Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

Chapter 11.


I finished my drink as quickly as I could. I wasn't used to drinking beer, not in these quantities anyway, and as I stood to leave the table I staggered slightly. Keith grabbed hold of my arm to steady me, and then pulled me close into him, slipping his arm round my waist as he did so. We stood for a few moments, waiting for the others to get ready, and I felt his hand drop from my waist to my hips, and then to my bottom. He was stroking and kneading my bottom in full view of anyone who cared to watch. Then he 'passed' me over to Paul, who started to do the same.
Finally everyone was ready to leave, and I followed Alan, Neil Keith and Lin out of the pub. Paul's hand was still on my bottom as we walked out. "Nice arse." He muttered in my ear as we walked. "Can't wait to give it a bit of punishment."

It was dark as we left the pub, and the cool night air was refreshing, and brought back some of my senses. I hadn't been allowed to put my jacket on, and the coolness of the air made my nipples harden again. It had started to rain quite heavily, and this also helped to offset the effects of the beer I had drunk. Nevertheless, I still felt lightheaded from the beer, and also the effects of an evening of almost constant manhandling.
We made our way to the cars. No one seemed to be in any hurry, as we walked quite slowly across the car park. Then I realised why. The rain had started to soak into my T-shirt, causing it to cling to my body and go almost transparent. I wasn't the only one who had noticed this, as they all took a good look at my chest. I looked down, and I could clearly see the pink of my nipples through the wet cotton. I shivered. Partly from the chill, partly from the sheer arousal the cold was causing to my stimulated nipples.
We reached Lin's car, and instead of opening the doors, she went instead to the boot. Opening this, she turned to me and said "Take your trainers off, and put them in here."

I did as I was told, and felt the chill from the car park puddles seep into my feet. My jacket was thrown in after my trainers, and then Lin said "Now the jeans. Take them off."
They had all gathered round in a circle to watch, clearly enjoying themselves. I opened the button of my jeans, lowered the zip, and then pushed them down to my ankles. I took them off and threw them into the boot, which Lin then slammed shut.
"Right then, who wants her in their car?"
Andy was first to respond. "You had her coming here, we'll have her on the way back. Fair enough?"
They all agreed that this was fair, without any reference to me of course. Andy turned and walked over to his car, Richard and Paul followed, and I padded along behind them wearing only a now very wet T-shirt, which left nothing to the imagination, and my white knickers, which were also in danger of becoming wet and transparent.

Andy's car was some distance away from Lin's, and they still seemed to be in no rush to get there. I looked back to see the others getting into Lin's car, huge grins on all of their faces.
We finally found Andy's car, and he opened the doors to let us all in. Andy was driving, Richard got into the front passenger seat, and Paul got in the back with me. I was shivering from the cold as Andy started the engine.
We started to pull away, and Paul immediately started to fondle my breasts through my T-shirt. After a few moments he said "Take that thing off, I want a good look."
I struggled in the back of the car to get the soaking shirt off, and then handed it to Paul, who dropped it onto the floor. Then I had to sit facing him as he stared at my breasts. He was clearly enjoying the view, and soon started to fondle and cup them, paying particular attention to my sensitive nipples. I started to feel the familiar sensations of arousal as he happily mauled me.

And then we had left the village, and there were no streetlights. "Turn the light on Andy, I can't see what I'm doing here." Paul called. Andy duly obliged, and we continued on our way with the inside of the car lit up so that anyone we passed would have a clear view of him groping my breasts.
"You play with them for a bit." He ordered. I started to gently squeeze and knead my breasts; I cupped them and stroked my nipples, becoming more and more randy as I did so.

Then Paul reached out and grabbed the waistband of my knickers. He pulled the elastic tight, and then peered down the front at my shaven mound. "Fucking great. She's as bald as a chimps arse down there, look."