric rough against my bare legs. I took the dildo in my hands to warm it up a little and for a moment, could see the reflections of stars in its smooth metallic dome as I inserted the cable into its socket. I gave its head a little peck of affection: my dildo and I were very intimate with each other. [ Remove lower covering ] 'What knickers as well?' [ Remove lower covering ] 'Ok, Ok. Not that I can see it makes any difference,' I muttered, and slide them down, one hand at a time as I lifted up my ass. I scooted forward in the seat to put my feet on the dash and the downey sleeping bag slipped between my open thighs. I licked a couple of fingers and cradled my sex, with pressure from the palm of my hand, I let a finger glide slowly through my labia. I jumped a little as it found my clit, but let it slide oh-so-slowly back. I could feel the blood filling my lips, making them swell into my palm and the beginnings of wetness encompassed my exploring finger. [ Insert device ] I took the dildo and did as I was told, feeling the smooth pressure on my labia as I pressed it into my body. I reached forward and after a couple of tries, plugged the USB cable into the car socket. [ Enabled... ] At that moment, I felt a clunk from under the seat and something mechanical sprang up between my thighs, pushing them further apart. A sharp electric shock on my hand, made me snatch it away from between my legs, but I felt a further pressure inside me. I tried to look down under the sleeping bag but could only see the red neon on my dildo disappearing from sight as something pushed it into me. [ Calibrating Please wait.. ] I tried to sit up but I was too awkwardly splayed and my thighs held fast. The pressure eased a little and then I left the dildo being withdrawn in a series of jerks until it was almost out of me. [ Calibration complete Hard drive enabling Please wait ...] On the display a schematic appeared with an anatomical diagram, complete with a poised dildo. [ Device coupling human interface compliancy test complete charging ...] With that, the dildo lurched back into me, making me gasp, but instead of a mechanical thrust, it began to vibrate and swirl. It's heat, my heat, began to radiate from that spot as it moved inside me. I turned my face upward and with tight shut eyes, realised I had to submit to the sensations my sex was forcing on me. I began to recognise a rhythm to the thrusts and began to push back in time with my hips. I looked at the display to see a blinking icon of a red battery that was beginning to change to amber. As the movement intensified, I could feel my bottom becoming wet underneath me, making the skin chafe on the seat fabric, as the device continued to shake and twirl inside me. [ Input sequence 2 ] With that I felt something new between my legs as a warm, rubbery tip touched the hood of my clitoris. 'Oh!' I cried. 'What the fuuu ...' The missing consonant hung in the air as the tip squashed to envelop my clit and began to vibrate with a slow hum. [ Please wait... ] The battery icon had turned daffodil yellow. This assault was overwhelming me. 'I don't think I can wait... any... longer!' The metal arms on my thighs pressed harder on my thighs pulling me further forward, forcing the dildo to plunge deeper still and I found it difficult to breath except in a ragged cry. In my head I could see the sparkling of red and black that began to flow over my body with the heat of orgasm. My body turned liquid as its waves crashed through me, breaking with a fizz of electricity that burst all the way from my sex to my brain. [ Cycle complete System reset in progress Cannot stop Out of fuel Do you need anything? ] My head was still dizzy and thick with a fog of sleep. "You alright, love? Ye canna park here." A light in my eyes made me squint. "I need to open up ma workshop, miss." "Just a minute, just a minute," I shouted back in a panic through the closed window. I fumbled for the window control and pressed 'down' and the car filled with the chill of fresh air. I pulled the sleeping bag away and with relief, realised that my legs were decently covered by my Ronhills. "I had some trouble with the car, so I pulled over. I'm sorry it's a hire car, so I'm not sure how it all works. I was hoping you could look at it." I pressed the button to the glove box and it popped open, spilling out my purse and the phone, dangling by its cable. "Well that's better – at least we can hear each other. So miss, you've had a wee spot of bother with the car, is that right?" The mechanic leaned into the car, filling the window with greasy overalls and long black hair. "Yes, but it's all computer chips and technology – can you deal with that?" The man laughed, his teeth bright white against a three-day old beard. "Now, don't you worry about a thing, love. I'll soon have you on your way," He reached in with a huge maw to pat my hand reassuringly. I recoiled and pulling my hand away, saw it now had a large black handprint over the fingers. "Aye, pop yourself out of the car and I'll soon sort you out." He turned to walk towards garage and added over his shoulder, "So long as you can pay in cash..." 