5 comments/ 71325 views/ 11 favorites Minibus By: oggbashan Copyright Oggbashan December 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. **************** Why was I turned on by nurses' uniforms? I had been all my adult life and now my mild fetish had got me into real trouble. Mind, the uniform had to be real. The short "sexy" nurse's outfits sold by sex shops did nothing for me. But a real nurse's uniform dress never failed. It helped if the nurse was young and attractive but I felt a warm feeling for any woman in nurse's uniform no matter how old or plain. I had time to analyse my liking now. Possibly all the time I had left before I died. That might be very soon. Back to the beginning. I was driving a hired minibus back to Dover. I'd responded to a plea from my friend Alec who'd rung me from Calais. He'd been bringing some schoolkids back from a day out in France when their minibus had been hit by a truck inside the port. The minibus was temporarily disabled and so was Alec. His wife, who was the other adult with the small group, didn't drive. I'd gone by train to Dover, collected a hire minibus there, and taken the group home. Now all I had to do was drive to Dover, return the minibus, cross to Calais, collect Alec's repaired minibus, load it on the ferry and drive it home. Simple. If only it had been. But nurses' uniforms got in the way. I'd just left the M2, turned on to the A2 and there they were. Four nurses in blue uniforms hitching a lift. I thought that four of them wouldn't fit in an ordinary car but I had an empty minibus. On the A2 the only place they could be going was Dover. So was I. Without thinking I pulled over. My groin was ruling my head. They came to the side of the minibus. I got out and went round to the side loading door. "Going to Dover?" one said. She was tall, blonde, about 35 and her uniform enhanced her chest measurements. "Yes. Hop in" I replied, sliding the door open. I didn't really notice the odd things about the group. Each was carrying a large backpack and they all wore bright red headscarves. It was a windy day so I thought the headscarves might be an optional part of their uniform. The last odd item was a folding wheelchair. No matter - it fitted in easily. I climbed back in the driver's seat and set off for Dover. We'd be there in half an hour. "So why are you going to Dover?" I asked. The blonde who'd spoken before answered: "It's part of a charity raising event for our hospital. We're all student nurses and we've been sponsored to get as far as we can in a day. We've come from Nottingham. I'm Janet by the way." "I'm Paul." "Hello Paul." I didn't register that they were all rather mature to be student nurses and that her accent was London, not Nottingham. I was too busy glancing in the rear view mirror to look at four nurses' uniforms. Despite myself I was getting an erection. Janet leaned over the seat to talk to me. We discussed the weather, how far it was to Dover - those sort of innocuous things. I even told them about Alec and the minibus being repaired in Calais. The minibus was about halfway to Dover when there was a cry of distress from the back. I looked in the mirror and Janet turned round. "What's up?" I asked. A voice came from the back. "It's Sonia. She's dropped a contact lens." Janet turned back to me. "Could you pull into the next lay-by please. We don't want to tread on her lens." "OK. There's one in about half a mile." I pulled into the lay-by. It was one I usually avoided because it looped off and was shielded from the A2 by trees. It was a favourite dumping ground for joy-riders. I wasn't too concerned because it was daylight and I had four nurses with me. I trusted nurses. I stopped the minibus and turned the engine off. I turned round to see four blue skirted bottoms waggling in between the minibus's seats. My erection became painful. Janet's face came up close to me. "Paul? Could you help please. It might have rolled close to the door. If you could open it carefully ..." "Of course." I said. I got out, went round to the side door and opened it slowly. Janet was watching the inside of the door as it opened. "It's not there, Paul. Can you see under the seats?" I looked in, getting a real eyeful of black nylon covered legs. I saw a glint of glass across the other side of the minibus. "There it is!" The girls tried to reach it but there wasn't room for them to bend down from a sitting position. "We can't reach it," said Janet "Can you, Paul?" She climbed out beside me loosening her headscarf. I reached across lying flat on my face. The nurses lifted their legs out of the way. With the lens in sight I actually ignored the flashes of panties above me. I reached out ... They fell on me! Knees crashed into the small of my back flattening me to the carpet. Janet grabbed my ankles and lashed them together with her scarf. My hands were pulled behind me and tied tightly. Janet pulled me backwards. As my knees hit the tarmac my chest hit the step emptying my lungs. My head was held and a wadded scarf pushed hard into my mouth. Another scarf dragged it deep inside and was knotted tight behind my head. I grunted into the gag but little sound came out. "OK girls! We've got him. Now let's get things looking as we planned." Janet ordered. "Sonia - You change the numberplates. I'll get the disguise out. Lott - Get