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Fold in the Hills 7
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After a really good harvest the big barn was full to bursting and Olwen was more
than happy with the way Bryn Aber farm was progressing. She was content with the
role Sarah had taken on and wondered how on earth she had managed alone for such
a long time without her.

Sarah, for her part, was settled into the routine of the farm and felt that her
contributions were both necessary and much appreciated. She too had helped with
the harvest and long days spent in the fields or working in the farm buildings
doing hard manual work had left her stronger and fitter than she had ever been
and, when she retreated to Penmawr Cottage at night she was so exhausted that
she had little time to brood over her loneliness or think about ways to change
it.

She had slept with no one since the German student Peter, had left for home and
throwing herself into the work had eased the sense of loss she had felt at their
parting. He had been good for her, and she felt more assured with her own
sexuality and self confident enough to put down Bob Robert's crude approaches in
such a way that he didn't feel too offended and resentful.

Olwen's affair with Martyn had kept her on the straight and narrow and, even
when William returned in triumph from the Middle East and into the position he
had so badly wanted, the two managed discreet liaisons and carried on their
passionate relationship without raising any suspicions.

Sarah's solicitor had telephone towards the end of August to say that her
separation from Tim was official and that he had set up a mutually agreeable
financial arrangement so that she now had a tidy sum in her account, and her
application for divorce was proceeding smoothly.

Sarah wondered if Tim was presenting no difficulties to her application because
he was planning to marry Ann. She still felt very hurt when she thought of the
two of them, feeling somewhat foolish that she hadn't suspected that it might be
her best friend who was stealing her husband from beneath her nose.

On many a long night she'd gone over conversations and meetings she'd had with
Ann during the time when her marriage was having its initial problems and
remembered a long weekend they had spent in Penmawr while Tim was busy doing
hours of overtime to meet the end of year deadlines.

The two had shared the same bed and talked the nights away, discussing her
problems and worries over her marriage and Ann had seemed a true friend and
Sarah wondered if below the seeming kindness and sympathy she had offered, had
she in fact been laughing at her and planning her own affair with Tim.

Try as she might she couldn't get out of her mind the picture of the naked pair
on the bed for the scene had been so vivid to her that she could still recall
the smell and sounds of the writhing lovers as they struggled so passionately
for release.

But she found that hard work was a useful aid to sleep and on one occasion she
had been so tired from work that she had dropped, fully clothed, onto the big
bed and slept through until the next morning.

At other times she had found release through self induced orgasms using Olwen's
present or her own hands and, though these occasions left her with a sense of
longing and underlined her sense of loneliness, they at least induced sleep and
that was what she most craved during the long period of harvest.

Her fantasies on these sybaritic nights centered around Peter or Martyn, where
she was in control and the men did her bidding, and based on her memories of her
nights with them when her body became an instrument to be played with skillful
and sensitive fingers.

Another source of fantasy had occurred when she was working in the hay loft,
lifting and storing the bales so that every square inch the storage place was
used. She had been dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a blouse which tied in
a knot at her waist, her legs were bare and she wore a pair of old trainers and,
because of the heat in the top of the loft and just below the slated roof, she
had omitted wearing a bra, thinking that the fitted blouse, tied as it was,
would offer sufficient support.

Bob Roberts had stationed himself at the top of the bale lift which was being
fed from below by Ewan and Idris, and his job was to throw the bales across the
loft towards Olwen and herself whose task it was to stack them neatly in place.

The team had worked well and, as they became accustomed to the work, the speed
of their rhythm increased and before long Bob was stripped to the waist and
streaming with sweat from his exertions and she and Olwen had to work really
hard to keep up with him.

When Olwen called for a break, Bob went below to talk to Ewan, and Olwen was so
hot that she threw off her shirt, grabbed a handful of straw and began to wipe
her naked, sweat-streaked breasts and belly. Sarah looked on amazed and half
envious of her utter confidence.

"Olwen! What if he comes back?"

"Bugger him," she replied. "I'm wet through. You're the same, Sarah. Look at
your blouse, it's transparent. I can see all you've got!"

Sarah looked down and saw that Olwen was right. The blouse was plastered against
her breasts and her nipples stood out like red berries.

"Make yourself respectable, Sarah Brooke," said Olwen, giggling, "before Bob the
Ram comes back, or he'll have us both tupped before we can say baa."