'Oh boy...' Jane Goes to Scotland Ch. 02 Continuing her journey of sexual surprises, Jane gets a full service at a roadside garage... Cash? Like I carry loads of cash with me? Oh well, I'm sure there'll be a cash point in the village somewhere. I swung the now-unlocked door open, wondering if it were ever really locked last night. I was still sleepy, but the cold air of the dark morning was bracing and I pulled my down jacket tight around me and followed him to his Portakabin. A greenish fluorescent light flickered overhead, doing little to dispel the damp gloom. "So!" he beamed as he dropped himself into his patched-up office chair. "Miss...?" "Oh, Jane," I blushed. "Do you need to see the car documents?" "Don't be in such a rush, Jane. Certainly no Plain-Jane are you?" "Oh please! Cut the nonsense Mr...?" "Tom. Everyone knows me as Tom, but the full name's in two foot letters over the garage if you need to know more. Cuppa tea, Jane? I'm having one meself and it's a drech morning is it not?" he said leaning across to flick the kettle on his desk. "Please - sit yourself down. What's your brew? I have builders tea for the men folk and either Earl Grey or fruit for the ladies - what'll it be?" I perched myself opposite him on the edge of my chair and kept my arms folded. He seemed raffish to me, maybe in his thirties and a bit too forward for me to feel at ease. "Well, a fruit tea would be nice, thank you," I replied, casting my eyes around the standard garage décor. "Where are you from, Jane? I detect a southern accent." "Manchester. I'm on my way to Fort William to meet some friends." Tom looked up with surprise. "Manchester? I know it well. I did my masters at the university - was there for two years. Are you at the Uni yourself? Student are you?" I was taken aback: I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. "Really? What were you reading?" "French literature. Ô lac! l'année à peine a fini sa carrière, Et près des flots chéris qu'elle devait revoir... Fucking lot of use that is round here, so I fix cars in the day and write wistful poetry by night. Sugar?" For just a moment, as he poured out no-doubt hot classics with the tea, I could indeed see the wistful Tom beneath the oily boiler suit. I began to warm to him a little. "Sorry - wasted on me I'm afraid, Tom. I'm science. I work in the Geology department at the Uni. Go on then, half a spoon - for the cold." "La vie est une fleur dont l'amour est le miel. Sorry, I'm showing off, but I'm sure Hugo sweetened more than tea with his words. Right! To more mundane matters. It's a Hertz isn't it? I need to contact them to see what cover they offer, but they won't be open till nine. Let me have the keys and I'll give it a once over. You stay in the warm and I'll see if I can seduce a Seat with some saucy French strophes." I dropped the key into his open palm as he stood by the open door. He paused just so long for me to look up and meet his eyes and for a cheeky smile to lighten the corners of his lips. In a flash, he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and was gone, pulling the door to with a bang. I glanced over to watch him stride over to the car: the bewitched car, and wondered why I had never been to Scotland before, if it was full of such surprises? I checked my phone - no signal, which was unsurprising since the village was in a narrow little valley. I shifted back into my seat, the warmth of the room making my eyes droop. "All fixed Jane! My, you're a sound sleeper," Tom's voice boomed heartily. "Why, what time is it?" I spluttered awake. "Nearly nine o'clock. I hope you don't mind - I didn't want to wait for the office wallers at Hertz to wake up, so I just went ahead and sorted it out. Probably best not mention it to them 'cos they get sniffy about village idiots tinkering with their motors." Tom dropped the key onto the desk in front of me and slumped back into his chair, a pleased-with-himself smile on his face and smudge on his nose. "Oh well, thanks. What was the problem, if you can put it terms I would understand? What do I owe you?" I replied, reaching into my purse. "Very tricky stuff, Jane," said Tom staring at the ceiling and swinging his seat. "Loose connect is all it was: they just take a while to find without a computer. So, no expensive spares, just a bit of time. No - don't think to reach for money. Lets swap time for time. Care to join me at Maureen's over the road for breakfast? You can bring me up to date with the gossip from Manchester and I'm starving." "Oh! Well the thing is Tom my -" I began. "My friends will be worried about me and I've got no signal on my phone?" Tom interrupted. "I know, no signal here and I know you'll have checked. Very sensible. Here, phone ya friends from here and let them know where you are." He pushed the phone across towards me. "It would be a privilege for me, honestly. It's a nice enough village, but dull as dish water. I'll let you pay for breakfast - and we don't boil up young 'gurluz frae' Manchester. They don't fit in the pan. Whaddya say?" He gave me a theatrical big wink and that smile again. I went to say something, but found myself torn between 'sensible' and 'what-the-hell'. Instead I reached for the phone and Tom stood to leave the room with a whispered "I'll let you talk." I spoke to Phil and explained the