up front." I watched impotently as they moved purposefully. Janet and the fourth nurse so far unnamed hauled me up on to a seat. The fourth nurse held me in a bear hug while Janet tied my ankle bonds to the seat frame. She produced a handful of black stockings and tights. One pair of tights was wound round my waist and knotted. My wrists were untied and pulled in front of me before being retied to the tights knotted round my waist. A stocking looped through my elbows pulled them back and my hands hard into my stomach. Sonia climbed back into the minibus. "So far so good," approved Janet "What's next?" "The corset." Sonia produced a long black corset from her backpack. "Oh yes. Hold still Paul!" I had no intention of holding still but tied as I was I couldn't resist as the three women wrapped the corset around me, zipped and hooked it up. It was heavily boned and forced me to sit very straight. It pulled my arms even harder against me and was so tight that I had to pant for breath through my nose. I was panicking that I wouldn't be able to breathe. Janet noticed my distress. "Calm down Paul. Breathe slowly and deeply. That's it! We're not going to harm you. We just want to borrow this minibus for a while, don't we girls?" The girls agreed with her. I relaxed slightly but I was still worried. Why did they want a minibus? Why not hire one instead of kidnapping me and stealing one? They had obviously planned their actions. What would they do with me? Sonia brought another item from her pack. It looked like a long straight black dress. "Stand up, Paul!" Janet ordered. I didn't. I sat still. Janet produced a workman's knife from the pocket of her dress. She slid the blade out and held it in front of my eyes. "If you don't do as you are told you will get cut. We don't mind bandaging you up. We're all trained nurses." I stood up with difficulty. Sonia pulled the dress down over me. It fell beyond my feet. She zipped it up at the back and hooked up the collar. I was covered right up to my chin. She tied another pair of tights round my waist and fed the legs through the seat cushions. Finally she threw another voluminous black garment over my head. Janet helped her arrange it carefully. It was a burqah. I had a small viewing panel in front of my eyes. In the driver's mirror I could see that I was totally concealed. "Sit down, Paul." said Janet. I sat and the tights' legs were tied through the seat's cushion to the frame. I could lean forward, or from side to side but that was it. Even that was denied me. Janet fastened the safety belt across me and pulled it tight. She sat beside me with her knife pressed against my side. She had retracted the blade but that was small comfort. "Now, Paul. You keep absolutely still and pretend to be a veiled woman while we go where we want to go. OK?" I nodded and realised that even that movement was difficult because of the high collar of the dress. "Right, Lott. We're fixed back here." Lott started the engine and drove off. We rejoined the A2 and continued towards Dover. Soon we turned off. I was trying to follow where we were going until Janet lifted the burqah and blindfolded me with another scarf. I still tried to work out where they were going by following the turns but they drove for at least half an hour. If they had driven directly to where they were going and it was near Dover it shouldn't have taken that long so they'd been driving around to confuse me. The minibus stopped. I heard a gate being opened and shut behind us. We were on an unmade road for at least a mile. We stopped again and the engine was switched off. "Get the chair." I heard Janet say. I was released from the ties holding me to the seat. My feet were lifted on to the seat. I was slid out of the minibus. Strong hands carried me and put me down in the wheelchair. My legs and waist were tied to it. It was pushed across gravel then pulled backwards up two steps. I heard it trundling across bare floorboards. It sounded like an empty house. We turned into a room and stopped. "Put him on the bed" said Janet. "Fix him to it like the other." I didn't like the sound of that. Who was the other? I was untied from the chair, pushed into a standing position and the burqah was lifted off. The dress was unhooked, unzipped and pulled up over my head. I was shuffled across the room and sat on the edge of a bed. I was pushed back on to it, my legs roughly pulled up and I felt fingers and hands on my trousers. I was quickly stripped of trousers and underpants which were pulled down to my tied ankles. I felt nylon slide around my knees and wrench tight. My ankles were untied. I tried to kick but too many hands held my legs as my socks, shoes, trousers and pants were pulled off. A soft cuff clamped round each ankle and I heard two metallic clicks. A rattle followed by another click. I tried to move my feet. I could separate them a little. The corset was removed. That was bliss. That corset had been the worst part of being restrained. It had cut into my arms and hands and it had been completely unforgiving. Every time I drew breath it had forced my lungs shut again. I could now breathe freer even though I was still tightly gagged. My elbows were untied, and my hands. I tried to struggle as soft cuffs encircled my wrists but it seemed as if there were four hands to each of mine. My arms