Sarah laughed, glancing towards the empty lift top then, unfastening the waist
knot of her blouse she opened the buttons and peeled the garment from her damp
body.She spread the sodden material out to dry and, following Olwen's example,
she began to rub herself down with handfuls of yellow straw.

Olwen asked her to wipe down her back and as the two knelt there attending to
each other, they whipped round as they heard a deep chuckle from behind.

"Now there's a sight to remember on a cold winter's night," said a smiling Bob
Roberts. "Don't mind me girls and, if you want a hand you've only to ask!"

Olwen didn't flinch and, as she was between Sarah and her blouse, Sarah too
knelt there, fully exposed to his lascivious gaze.

"Well Bob, what do you expect us to do? Scream like two terrified schoolgirls?
You'd see more on any beach in the South of France. Now if you want to be useful
you can stop slavering at the mouth, put your eyes back into their sockets and
go and fetch us a drink of cold water, there's a good lad."

"South of France or not, I'd have to go a long way to see such a lovely sight as
this. A man could go blind, quite happily, watching the pair of you. I'd like to
come over there and the three of us have a bit of a party, that'd be better than
any cup of water."

"Do you think you'd be man enough for the two of us then?" teased Olwen. "What
do you think Sarah?"

"I hope you're kidding," she whispered to Olwen, covering breasts with her arms.

"Sorry Bob. We've had a discussion and decided that there's no competition. The
water wins, hands down!"

His smiled faded, and as he stood he deliberately turned sideways so that the
girls could see the obvious bulge in his trousers and then he grasped it and
slowly maneuvered it into a more comfortable position and Olwen said,

"Better put some cold water on that too, Bob. We can't be doing with that thing
getting in the way when we're loading, can we?"

He laughed and the tension lessened and then he shrugged his shoulders and soon
disappeared down the ladder and, moments later his head reappeared and he said,

"You don't know what you're missing girls. A hot afternoon, three randy men and
lovely soft hay."

"Ah," said Olwen., "but I'd be the one paying the wages, Bob, and I've never
paid for what you're offering in my whole life, and don't intend to start now.
Off you go for the water, there's a good lad, and get your dirty little mind
cleared while you're at it. We've a hard day ahead of us and you'll need all
your strength for that."

When he finally left and they heard the laughter below, Sarah shook out her
blouse, and though it was still damp, she put it on and tied it securely at the
waist.

"Wasn't a bad offer, I suppose," said Olwen as she pulled her own shirt over her
head. "Makes you think, doesn't it? Three virile young men and us having a romp
amongst the hay. What do you think, Sarah?"

Sarah thought a great deal about it over the next week, and it became a source
of great excitement and the basis for her night time fantasies, for it didn't
require a great leap of imagination to speculate on the possible outcomes of
that hot afternoon in the barn had she and Olwen agreed to cooperate with what
Bob Roberts was proposing.

A little after this incident, Olwen declared that it was time for her day out in
Betwys y Coed. Every year she spent a day in the small village, after most of
the tourists had left and shopped in the large and luxurious craft shops for
possible Christmas presents.

Sarah was amazed when she heard of this, for Christmas was so far away and so
removed from her own thinking that she laughed at her friend's suggestions.

"Christmas? You must be joking!"

"No. Not at all. Now's the time to shop around, before the shops get full and
before the prices go up and the roads become impassable. Mum always did her
shopping at this time of year. She used to argue that it was more pleasant to
shop in fine weather than in foul."

"But September," protested Sarah.

"Why not? We've worked really hard over the last weeks and I reckon we both
deserve a break. Have you ever been up Snowdon, Sarah?"

"A couple of times. I walked up with Tim once and another time Dad and me
climbed up from Rhyd-Ddu Farm."

"No, I mean the way civilised people go up. On the train."

"Oh, that way," said Sarah. "No I've never done that, why?"

"Well I was only thinking that I haven't ridden up to the summit since Mam and
Dad took me as a birthday treat when I was a teenager and when I was looking at
the calendar in the office and the picture of the train near the top of Snowdon,
it made me want to make the journey again. Would you fancy it? We could easily
combine it with a shopping trip. How about it?"

