Traveller Probo

The battered Toyota HI Ace slid silently from behind the sport clubhouse. The driver’s door opened and, with only the dimming twilight to guide him, the young man jumped out and, with a brief rattle of chain, opened the gate. Having prepared earlier, he had broken the padlock with a tyre-lever and then placed it back together as if nothing had happened. He doubted anyone would care anyway.

As he jumped back into the tattered driver’s seat, Rene hissed, “Loia, you sure this is all right? I mean I don’t want us to get busted, you know?”

Loia looked across at her and smiled, his white teeth the only thing she could see, having carefully turned off the cabin light before they had left. He chuckled, his excitement evident. “All good Rene! All good! Everyone’s gone home from training and all the lights are out. No-one will see us, ’cos we’ll drive by parking lights. It’s cool!”

Rene looked about, suddenly nervous. “You sure you can see? The last thing we need is for us to drive off the bloody edge. Your brother’ll kill you if he found out you’d borrowed his van. My God! What if he comes home early?”

Loia placed a smooth hand on her bare knee and gave it a squeeze. Rene was supposed to have left softball practice to visit a girlfriend and, when Loia had suggested they sneak up onto Mount Mangere, she had eagerly agreed. After all, he had borrowed his brother’s van for goodness sake. She felt very special and excited at the prospect. Her glance into the back of the van identified the single mattress on to which he had even gone to the trouble of fitting a sheet. She felt Loia’s hand slide up her bare leg and she giggled but didn’t push it away.

The van lurched forward and they drove carefully by the light of one park-light. After about a hundred metres they stopped and pulled over, just off the track, not that it was necessary. After all, no-one would be on the track at this time of night and they knew they would have their precious privacy. Their only issue was to get back before midnight. If not, all hell would break lose.

As they pulled over, Rene’s breath caught as she bravely reached out and slid her hand over Loia’s groin. He was thrillingly hard and he grinned at her in expectation. She had never had sex before, not real sexual intercourse, and the thought was excruciatingly delicious. They had tried to fool around a few times and all that did was get her hands all gooey but tonight they were going to go all the way. Rene’s friend, Simone, knew what they were going to do and had been sworn to secrecy. It would be so good to have something to brag about to the other girls for a change.

Loia slipped from the van and Rene caught a brief glimpse of him by the light of the dim, yellow parking light. He was so hot and had a gorgeous body. She had checked that out when he had been playing rugby without his shirt. Loia opened the sliding door at the side of the van and she quickly hopped out. She didn’t want to give any impression of reluctance.

The night was cool, not cold thankfully as they didn’t have a blanket. Loia climbed into the back and smiled as he gestured her in. The street lights from the suburbs shone dimly through the open door and would be enough to see by, so Rene climbed in eagerly, suddenly nervous as they lay down together.

They immediately began to kiss. Loia seemed to go a little crazy as he panted in his excitement. She could feel his heart thump in his chest as she undid his shirt and then slid her hand down his front and into his pants, the way he liked. He moaned and she fumbled and played as she slid his shorts down to his knees. Over the past week she had borrowed her mum’s computer while she was at work and watched a few pornos to make certain she knew what to do, though what she had witnessed was daunting. His hand pulled her knickers aside and his fingers fumbled and slid into her, perhaps a little too soon but Rene wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen there either. The girls on the computer seemed to enjoy the guy rushing in, so that must be the way it was supposed to be.

She paused to slip off her knickers and then, still in her skirt, knelt over Loia’s face and leaned forward to do what the girls always did. He certainly seemed a bit messy but what he was doing to her certainly felt good, so she opened her mouth and gave it her best shot.

Loia seemed to take the same strategy as within moments she gagged as he shot everywhere. She hadn’t even had time to properly take off her top and skirt. She slid off him, daunted but still excited and quickly removed her clothes. Oh God, she thought with a little alarm and confusion, his stuff was even in her hair! As she reached down, her hard man was not so hard but Loia seemed undeterred and she was promptly rolled onto her back and onto a gooey wet spot on the mattress. He shoved his face into her crotch and Rene placed a hand on his head and instinct took over, gyrating her hips as he inexpertly licked and fingered away. Rene giggled and moaned, feeling herself tense as her pleasure built. Keep going man, she thought. Just keep going!

Which was precisely when the bright light shone onto her face.