were pulled above my head. Two more clicks as they were secured. Finally the tights around my knees and waist were undone. My shirt was unbuttoned. It and my vest were pulled up and one arm at a time was released from the cuff to let my clothes be pulled off. I was now completely naked except for my gag and blindfold. Despite myself the frequent handling by female hands and the contact with nurses' uniform had made me fully erect. "Look at that!" said someone. "I'd like to use that. Shame we're going to be too busy." A hand stroked across my erection softly. "It won't go to waste. The watcher can have it. Come on. Let's get moving." I heard footsteps leaving the room yet I sensed that someone was still there. I tested my bonds but they were firm. A hand stroked my chest. I flinched. "Don't worry, Paul. I'm here to look after you." It was a voice I hadn't heard before. A lilting Welsh accent that seemed concerned about me. Despite myself I started to cry into my blindfold. The sobs shook my body but no sound came through the efficient gag. "Don't cry, Paul." Her hands stroked my shoulders. They were gentle and calming. "We've got what we want. It's only a question of time before we're done and you can go." I believed her. Why? I don't know. Maybe it was the Welsh accent that reminded me of a girl in my distant past that had been really kind. "Now, Paul, there's one thing I can do for you straight away." I felt her climb on to the bed beside me. Her dress brushed against my skin. A leg slid over my body and she straddled me. "Are you ready, Paul?" Her hand grasped my erection and squeezed it gently before stroking it. I gasped into my gag. She slid me into her pussy and her hands pressed my shoulders. She rode me firmly but gently. As I got closer and closer I could barely breathe. I was suffocating with the gag filling my mouth. I panted through my nose but I wasn't getting enough air. I could feel my face reddening from lack of air. I had to breathe but her gently insistent pussy was driving me faster and faster. She stopped. Just like that. She stopped. "You can't breathe, can you Paul? If I carry on I'd kill you, wouldn't I?" I nodded weakly. "We can't have that. I don't want to kill you. I want to enjoy you." She leant forward pressing her uniform covered breasts against my naked chest. Her hands sought the knot holding my gag in place. Her fingers fumbled behind my head to undo the knot. The scarf came off. She eased the wet wadded scarf out of my mouth. I gasped for air and panted. "Now, Paul. I've been good to you. Don't yell for help. There isn't any. We're a long way from anywhere so no one can hear you except the others. That would get me into trouble with them and you would be gagged again. You don't want to get me into trouble, do you?" I shook my head. "Good! And you won't make a noise, will you?" I shook my head again. "So - we can continue where we left off." Her pussy contracted around me. Her hands wandered over my chest as she rode me harder and harder. In spite of my promise I started to groan as I came nearer to coming. Her hand covered my mouth at the final moment as I shot everything I had inside her warm pulsating grip. "I'll forgive you this time, Paul but be quieter next time, please." "I'll try," I whispered "but you are so good." "I'm glad you liked my efforts, Paul. Now we have dealt with the immediate need is there anything else you'd like?" "I'd like to go to the toilet, please?" "Front or back?" came the matter-of-fact response. "Front." "That's easy. You stay there and keep quiet. I'll be back in a moment." She lifted herself off me and I heard her heels click across the floor, a door open and close followed by the same sounds in reverse as she returned. "OK Paul. I have a male bottle here. Just let it go." I let go. She left again. On her return she sat beside me on the bed. "Since you have behaved and not made a noise, I had a word with the others. They have decided that I can take your blindfold off. You've seen us anyway and you will have no idea where you are - so ..." She untied the blindfold and pulled it off. My eyes blinked at the sudden light. They focused on her. "Well, Paul? What do you think of me?" I looked at her. She had black hair cut just above her shoulders and curling inwards. Her face was heart-shaped, not pretty but attractive. She had acceptable breasts and a slim waist over very nice legs. Her fingers were long and slim and free of rings. I'd put her slightly over 30 but not far. She was not the sort of woman that you'd push out of bed! "I like what I see. You are a very attractive and talented woman." "Thank you for "attractive" but you've only experienced one talent. You might change your mind." "I don't think so. What's your name? I have names for the others but not for you." "You can call me Bronwen. It's not my name." "OK Bronwen. What happens now?" "That depends. Janet will decide." As if on cue, Janet came in. "What are you calling yourself?" This was to Bronwen. "Bronwen." "It'll do. Now, Paul. We have borrowed your mobile phone and your credit card. Apparently you have been told that Alec's minibus won't be ready for a few more days. You've extended the hire of the minibus, left messages from the minibus hire company to tell Alec and your employers saying that you're in France for a few days. Everyone is