Sarah laughed, but thought the idea of getting away from the farm might make a
change and agreed to accompany Olwen on her jaunt but she warned her that she
really couldn't take seriously the idea of Christmas shopping when the weather
was so warm.

"We've had a great few weeks," agreed Olwen, " and I don't know when the weather
was as hot as this and for such a long time. Mind you a spell of steady rain
wouldn't come amiss just now, as long as it's fine for our day out."

As it turned out the day was one of those misty ones, and though it was
pleasantly mild the sun never really appeared. They set off early in Olwen's
Volvo and travelled down the beautiful Vale of Conway and then shopped in Betwys
y Coed. Olwen was full of enthusiasm and bought a number of items of clothing,
books and other articles for her many friends, and Sarah soon became caught up
in the search for presents and quietly found a beautiful leather handbag which
she wanted to make part of her gift to Olwen, and a woollen scarf for Dylis. She
found a lovely book of Welsh homes which she bought for Martyn and decided on a
rather bright waistcoat to give to William.

She made her purchases while Olwen was busy trying on a rather expensive anorak
and when they were safely gift wrapped by the obliging assistant she asked Olwen
for her car keys so that she could take them and lock them in the car boot.When
Olwen had bought all that she wanted, she and Sarah went next door to the hotel
lounge and had lunch while her purchases were being wrapped.

With everything safely locked in the car the two motored on through Capel Curig
and Nant Peris to the mountain village of Llanberis. The mist was still low and
Olwen wondered whether the ride on the train would be a waste of time and money
but, when she made enquiries at the station office the ticket man assured them
that, once above the tree line, the mist and cloud would disappear and the views
from the summit would be stunning.

The train was already in and they climbed into an empty carriage and it soon
pulled away from the station and began its steep ascent. Sarah was fascinated by
the experience and as the little work horse of and engine chugged away up the
rack and pinioned track, she marveled at the construction of the railway line as
the ground fell away quite steeply on either side.

They passed various platform stations on the way and, at one point had to wait
for a descending train to pass, for the ridge they were on was so narrow that
there was barely room for a single track.

After some time they heard a sharp whistle, the mist cleared and they were in
bright sunlight and looking down on massive white clouds which seemed to spiral
and billow from below.

Finally they reached the summit and got out, making their way first to the stone
cairn on the actual summit and, using the brass viewpoint marker, tried to name
some of the surrounding hills and landmarks and it was strange seeing the few
high peaks standing out of the white clouds. Then they carefully climbed the few
feet down to the incongruous Summit Café and had a coffee and Welsh scones with
jam and cream. Olwen searched in her bag, brought out a hip flask and poured a
little brandy into both cups

"There, that'll keep the cold out, Sarah," and she smiled gratefully, took a sip
and nodded in approval as the lovely burning sensation warmed her throat.

The café was practically empty for the main tourist season was over and the bus
tours, which extended the season by bringing retired tourists on cheap package
tours, didn't really begin until the end of the month when the hotels and stores
lowered their prices and were glad of the extra trade.

As they sat by the window overlooking the sunlit views to the west, a couple of
young men, dressed in walking gear and carrying rucksacks, came in. they dumped
their burdens at the next table before pulling off their anoraks and woolly
hats. The taller of the two took a deep breath, grinned across at them and said,

"You must have found an easier route up here. You're hardly blowing."

"You're right," replied Olwen, "bit it's been difficult enough in these high
heels!"

All four laughed and then the men left to order drinks and sandwiches and, when
they returned Olwen and Sarah watched as they opened their purchases and stirred
sugar into their coffees.

"That's bad for you," said Olwen suddenly.

The tall one looked round and said,

"Sorry. What was that?"

"I said, sugar's bad for you."

"It's not that great a coffee and certainly needs something to disguise the
taste."

Olwen smiled, opened her bag once more and offered the flask to the men at the
next table.

"Thanks," said the taller man, unscrewing the cap and pouring a little of the
contents into both cups. He replaced the cap and brought his plate and drink
over to their table, nodding for his partner to join him and they sat down, took
a sip of their drinks and smiled as the burning liquid caught their throats.

"Now that's what I call a coffee," said the other man. "Out for the day are
you?"

"Something like that," said Olwen.

"Actually, we're doing our Christmas shopping," said Sarah.

