Chapter 1

Mike waved goodbye to his grandparents and drove off. It was not even forty miles back home but it was his first major journey since passing his driving test the week before.

His mother was uneasy about him making the trip but his father said he would be fine and it would be good experience, even though deep down he seemed a little concerned himself and made Mike promise to phone if he got into the slightest difficulty. Mike had agreed.

About twenty minutes into the journey there was a sea of tail lights in front of him as all the traffic ground to halt, there was no visible reason for it that Mike could see but it was certainly a jam. For the next fifteen minutes it was stop and start at about five miles an hour. He had done this journey countless times as a passenger with his parents and now tried to remember other routes they had taken. He seemed to remember this father turning off this road and taking the back roads home so as soon as he reached the next left turn he indicated and turned off down the narrow country road.

Unfortunately there seemed to be no signposts to confirm he was on the right road and the more he drove on the more he began to think he may on the wrong road. It was now beginning to get dusk, added to that it was starting to rain, he decided to find a safe place to stop and check the map, not only that he would ring his parents to warn them he would be late. Otherwise he just knew he would be getting a whole load of earache when he got home, especially from his mother.

About a mile and a half down the road he saw a sign for a small picnic area with a car park, he turned off the road and into the car park. There was only one problem with map reading, if you didn't know where you are it is a bit difficult to work out any kind of route, this Mike now realised. He rang this mother and told her he would be late and didn't know what time he would be home because of the traffic jam, this bought him some time. His pride would not let him mention he had got lost.

Just as he was about to drive off again he noticed another car, or rather one of those ever popular people carriers as they are known parked at the other end of the small car park. On reflection it may not have been a very sensible thing to do but Mike jumped out of car and walked over to the car to try and get some directions and find out if he was on the right road.

On getting closer to the car he was relieved to see a middle aged couple sitting in it, clearly visible as the interior light was on. The women was in her late forties, slightly plump but quite attractive, she was dressed as though she was going to a Vicars and Tarts party Mike thought, although her assumed husband was dressed normally, strange but anyway hopefully they can help he thought.

"Hi, my names John and this is the Mrs - Liz" the man said winding the window down.

"Ermmmm right, I'm Mike" Mike said somewhat surprised that introductions were necessary.

The rain was now getting heavy and Mike was clearly getting very wet.

"Want to get in the back?, you'll getting soaked"

Without a thought Mike reached for the door handle.

"No, you'll have to go around the other side, the locks broken and seized on this door" John said.

Once in the car Mike couldn't help but notice the woman who had been introduced as Liz was wearing black fishnet stockings and a very short skirt, with a top that barely covered her breasts and was quite attractive in an older woman tarty sort of way.

"Haven't seen you here before Mike" John said learning over the seat.

Why should he? Mike thought to himself, very strange.

"Mind if Liz gets in the back?"

Before Mike could reply or try to work out what was going on here, the women was climbing in the back and sliding along the seat next to him. Mike was now beginning to get a bit concerned; he didn't feel in danger but knew this was a situation he needed to get out of. He discreetly tried the door handle on his side but it wouldn't budge, as John had already said the lock was seized and there was the only one way out.

Liz had wasted no time and within a minute had her hand on his thigh, was constantly moving it up higher and then starting to apply a gentle but firm rubbing massage through his jeans, getting ever closer to his most sensitive area.

"How old are you Mike?" asked John leaning over from the front seat.

Ermmmm, errr seventeen..." Mike stuttered.

"You got a girlfriend Mike?" John continued.

"Errrrrrr, no not yet, no time ... been studying a lot for exams" ... Mike again stuttered in reply.