happy with that explanation. So - no one will be looking for you or for the minibus. You'll have to be our guest for a few days." "A few days! You can't keep me tied up for a few days!" "We can. We'll leave - er - Bronwen to look after you. When we have finished what we need to do we'll set you free. I don't think anyone will believe that you were abducted by some nurses and kept tied up. It's too far fetched. You won't have any marks or bruises or any evidence to prove your story. Even if you try to describe us, we're just four women. You can't describe how we're dressed because we're all wearing nurses' uniform. How would anyone find five women somewhere in England?" I saw her point. Although all four were reasonably attractive women none had any distinguishing features. No scars, tattoos, birthmarks - whatever might be under their black tights and blue dresses I hadn't seen anything. "If you co-operate with Bronwen and don't give her or us any trouble you'll be free with the loss of a few days out of your life and the cost of a few days minibus hire. If not - well Bronwen cried about what we did to the other one." "What other one?" I asked. "The one that made it necessary for us to have a minibus. If he'd been as sensible as you we wouldn't have hurt him. But he wasn't sensible and we had to get nasty. Bronwen didn't like that, did you Bronwen?" "No. I didn't. You were too rough." said Bronwen "We weren't. We could have been harder on him. Now, Paul will you agree to stay here with Bronwen and do what she tells you?" "Or what?" I asked. "If you don't agree, you'll have to come with us, gagged, blindfolded, trussed in that corset and hidden in the burqah. You'd find it very painful because we couldn't release you for three or four days. We might have to prevent you hearing anything as well. Earphones glued in your ears playing continuous music would do. We haven't got a great choice. There's only the tapes left in the minibus. I think there's Hammond Organ hits and Hawaiian Guitar." "I agree to stay with Bronwen. I couldn't stand three days of that sort of music." "A wise choice." said Janet. "OK. We'll be leaving in a few minutes. Don't try to persuade Bronwen to set you free. She can't. I've got the keys. You'll have to please Bronwen to get fed and looked after. If you don't she could starve you until we get back. You know what to do, Bronwen. You can amuse yourself and him how you like but don't let him get free and don't give him any marks that show. Apart from that - have fun!" Janet left. Bronwen kissed me on the cheek. "Stay there, Paul. I'll get us something to eat." Bronwen left the room. I looked carefully around me. I was in a large room. From its dimensions and details it looked Victorian but if there had been an old fireplace it had been ripped out leaving the builder's opening. The walls were painted cream discoloured with age. There was a large sash window obscured by white distemper. A bare light bulb hung from a fabric-covered flex but from the paraffin lamp on a rickety chest of drawers it looked as if the power was off. The bed I was attached to was a very solid double with iron railings at head and foot. My ankle cuffs - lined with a soft material - were joined by a short chain to a swivel link. That link was attached to another short chain which was padlocked to the central rail at the foot of the bed. That rail was at least 75mm thick and solid. I pulled my feet hard and there was no give in that rail at all. My arms were spread out and the soft lined handcuffs were clamped round the extreme rails of the bedhead. Again they were 75mm thick. They didn't move either. I had to face it. I was chained to this bed until Janet got back. The only good point was that it was a comfortable bed. The mattress was firm and it had a fitted white satin sheet which felt sensuous against my bare skin. The pillows were also covered in white satin. The only other item of furniture was a solid old armchair with short wooden legs. A duvet in a blue satin cover was draped over it. The floor was bare tongued and grooved boards. Minibus I was heading north, intending to spend the long break up on the Gold Coast. You know, just relaxing with the sun, sea and sand. And the girls, of course. Let us not forget those little darlings. I had no doubt whatsoever that there would be a number of chased and unchaste young ladies on the beaches. Due to an unfortunate set of circumstances my normal vehicle was off the road. Not letting that worry me I'd set about locating another set of wheels. The way I saw it I'd buy a cheap set of wheels and use them for the next six weeks, reselling the car when I got back. With a bit of effort I'd get my money back and might even make a profit on the deal. A lot better than renting a car for six weeks. Looking around I finished picking up an old VW Microbus. It wasn't what you'd call flashy but it was in good nick and quite cheap. So there I was, trundling along the Pacific Coast road, facing a thousand mile journey. With the microbus I was quite willing to pick up a hitch-hiker or two. It wasn't as though I was short of room and, if the hiker could drive, I could also take a break. Pulling out of Eden I came across two young ladies hitching a ride. Naturally I was going to stop and offer them a lift when I noticed, further up the road, two