situation, without going into too much detail. I gave him the garage address and said I'd be with them near lunchtime. Outside Tom was waiting, kicking his feet against the cold. "All set? You've no changed your mind or let common sense prevail? No? Good, come on then - I'm ready for some black pudding and sausage. Do you like sausage, Jane?" he said body-nudging me as we walked. "Stop that!" I laughed back at him. "This is a business breakfast, remember?" "Oh yes! It's a serious business: breakfast. Especially with an appetite like mine." "Always hungry then, Tom? Maybe you have worms." "Ugh - you're disgusting! Ma mother warned me about girls like you. But you're right, I am hungry. Insatiable..." I felt comfortable with Tom: he was funny and genuine. One of those people you almost feel you've seen before somewhere. We chatted our way through his mountainous 'decent fry up' while I kept to toast. I kept noticing his hands, too big somehow to be the stuff of French poetry. I liked the way he hooked an errant lock of black hair behind his ear when it threatened to fall into his food. He stood back as I paid, which pleased me instead of having to play that game of pretend politeness. "So, we're all square, Jane," he announced, embracing an imaginary day with his out-stretched arms as we walked back. "Come and collect your things and you can be on your way." He opened the office door with a cheerful flourish and let me in. He stepped to his side of the desk as I lingered at the door. "Well I suppose I should be on my way..." I spoke quietly, pushing the door closed with my bottom and fixing him with my eyes. He looked up from his desk with a double-take and then stepped over to me. "Is it far to Fort William?" I ventured, looking up at him. "No. No far. You're practically there," he replied softly, as his eyes searched my face for confirmation. "Would you, would you like another tea before ya go?" "Something hot would be ... nice," I breathed as his lips brushed my hair. "Do you have anything hot just now, Tom?" "I do, as it happens. I do." Our lips met and his hungry tongue teased my mouth, while his leg pushed between mine and he pressed his weight against me. We broke our kiss and looked again at each other. "Tom's garage is closed for a while!" he blurted, and he hurriedly flipped the sign on the glass door and closed the blind. "Is this where you keep your tools, Tom?" I purred to him as he turned to face me. "No, no, I do my best work at my desk!" He laughed and with a sweep, cleared the desk with his hand, sending papers and biros clattering to the floor. "Oh Tom, are you always so manly?" I giggled. "Will you give me a thorough servicing?" Tom moved towards me dramatically, making a moustache with a lock of his hair. "Oh your ladyship. Permit me to check your lubricants!" With that he stood behind me and ran his hand along my waistband, as I pressed my bottom back into his hips. I could feel his cock, hard and free inside his boilersuit. "Really my man, is it really a good idea to leave your tools so readily accessible? Why, anyone could walk in and do something drastic with your nuts." I slipped my hand through a gap in the buttons and feel the length of his cock right down to his big, hanging balls. "I could say the same of you, me lady," his voice shaking a little as he nudged me towards the desk. He curled his fingers to cup my sex. "I do believe I found the root of your problem: I can feel a leaky gasket." "Oh goodness!" I said, leaning myself forward and dragging his dick firmly by the shaft with me. "Can you fix it? Maybe plug it up with some tool or other? Really Tom, are you going to fuck me or what?" With that, he pulled at my waistband, leaving my bottom cool in fresh air for a moment, before he guided his rock-hard prick under the cleft of my buttocks. I could feel the head of his cock ploughing a furrow through my peeling lips, past my waiting cunt and back again in a slow deliberate path. I've watched, fascinated and secretly horny at the British Science Museum (ground floor), where recreations of reciprocating steam engines, with thick greasy shafts, slip inexorably into waiting cylinders. Science is so sexy. "Fuck, Tom! Have you got anything? I mean a condom. There's one in my purse!" "There's one in my desk drawer too. Can you reach from there? Hang on, let me try!" grunted Tom, as he lent his full weight on me, making me grunt and I felt is dick on my thigh, already wet and slippery with my juices. He tiptoed his fingers across the desk in front of me and emptied my purse out. "Jesus, how much crap do you keep in there?" "No, those are wet wipes. Yes - that's it," I gasped. "Here, let me: your hands are all mucky and you'll just split it. Better still, let me try this - I've read about it." I pushed myself up on my elbows and examined the packet, then carefully removed the slithery contents. I turned to face Tom and sank to my knees. "Holy fuck, Tom. We're gonna need a bigger one," I giggled, looking at his angry purpleness waggling at me. "I bet you tell all the guys that, Jane. Now just hurry up with whatever it is. I really, really need to put all of that inside you - now!" I put the teat end on my tongue and held the rest open with my lips