They both laughed at this and began to eat, and when their coffees were empty
Olwen ordered four more and again dosed them with a liberal splash of brandy.

"Cheers," said the tall one. "This is Andy and I'm Mike, and it's very good of
you to share your flask with us."

"This is Sarah and I'm Olwen. Actually, we have been Christmas shopping believe
it or not, and we thought we'd take the train up to the summit as it's somewhere
neither of us has been for many years. Is this your first time on Snowdon?"

"It is for me," said Mike, "but Andy has been up a few times using the Rhyd-Ddu
track."

"I've done that climb," said Sarah, "some time ago though."

"Is it hard?" asked Olwen.

There was a pause and a gleam appeared in Mike's eye at the possible answers to
such a question and Olwen understood immediately what she had said and began to
laugh and Sarah smiled too at the sudden enormity of the question.

"She means the walk up here," said Sarah. "At least I hope she does. You never
know with Olwen!"

Soon all four were laughing like old friends, and the girls learned that the men
both worked for the same company and had been friends from school. They were
both keen walkers and campers and had booked a week's leave together and were
planning to camp near Dolgellau and climb Cader Idris before returning home to
Coventry.

When they learned that the girls were catching the next train down to Llanberis,
Mike enquired about the weather on the way up and, learning that it had been
mist and cloud for most of the ascent he motioned to Andy and the two went to
the men's toilets.


"Wonder what they're up to?" asked Olwen.

"Why? What makes you think they're up to anything?"

"Men rarely go to the toilet together, not like women seem to. I'd love to know
what they're talking about."

"Us probably," said Sarah. "That Mike couldn't keep his eyes off you, didn't you
notice?"

"Notice? He's been nudging my leg with his for ages."

"It might have been accidental," said Sarah.

"Accidental! You can't have an accident every ten seconds!" said Olwen. "I know
what he's after all right, bless him."

"Olwen Jones, they're only a couple of lads, for God's sake."

"They're both over twenty and fit as butcher's dogs. You wouldn't kick Andy out
of bed would you? Anyway, how old was Peter the Hun?"

"Well, the same age I guess, but that was different."

"Absolutely. You were on your own, with that lovely bed of yours and love in
your eyes. Well, I was quite jealous of that and I wouldn't mind a young man
myself. Sssh! They're here."

The two rejoined them and Mike told them that they'd had a chat and decided that
it would be too dangerous to attempt a descent on foot with such dense mist on
the mountain so they'd buy tickets and ride down to Llanberis with them if they
didn't mind the company.

"Not at all," said Olwen, smiling. "But your car. It'll be on the wrong side in
Llanberis"

"Never thought of that," said Andy. "Do you think there'll be a bus link form
Llanberis?"

"Don't rightly know," said Olwen.

"We could give them a lift round to their car, couldn't we Olwen?" asked Sarah.

"It'll mean going round by Caernarfon and in the opposite direction. You see
Rhyd-Ddu is on the other side of Snowdon."

"We'd make it worth your while," urged Mike. "Wouldn't we, Andy?"

"You'd better, my lad," said Olwen," her voice was so heavy with meaning that
Sarah blushed a deep crimson with embarrassment and Andy look down to avoid eye
contact.

Later they watched the next train disgorge its handful of passengers and then
the two men arranged tickets and soon they, and a few other travellers boarded
the individual carriages and settled themselves for the descent.

The four had chosen the back section of the train while the other travellers got
into the front carriage to be near the noisy little engine with its strangely
angled water tank and billowing smoke.

Olwen passed the brandy flask round and by the time they'd all had two or three
pulls they were happy and relaxed, and Sarah noticed that Olwen's eyes were
shining with excitement. She had a feeling that Olwen had definite designs on
young Mike and by the look in his eyes, she would not be disappointed. She
glanced at Andy and when his eyes caught hers, he smiled shyly and twice she
caught him looking at her legs and she crossed them, without bothering to
straighten her skirt across her knees.

Olwen took off her anorak, declaring herself too hot in the sunshine of the
summit, and Mike and Andy followed by discarding theirs. Then there was a sudden
whistle and the train pulled away, jerking the carriages and picking up speed.
The four were quiet for a while and then Sarah stood and went to the nearest
window to admire the view. She could see the small black engine as it rounded a
sharp bend ahead and then felt an arm on her shoulder as Andy squeezed his head
through the opening to join her.