young ladies hitching a ride. Beyond them there was yet another pair. I was curious. Who wouldn't have been? Normally you might see one or two people hitching, but six? In such close proximity to each other? I kept driving until I reached the furthest pair, then I pulled over. "Morning, ladies," I said cheerfully as they came scampering over. "Need a lift?" They did indeed need a lift, but they were also looking at all those empty seats in my little bus and casting glances back at the other girls. "Care to explain what's going on?" I asked, indicating all three little groups of hikers. "Um, we're all together," said one of the girls. "Our transport died, and I mean it's totally dead. We thought we'd have a better chance of being picked up if we split into pairs. Ah, do you think you could accommodate all of us?" I gestured towards the empty bus. "Not a problem," I informed her, "as long as you can all prove that you're over eighteen. I do not want to find myself being charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. If you're under eighteen, a note from your mother will suffice." No notes from mothers were required and in short order the girls had boarded and we were trundling along. Several of the young ladies had licences and were quite willing to take a share of the driving duties. This gave us an almost unbroken run all the way to Coffs Harbour. When we reached Coffs I pulled up at the motel where I was booked. It turned out the girls also had reservations in Coffs. Not for the same motel but within easy walking distance. I headed for my room and they waltzed off to their motel. Before they left I told them that I was continuing on to the Gold Coast first thing in the morning. Seeing that was also their destination I had no objection to giving them another lift, as long as they were back at the 'bus when I was ready to leave. We agreed on a time (be here by this time or miss out) and we parted. Half an hour later I was spitting chips. When I'd gone out for dinner I went to pay be cash. I had the money alright, but I found that my wallet was a little lighter than it should have been. About a hundred bucks lighter. One or more of my happy little friends had sticky fingers. I'm a bit of a gadget nut. I like computers and cameras and smart phones and all the things you can do with them. For instance, I had installed a dash-cam in the 'bus, just as a silent witness in case of accident. Lots of people have them. A slightly different version of the dash-cam was also installed next to the roof light. This focused on the dash and front seats. With that I could prove how fast I was travelling if there was an accident (or potential speeding fine) and also who was driving. I sucked the day's records off the camera and into my smartphone and started reviewing. It's a habit of mine when doing long distance driving to dump the things in my pockets into the glove box. I find that it helps me relax and reduces the pressure points on me while I'm sitting for long periods. Normally I reload my pockets when I leave the vehicle. I'd been distracted and forgotten to do so at lunch time when we all took a break. Running quickly through the day's video until I came to the lunch break I started watching closer. I was quite irritated to observe Emma, the first girl I'd spoken to, get in the car and rifle through the glove box. I didn't mind her checking my licence to see if the name I gave matched (it did) but I did object to her also opening my wallet and extracting a couple of notes. Assuming they turned up in the morning I was going to have a few words with that girl. They did turn up, all of them happy and cheerful and dressed for what promised to be a very hot day. I didn't say a word at that point, just indicating they should pile in. A little while later we were on our way. Just outside of Coffs Harbour is the Big Banana, a tourist trap. It's a banana plantation with rides and various amusements. Seeing it was early in the morning they were still closed and would be for several more hours. This meant I could pull into their carpark and pull over, confident that I'd be the only one there and that I wouldn't be disturbed. I turned and addressed the girls. "I have a little problem," I announced. I pointed to the two dash-cams I had, explaining their purpose. Emma, I noticed, was starting to blush. The rest of the girls just seemed a little puzzled. Their puzzlement cleared up fast when I explained about the missing money and what the video had revealed. Emma was now bright red and the other girls were giving her furious looks. "I suppose this means that you want us to get out and start hitch-hiking again," observed a pretty little redhead, name of Naomi, I think. All the girls were looking a little disgruntled at the idea. "By no means," I said. "Nor am I going to boot Emma out to hitch-hike by herself. Or I should say I won't if you agree to my terms. The choice will be yours." Naomi had a very cynical look on her face. Oh, the shame of it, for one so young to be so suspicious. "And just what are these terms?" she asked me sweetly. "Quite simple, really. I'm assuming that the rest of you weren't in on the dirty deed so you should have no real objection to having Emma bend over that seat," nodding to indicate the middle seat, "pulling down her panties and taking it in