before immediately spitting it back into my hand. "Fuck they taste disgusting," I grimaced. "Next time I'm going for blackcurrant." "Right, you've asked for this," growled Tom and taking my head in both hands, he pulled me towards him. It was an effort to open my jaw that wide and not entirely comfortable. Big hands, big cock - it was true! My mouth was well and truly stuffed and full of the taste of his sex. My vision was full of out-of-focus pubic hair one moment, then boilersuit the next, like a pornographic Halfords ad. The only thing was, I couldn't breathe and what Tom took to me groans of pleasure from me, were actually muffled cries of alarm. I managed to jerk my head out of his hands and left a snail-trail of gob hanging between his dick and my lips as I burst away for breath. "Give the thing to me, for god's sake woman," grumbled Tom, unconcerned that I was ventilating hard. He slipped it on with accomplished ease. "You. Now. Turn around and show me that ass again!" I felt one hand pressing down on the small of my back as I flattened myself onto the desk once more and meanwhile could feel his fist guiding his cock between my thighs. In a blink, he found my cunt and his prick plunged into me, every bit like the Science Museum; every bit like a butcher slicing steaks and my body the pale meat on the block. A splinter of wood dug into my skin and left a red bruise where the desk pressed against the front of my pelvis that I would find it later and smile. He kept pressing, only stopping when his dark hairy thighs squashed my buttocks flat against them. The moment of silence, a long one: his, the satisfaction of conquest; mine, tight mouthed against a scream. His cock was too much, too much at once. His hands, with grubby nails, encircled my waist and he receded, like a wave, gathering up to break on the beach. Again he pushed and my body opened up to him. Faster now and mercifully not so deep, his rhythm shook us, making the desk thump against the wall. I tried to elbow up, but collapsed again, my face turned flat against the rings of cup-stains on the desk. Tom shifted, reaching a hand between my tummy and desk and two fingers explored my sex, making slippery circles round my clit. His face rested on mine, briefly lifting to bite gently on my ear so his hot breath reached into my head. Our jaws, were now uncomfortably aligned: his stubble rasping deliciously against me. So much man. I was so full of man. His hard prick steamed wetly as it paused momentarily for the next stroke: dark, slick hairs glued to his veiny skin, silvery with my wetness. His mouth was full of shuddering animal gasps next to mine and I tasted the thick, sweet smell of his breakfast as we shared the same air. "I'm going... to come...to come," he whispered hoarsely. "Come Tom, yes, I want you to come. I'm close. I'm so close. Here let me," I whimpered back as he shifted a little to let me replace his too-hard fingers with my own. "Go on, Tom. Fuck me, Tom. I'm..." I could feel his prick swelling inside me and knew what was to follow. The thought filled my head and I began to buck my hips against him, my wet fingers rubbing in unison with his slippery flesh. "I'm coming," I squeaked and I felt my knees buckle and shake uncontrollably. I don't think he said anything, but he gripped harder on my hips, pulling me further onto his rearing cock. I felt the kicking pulse of his orgasm, the sudden extra heat inside me. I felt the burst of blind triumph and crowed an animal noise back at him. We were still now, our shared ecstasy slipping away from us: brief ecstasy supplanted by the mundane once again. When he withdrew an inevitable dribble of my juices trickled out down my thigh. He was squatting behind me now, his hands resting on the roundness of my bottom, then lent in to place a stubbly kiss on each, which was sweet but really unnecessary. We were both still breathing hard and the beginnings of little laughs and whoops found voice. "Could you reach one of my tissues, please?" I asked when I finally lifted myself up onto elbows again. "I daren't move." "Here, I got it," he said, rising to his feet and letting the hanging, spent condom slap wetly on the back of my leg. "There ya go." "Thanks...woo, that was..." "Rampant? Desperate? Athletic? Passionné?" Tom offered. "I was going to say wild, yes," I smiled back. "And good. Very good, Tom. C'mere." I motioned him towards me and standing, slipped my arms round his huge chest while he cupped my naked bottom in his hands. I plucked a couple more buttons opened and planted a kiss on his hairy skin. "Oh you men: you fix cars, write poems and fuck a girl's brains out," I beamed up at him, jutting my chin into his ribs. "And all you have to do is feed us breakfast. It's no a poor exchange is it?" he smiled, leaning now to place a kiss on my forehead. "Not bad at all, Tom. No bad at all! Am I free to go now?" "And free to come back any time you're passing, Jane. It's been huge." "You are huge, Tom. C'mon you big lummuck. Where are those keys - I ought to get going." A few minutes later, I watched Tom's big hand held aloft in my rear view mirror as I turned onto the road once again. I wished I'd had something more for breakfast. Fort William 26 miles.