She liked the feel of him next to her and as the carriage lurched he squeezed
her to him, holding her close. She felt his lips brush her forehead as she tried
to keep her hair from her eyes and, when she lifted her face to smile up at him
he bent his head and kissed her very gently. Her head spun as his kisses became
more and more daring and she knew that the brandy she had drunk contributed to
the spinning inside her brain and the lowering of her defences.

She loved it when his hand stroked her cheeks and then she felt his touch on her
back, and when he gently cupped her buttocks she almost jumped with surprise.

"No. You mustn't!" she cried, but her words were snatched away by the speed of
the train and as she tried to squirm free from the window, while Andy took it as
her excited reaction to his wandering hands and his touches became more
intimate.

At last she managed to straighten and she pushed against him so that her head
and shoulders left the narrow opening and she sat down breathlessly. Turning to
see the reaction from Olwen and Mike to what she and Andy had been up to, her
hand flew to her open mouth at the scene before her.

Olwen had her hands braced at either side of the window on her side of the
carriage, and appeared to be admiring the view but the shock was that her skirt
was thrown above her waist so that her legs and buttocks were exposed, and Mike,
who too was naked from the waist down, was thrusting away quite merrily in a
most lascivious fashion.

Andy watched the pair with excited eyes and, when he turned to Sarah he held out
his hands and licked his lips.

"Shall we dance, Sarah?"

Without another word he pulled her to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse
an then his hands were soon at her breasts and, when he'd pushed up her bra, he
began clutching and squeezing them as though testing melons for ripeness. Then
he was kissing her mouth and neck and she was lost.

She was vaguely aware that her skirt was being lowered and as he eased her white
briefs aside she moaned as his dipping head suckled the swollen tips of her
bosom and she glanced over at the others and could see that Mike was becoming
very excited for he threw his head back and was gasping for air as his slender
hips banged away with amazing speed. She was aware of the train as it suddenly
darkened and plunged out of the sunlight of the summit and into the mists and
cloud, and shivered.

Andy pulled the heavy, rubbery curtains over the opening and then pushed her
gently back onto the seat. He knelt and kissed her cunney for a while and then
stood, dropping his trousers and pants and revealing his sizable charger. He
gently turned her so that she rested her elbows and arms on the seat and exposed
her bottom in the air and she held her breath as she felt his weapon at her
cunney and closed her eyes until she felt the thing enter a little way and then
withdraw until she relaxed, allowing her juices to flow and her love channel to
become open and lubricated.

Soon he was lodged deeply within her and pumping his hips steadily and causing
her to respond to his insistent rhythm. She turned sideways, drawn by the sound
of Olwen and Mike screeching out their climax and, as the engine driver blasted
a long wail from the steam whistle she and Andy yelled out their own cries of
fulfillment.

When Andy fell away from her she turned and slumped across the seat and then
felt someone stroking her hair and Olwen's voice said,

"What a train ride, eh, Sarah?" but Sarah was too exhausted and surprised by
what had happened to make any coherent reply.

Later when she sat up she saw Andy crumpled in the seat across from her and Mike
next to the window.

"Nearly there my friends. Better get yourselves looking respectable again. You
can't get out of the train looking like that ladies. Come on Andy, rouse
yourself or we'll all be arrested for gross indecency."

There was a scramble as Andy tried to put on his jeans and Olwen and Sarah
grabbed for their panties and got back into their clothes and, by the time the
little train had pulled up in Llanberis Station, the quartet were reasonably
respectable, but somewhat dishevelled in appearance, and they all looked rather
sheepish as they handed in their tickets and made their way to Olwen's grey
Volvo estate in the station car park.

At Caernarfon they stopped for fish and chips but, as the rain began to fall,
they were once more on the road and turning south and west at the Caernarfon
ring road and heading down the lovely pass in the direction of Beddgelert,
passing through Waenfawr and Betws Garmon, until they arrived at the small farm
at Rhyd-ddu.

Eventually Olwen pulled up at the side of Andy's Astra and switched off the
engine and Sarah, who had been in the back with Andy, disengaged herself from
him and looked out.

"You're not camping here, are you? It's awfully wet."

"No, our tent's over on the west coast, near Harlech."