turns to paddle her bare bottom. I thought that the punishment would be better coming from you." "That's it?" asked Naomi. "We take turns spanking Emma and that's the end of the matter?" "Well, I would like my hundred bucks back if she's still got it," I added, "but effectively that's it. The fact that Emma will be sitting for several hundred miles on a smarting bottom should help drive the lesson home. Oh, and I should add that Emma has to agree to the punishment. I'm not having you simply grab her and beat on her." "Why do I have to agree?" asked Emma, sounding a little bitter. "It shows a properly remorseful attitude," I said sanctimoniously. Also, left unsaid, was the fact that it would protect the other girls from complaints of assault. I gave Emma a look and waved a hand graciously toward the nominated seat, chosen because it had the most room around it. She gave me a furious look, turned and bent over the seat, waiting. "Why don't you start the ball rolling, Naomi," I said, nodding to the redhead. Naomi gave a little shrug and came over to stand behind Emma. That's an advantage of a 'bus. Smaller people can actually stand up in them. Me, I still have to duck my head. Anyway, as I was saying, Naomi stood behind Emma and yanked down her shorts and her panties, revealing a pretty white tush. Emma muttered something and turned her head to glare at me, the author of her problems. At the same time it dawned on her where I was sitting and what I could now see. Everything, where she was concerned. "Do you have to sit there and watch?" she snapped at me. I nodded, smiling. "Ah, yes, I do believe I do. Nice tush by the way." Our budding conversation was cut short at that point by Naomi delivering a good firm spank to Emma's bottom. This produced a squeal, but after that Emma worked hard at keeping her mouth shut while Naomi spanked her. I let Naomi bounce her hand off Emma's bottom for a while, admiring the way she was putting some effort into it. Emma's bottom was starting to develop a nice little glow. Satisfied with the way things were going I tapped Naomi on the shoulder, indicating her time was up. She moved away with a satisfied smile while another of the young ladies took her place. The second girl gave Emma a hesitant little slap. "If you don't do a proper job," I observed, "I might feel that you sympathised with her and needed your own spanking." At this the second girl lost her hesitation and started spanking Emma quite briskly. It's wonderful what the right incentive will do. One after the other the young ladies delivered their punishment, all of them apparently quite keen to demonstrate that they didn't sympathise with Emma. Her bottom was a very nice red when the last girl finished. Emma didn't try to get up when the last spanking finished. She just lay bent over the seat, bottom high, feeling very sorry for herself. I considered her. "While Emma has a nice red bottom," I said, "it seems to me that some of you might have been a bit erratic with your spanking. Look how red she is here." Reaching over I slowly drew my finger down along the flushed area which, coincidentally, following along her slit. Emma gave a squeak but didn't move. "Will you look at this," I said, giving a gentle prod with my finger and finding it sinking deep in. "You've got her all worked up and excited. It was supposed to just be a spanking, not a case of stirring her up." The girls didn't say anything but they were all watching as my fingers played along her mound. Well, Emma wasn't watching, but neither was she saying anything. "It really wouldn't be fair to leave her like this," I pointed out, my hand gently massaging. "Any suggestions?" I could have guessed that Naomi would have one. "All you have to do is keep stirring her up until she's satisfied," she said. "That's right," said another one of the lasses, "and you've got the equipment to stir her properly. Why don't you use it?" There were general sounds of approval. Never let anyone tell you that women are the gentle sex. These girls were watching eagerly to see what would happen. I stroked Emma some more, feeling her squirm and press against my hand, but she still didn't say anything. I unzipped, showing that I was ready for action. I leaned over Emma, brushing my cock against her pussy, rubbing it slowly along her lips. She was pressing against me and I could hear her breathing had deepened. Straightening up a little, I guided my cock into position so that I was pressing against her. Slowly but surely I pressed, feeling her lips yielding under me. Then she was pressing back against me, my cock moving in faster and deeper. I drove in hard, taking her fiercely, and Emma pushed back, lifting her bottom up and pushing, encouraging me to take her all the way. I could hear the rest of them muttering and giggling, making a few pointed comments. I ignored them, concentrating on the things that mattered. In this case, taking care of Emma's little problem. I considered it unfortunate that Emma still had her top on but, in the circumstances, I didn't think it appropriate to take it off. Instead, I took hold of her hips, helping to pull her towards me as I thrust, giving extra impetus to my drive. Emma kept gasping and asking for more as I took her. While I was hitting her hard I was also taking my time between each stroke, helping to