Chapter 6

It was some weeks later that Mike next raised the subject. They had finished their supper and the late evening sunshine was starting to fade. “Come on,” he said. “We’re going out.”

“Where to? I’m not dressed for going out.” Cassie said, looking at the skirt and blouse she hadn’t changed since coming home from work.

“You’ll be fine as you are. In fact, put your suit jacket back on, too.”

Cassie obeyed and followed Mike out to the car. He said nothing as they drove out of town and into the countryside. It was still light enough to make the rolling hills and the cornfields beside this major road look beautiful. Cassie was sure that wasn’t the object of their outing, though. Soon, Mike turned off onto a smaller road. They drove for another half-hour as the day faded into twilight.

He pulled into what looked like a large layby which was partly screened from the road by trees, and stopped the car. “Now we wait,” he said.

“Wait for what?” Cassie asked.

“You’ll see.” Mike refused to say more, so Cassie turned on the radio and listened to some music. Some minutes later, other cars started to arrive. They waited some more. Then a light flashed from inside the nearest car. “Out you get. Time to take a look,” Mike said. They got out and went across to the other car. Cassie gulped when she looked inside, the woman kneeling on the passenger seat was giving an enthusiastic blowjob to the driver. Another man came and stood on the far side of the car, also watching. When the driver saw that they had an audience, he opened the passenger-side window. “You can touch if you like,” he called.

“Touch her,” Mike murmured to Cassie. She looked. The woman pushed her bottom backwards towards the open window, in a clear invitation.

“You want me to touch her?” Cassie whispered.

“Yes.”

Cassie reached tentatively inside the car and stroked the woman’s bottom. The woman arched her back and parted her thighs, revealing her sex, which was open and wet. Cassie hesitated, feeling how incongruous the situation was, she in her teaching suit, very formal and proper, compared with the other woman, with her naked bottom and a mouth full of dick.

“Well?” Mike urged her. “Go on. Touch her properly.”

“I don’t think I dare. I’m not ... a lesbian, Mike.”

“I know you’re not!” He grabbed her hand and shoved it between the woman’s thighs. “There! And you’re still not a lesbian!”

Cassie caressed the soft, wet flesh and knew what the woman must be feeling. Without making a conscious decision, her fingers began to probe inside the woman’s vagina. The woman pushed against her hand. Cassie dug deeper. She’d never touched a woman’s sex, but she knew how she herself loved to be caressed. The driver moaned and came and the woman gagged, then swallowed, several times. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, she turned her head and caught sight of Cassie.

“Fucking lesbo!” she snapped, her voice coarse and rough. She pulled away from Cassie’s hand and sat down, hard. “Piss off!”

Cassie was horror-struck, mortification and shock mingling in her reaction. She whipped her hand back just in time, as the woman closed the car window. Cassie stumbled away, starting to cry. Mike caught up with her and hugged her.

“It’s okay, it’s ok,” he babbled. “That wasn’t what was supposed to happen.”