"Oh," said Sarah, sounding disappointed.

She had enjoyed the ride in the car, for Andy and she had been kissing and
caressing each other since Caernarfon and she was very aroused. Olwen glanced
over her shoulder at the pair in the back seat and noted the excitement in
Sarah's face before asking,


"Is it a big one? The tent I mean?"

"It's all right. A Vango 5. Supposed to sleep five people, but they'd have to be
little ones. Still it's been ideal for the two of us hasn't it, Andy?"

"Yeah, great."

Olwen grasped Mike's thigh, winked at him and cleared her throat loudly.

"How would it be with four people in it?"

"Depends on how big they were," said Mike.

"Ever been to Harlech, Sarah?" asked Olwen casually.

"Only travelled through it once when Dad took us to see his old army camp at
Tonfanau. We had a look at the castle, and I seem to remember narrow streets."

"I think I'd like to go there again," said Olwen, "they say the beach is superb
with miles of sand dunes."

Mike laughed, delighted by the turn of events for he too had enjoyed his ride
down Snowdon and would be more than happy for it to continue over night in
Harlech.

"You fancy camping then girls?"

"Never done it," said Olwen

"Oh, you'll love the sound of rain on canvas. It seems so secure to be snuggled
up safe and sound from the elements, and it's always warm in the sleeping bags
and I......"

"What about bugs and beetles and things?" asked Sarah.

"No problem. Modern tents have sewn in inners and nothing gets in that you don't
want, I promise. Come on. Give it a go! What's to lose?"

Olwen turned to looked at Sarah, who smiled happily at the prospect of another
session with Andy.

"I'd need to make a phone call before I can decide," said Olwen.

"No problem," urged Mike. "I'll travel with you, and Sarah can travel with Andy,
and that way we can make our own way there and not have to worry about staying
together."

Under an increasingly threatening sky, Sarah enjoyed the drive with Andy and
they chatted as though they'd been friends for some time and she learned that he
was intelligent and quite serious about his future. He was keen on keeping fit
and had recently joined a climbing club and regularly used the climbing wall in
his local sports hall. Andy told her that he'd been engaged until recently, but
his fiancé had ended the engagement saying that his job and outside interests
left him little time for her and she wanted someone prepared to settle down and
get married. He told Sarah that he didn't feel ready to have commitments and a
family and, once he'd recovered from the shock of losing her, he'd realised that
it would have been a mistake to have got married.

Sarah told him little of herself, making it clear that she had no serious ties
with anyone, but warned him not to rush into marriage unless he was absolutely
sure of his feelings and before long the road dipped towards the coast and they
crossed the toll road between Penhyndeudraeth and Talsarnau and skirted the
estuary before climbing up to the castle town of Harlech and finding the narrow
road up towards the camp site.

Sarah saw little of the town for it seemed buried beneath a gloomy blanket as
the rain continued to fall heavily. She looked back to see if Olwen was
following, but there were no headlights and she wondered how long they would
take for the two to catch up after they'd stopped at a telephone box some miles
back.

Andy's car headlight"s pointed the way through a narrow gap in the stone wall
and then swung round the grassed area and Sarah spotted the single orange tent
in the far corner.

"Are you the only one's here?" she asked.

"Looks like it. A couple of lads were here last night, but they left this
morning before us. Looks as if no one else has turned up, but I suppose it is
getting late in the season."

"What will the owner say if he knows there are four of us?"

"Nothing. We'll pay him a bit extra in the morning when we go for the milk as
he's bound to see two cars, and he'll think it curious that there's only one
tent. Still a fiver will put his mind at rest, don't you worry."

Sarah smiled and shivered a little and she looked back again and frowned at the
gathering darkness and driving rain.

"Cheer up," said Andy, putting his arm about her shoulders, "they'll soon be
here and we'll make a hot drink and get something to eat."

When Olwen arrived, Sarah went to join her in the Volvo while the men sorted out
as meal and the sleeping arrangement.

"It looks a bit small," said Sarah.

"It'll be really cosy," said Olwen philosophically.

"Mmmm."

"You all right, Sarah?"

"Yes. It's just that I feel a long way from home, and here we are with two
strangers and I.........."

"Hardly strangers Sarah, when they've spent half the afternoon in our drawers!"