prolong the experience. And I was enjoying it, feeling her body cling to me as I drove in, our flesh rubbing against each other, the friction igniting sparks that were soon burning fiercely. I could feel Emma going not so quietly frantic beneath me, pressing firmly against my thrusting cock and demanding I get a move on. She had a need and an itch and I was supposed to be attending to them. Attend to them I did, gradually increasing the tempo of our interaction until I was really ravishing her. Emma didn't seem to mind, being intent on ravishing me back again, bucking hard under me as she sought her own pleasure. If it was a contest, I won, as the first comer is always the winner. Not that Emma was a sore loser. She crossed the line right after I did, and seemed quite happy to do so. She certainly screamed her triumph loudly enough. At that point I tossed my keys to Naomi and suggest that she start driving. I wasn't quite in the best condition to do it. Approaching Surfers I told my passengers that I was actually staying in Broadbeach, but was willing to run them into Surfers itself it they wanted. They said that there would be no need, they were in a motel on Broadbeach as well. Could I drop them off outside The Oasis hotel/shopping complex? Their motel was only a short walk from there. I could, and did, then headed off towards my own place. It was only after I was driving away that it occurred to me that I hadn't collected my hundred from Emma. You can guess my chances of seeing that in the future. The next day was typical Queensland weather. Hot and sunny. While I intended to visit the various theme parks around the place I decided that my first day I'd get reacquainted with the beach at Broadbeach. The beach there was made up of three parts. There was a nice strip of parkland which had barbecue facilities, shelters, and children's play areas, a very nice strip of golden sand along the water's edge and, between these two strips, a dividing strip of scrubland, covered in bushes up to six feet in height. Between the park and the scrubland was a very nice track with, at random intervals, paths cutting through the scrub and down to the sand and the sea. On the ocean side of the scrub there were little paths that meandered in and out of the brush, some skirting the edges and others wandering in quite deeply before emerging back on the sand. I get a mild kick out of strolling along these little paths because they're the favourite spots of the nervous Nelly's. The nervous Nelly's are those women who want to do a spot of topless sunbathing, but not in public, thank you very much. These are the girls who'll go back home and let their friends know they were doing a spot of topless sunbathing, never mentioning the fact that they hid away while doing it. Strolling along these back paths you'll come across them. It would be crass to actually turn and ogle the lovelies on display so you keep your eyes to the front, but you can still see some nice surprises. Coming around a bend in the trail I spotted this lovely little redhead, sitting up and smoothing on some sunscreen. I was about to meander on down the path without acknowledging that I'd so much as seen her when it dawned on me that it was Naomi. Apart from a rather intimate moment with Emma, Naomi was the girl I'd come to know best on the trip up. We'd had a few talks and she'd been first in line to take over the driving when I wanted a break. As far as I was concerned, knowing the nervous Nelly changed the rules. I openly admired her attributes as I approached her, settling on the grass next to her. "How nice to see you again," I murmured, reaching out and taking the sun-cream off her. "Turn around and I'll do your back." "It's not nice. Give that back and go away," she responded. I ignored her comment, squirting some cream onto my hands and staring to smooth it over her back. She muttered something under her breath but leaned forward, letting me smooth on the cream. I took my time. She had nice skin and it felt good under my hands. Finally satisfied I pulled back slightly, indicating she should lie back. "I can do my front quite easily," she pointed out, staying hunched forward, her arms around her knees. "I know," I agreed, "but then I'd miss out on the pleasure of doing it. Now lie back." I pressed gently on her shoulders and she finally laid back, arms crossed over her breasts. I took a wrist and lifted one arm, rubbing cream along it before she could protest. I followed this up with her other arm, although she quickly covered her breasts with the arm I'd just released. Finishing doing her arms I took Naomi's wrists and eased her arms to her side. "Leave them there," I murmured softly. "I like looking at you. A figure like yours deserves honest appreciation." She protested, but didn't move to cover herself again. I squeezed some cream onto her tummy and started spreading it around. Moving up her tummy it wasn't long before I was rubbing cream into the curve of her breasts. Her hands came up to cover then again, stopping when I gave a little growl of disapproval. From her blush as I massaged the cream onto her breasts you'd think she already had a sunburnt face. I was properly attentive to the job I was doing on her breasts. They were very pale and it would be wrong to let those lovelies get burnt. From the comments Naomi