Sarah giggled and soon the two were laughing merrily away at the situation they
were in.

"Did you get through to Dylis?" asked Sarah.

"Mmmm, but she suspects something. She asked what she should say to Mr. Jones. I
told her William was out with Martyn and a couple of their cronies and knowing
the state William would be in when they eventually deliver him home, he won't be
able to stand, let alone receive news that his wife was staying in a hotel while
her car is being repaired."

Sarah shook her head at all the lies, amazed by Olwen's quick thinking and
complete disregard of possible consequences and then Mike came across to them
and Olwen lowered the window slightly.

"Look, there's not much room in the tent, but we've managed to sort out the
sleeping arrangements but it would be a whole lot easier if we had a snack in
your car. Do you mind, Olwen?"

They brought over some steaming cups of coffee, four bowls of Alpen and some
rather old scones which they'd buttered and jammed.

"This is all we've got. Sorry," said Andy.

"It's fine," said Sarah, "honestly it'll do nicely, and we did have those fish
and chips earlier," so the four ate their food and listened to music on the car
radio. When Olwen sipped at her coffee, she gasped, for they'd added liberal
amounts of brandy to the drink.

"Wow!" she gasped. "Are you trying to get us drunk?"

"No more than you were trying it on us this afternoon," smiled Mike.

"Have you just bought the drink?" asked Sarah.

"I stopped at a pub in Harlech, and that's why we were a bit late getting here.
Olwen said she was cold so I thought this would warm her up a bit."

"But how much have you put in? It tastes like brandy with a little coffee!"
coughed Sarah, her eyes watering at the strong taste.

When they'd finished their meal, Mike told them to leave their bulky clothes and
anoraks in the car as there really wasn't enough room in the tent, so they did
as they were told and waited while Andy turned on the torch and helped Sarah
from the car and hurried her through the rain to the tent.

Mike waited a moment to let them get settled, before taking the keys from Olwen,
helping her out, locking the car and leading her to the orange Vango.

The inner tent was fairly roomy and, when Olwen bent to pass through the opening
of the fly sheet and into the inner she laughed excitedly as the two torches lit
up Sarah and Andy sitting close together at the far end and smiling in welcome.

Then Mike pushed her in and followed her, turning to zip up the outer fly sheet
before joining the others and closing the inner behind him.

"There," he said. "I told you we could all get in. Whether there's room for us
to do anything is another matter, but as they say, "Where there's a will,
there's a way. So, is there a will?"

The others laughed and snuggled together and the girls looked about trying to
work out what arrangements might be possible.

"We've only got two sleeping mats and they're not the most comfortable things,
so we thought we'd spread our two sleeping bags and some of our clothes out on
top of them and cover the lot with our four blankets and make one big bed. How's
that sound?"

"I've a couple of travelling rugs in the car," said Olwen, "you can use those as
well if you like."

"Great," said Mike. "I'll get them and you start organising."

"You go too, Andy, and we'll sort this lot out," said Olwen.

Pretty soon, something resembling a large double bed was constructed and when
the covering of blankets was added it looked rather tempting in the torch light.
Moving about was still difficult but, even though there was limited head room,
Sarah and Olwen could kneel up comfortably and managed to stow anything not
needed in the far corner.

Soon the men returned and the two travel rugs were added to the bed and both
were amazed at the transformation the two women had made. Andy crawled over to
Sarah and they sat together on the makeshift bed, eyes shining and waiting for
what was to happen next, while Olwen snuggled up to Mike and looked at the
others.

"Well, we can't sit here staring at each other 'til morning. I reckon we ought
to save the torch batteries and find something to do!" so, off went the torches
and soon the sound of scuffles and breathless giggles drowned out the sound of
the rain on the outer canvas.

Apologies were made as arms touched other bodies and once Sarah laughed as she
felt a naked leg touch the back of her neck as she bent to remove her stockings.
There was a silence and the sound of the rain intruded and then Sarah could hear
kissing noises and breathless moans coming from somewhere near the entrance.

She felt Andy's hands at her shoulders and she reached out in the pitch darkness
to find his face, and then she was in his arms and pressing her nakedness
against his and feeling her mind whirling with brandy and excitement.

His kisses were long and deep and his hands were soon at her breasts as he
lifted and squeezed them gently and she shivered as a wave of pleasure rippled
her spine and he took it as a sign that she was cold and pulled her to him.