made it would appear that she thought I was being a little over attentive. Reluctantly leaving her breasts to look after themselves I moved back down her body, rubbing cream into her lower tummy and down her legs. Finishing that, it occurred to me that she might roll down the waistband of her bikini bottom, exposing that little bit of extra skin to the merciless rays of the sun. It was only proper that I take precautions for her. A little cream on my fingers and I was dipping them under the waist of Naomi's bikini bottom, rubbing the soft skin. It wasn't that I was trying to massage her mound, mind you. I was just rubbing some cream along the lower part of her belly and possibly onto her mons. I maintained afterwards that it was because I was concentrating on what I was doing that I misheard what Naomi said to me. I'd just started rubbing the cream onto her mons when she gave a gasp. "Enough. Get your hands off me," she said, her voice sounding rather strained. All I really heard was the strain in her voice and the word "off". I naturally assumed that she was referring to her bikini bottom, telling me to remove them so that I could use the cream properly. Or something like that. I hooked onto the waist of the bikini and wasted no time in lowering them. "What do you think you're doing?" Naomi said with a yelp. She tried to sit up so that she could grab them but I'd unfortunately started rubbing cream in again, effectively stopping her. "You said to take them off," I pointed out, all innocence and well-meaning behaviour. "I did no such thing. I said for you to take your hands off. Will you please stop touching me there?" With the bikini gone it had seemed only reasonable that I should continue what I'd been doing. After all, it was a hot day. "I'm just protecting you from the sun," I pointed out, continuing to rub. Now really, my heart was in the right place. I thought it was positively ill-mannered to point out that I hadn't been using any cream for a while. "Enough," Naomi protested again. "What do you hope to gain by this anyway?" I must have a very expressive face as she promptly answered her own question. "Oh, my god. You don't seriously think I'm going to let you. . ." Her voice died away, and I eased her legs apart in answer to her unfinished question. "You're crazy," she snapped. "You can't do that sort of thing here. Someone may come past at any moment." Minibus "Unlikely," I murmured. "If they do they'll probably be polite and pretend not to notice. However, we should make it a case of fast in, fast out." I was now kneeling between her thighs, lowering my shorts while I talked. Naomi's eyes were open wide, looking at me. To my amusement she propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view of what was about to happen. I leaned forward, my erection quickly coming into contact with her slit, stroking it lightly for a moment before pushing forward again, easing my way into her. "You can't," came the protest. "Really, you can't. Someone may come. Oh, god, you're really doing it. I don't believe this is happening." If it was a dream, it felt very real to me. She was tight and wet and clinging, and I could feel her pushing up to meet me as I drove into her. Like she said, someone might come past, so I was following my own advice of fast in. I was fully inside her with that single thrust, feeling her stretch to accommodate me and close tightly around me. That done I pulled back and started driving in, wasting no time in setting up a hard and fast rhythm, delighted to find that, after a startled gasp, Naomi had no trouble matching it. My hands closed upon her breasts, treasuring them, while our loins moved together with joyful abandon. The trouble with hard and fast is the fast bit. I have no problem going in hard but I usually try to draw things out. This time I just went for it, pumping Naomi hard, feeling her respond in like style. Oddly enough, for all that we went at it hammer and tongs for a quick finish, Naomi actually reached a climax before I did. I was driving in hard when I heard her gasp, her eyes opened wide and then she just seemed to come apart under me, gasping and shuddering and clamping down on my poor weapon just as hard as she could. Fortunately, I was near as be damned to exploding anyway, and when she squeezed she effectively pulled my trigger. I just groaned and let fly, feeling her doing her best to drain me. Naomi was looking vaguely shocked afterwards, but wasn't so shocked that she forgot about her bikini. She had it back on real fast, once she started to get her wits about her. Rather fortunate that she did so as a couple of people came strolling along the path moments later. I got a killing look from Naomi at that. I could just see her imagining what would have happened if they'd passed by a minute earlier. I just smiled and winked at her. "Don't fret the things that didn't happen," I told her. "Just relax and say thank you for the things that did. I'm going to Dream World tomorrow. If you or any of the others want a lift there I'll pick you up outside the Oasis at nine." She made no promises but said she'd pass the offer on. I hoped that some of girls might take advantage of the offer. It's always more fun visiting these places with someone you know. All things considered, this was shaping up to be an interesting holiday.