After a while she found herself on her back and Andy's mouth was at her lovely
nipples, sucking and nibbling the rigid tips. She felt the closeness of the
others and tentatively moved her free hand until she contacted naked flesh only
a few inches from where she lay then, as the rain rattled against the tent the
temperature inside rose as their hot breath gasped out with passion, and Sarah
began to relax in the heat of her partner's caresses and, when she felt his
tongue slide down her body she opened her thighs to allow his trembling fingers
access to her wet pleasure zone.

His touch was so electrifying that when he located her clitoris she almost
jumped and moaned out load and she felt herself being carried along by his
skillful fingers and delicate touch.She became aware that the other pair had
been more impatient for Olwen was moaning aloud,

"Yes! Oh yes!" in voice so full of passion as she urged and pleaded with Mike to
make greater efforts.

She found their sounds of love making so erotic that she reached for Andy and
pulled him up, urging him to make love to her and, sensing her need he
responded, and before long his rigid manhood was lodged deep inside her slippery
channel and the two began to ride a roller coaster of passion that seemed to
climb upwards with every thrust.

As the rain beat at the tent the four hardly heard its drumming sound, and when
Olwen cried out in ecstasy and Mike thrust on to his own summit, their combined
sounds served to push Andy and Sarah over the edge so that they too lost
control, and their bodies surged like mad things and Sarah felt his pulsing jets
as they shot into her clutching centre.

Finally they were still and she found herself exhausted and sandwiched between
Andy and Mike. She felt that she ought to move, but it was such a warm, cosy and
safe feeling that she resisted the temptation and enjoyed the heat from their
young bodies.

Her mind was so dulled by the exhaustion of her climax and the rhythm of the
rain that she closed her eyes against the deep darkness and slept and soon she
was floating somewhere and her body felt open and animated.

She had a vague sense of being touched and it was so pleasant that she willed
the sensation to go on and on and then the darkness about her seemed alive and
soon a heavy weight bore down upon her and she forced herself to open her eyes.

She felt a hand leave her breasts and then hot lips covered hers and the hand
began to stroke her damp thighs. She put her arms about her partner and she
sensed a growing need for fulfillment and, as he moved to kneel between her
legs, she welcomed him with sweet sighs and grasped at his buttocks. She felt
his weapon at her cunney and then she heard a giggle from her side.

"Olwen!" she whispered, fiercely. "Are you all right?"

"Fine," came the breathless reply, "How do you like Mike?"

At that moment the weapon moved into her and she was pinioned beneath his
weight.

"Mike!" she thought. "What's happened?"

Lips sought hers and then she knew that it wasn't Andy who was lodged between
her legs, and that while she'd slept and dreamed they'd changed partners. She
felt the difference as Mike slid his weapon home as it seemed much thicker than
Andy's, but didn't penetrate quite so deeply and her head was spinning for she
could hardly believe what was happening.

"What the ...? Why have we...........?"

Without warning a torch clicked on and the roof of the inner tent was flooded
with warm light and, in that instant Sarah saw above her a smiling Mike and by
her side lay Andy, perspiring and blowing and being ridden by a triumphant
Olwen.

Sarah watched as Olwen's deep breasts bounce up and down as she galloped her new
stallion and she raised her head and caught sight of the foaming union at their
groins and wanted to say something, but couldn't articulate the words for the
light showed that her partner was already beyond rational thought as his mouth
opened and his eyes seemed to glaze in ecstasy.

As the rhythm speeded it soon became too late for any sort of protest from her
as her own excitement was gathering fast and she knew that there was no way of
avoiding the inevitable conclusion.

Mike begged her to hurry and she saw his face, sweat streaked and agonized, as
he tried to control his desire for a climax so Sarah relented and, redoubling
her efforts, caught the pace of his thrustings and said the words he so
desperately wanted to hear and the two jerked away until his weapon seemed to
expand with passion and she felt once more the surge of juices as he emptied
them into her dark and welcoming depths.

This time they all slept, and in the deceivingly, orange light of morning, Sarah
found herself next to Olwen while Andy and Mike were curled about their feet and
she saw Andy looking at her and smiled.

"What a night, Sarah," and she nodded in exhausted agreement.