2 comments/ 13035 views/ 0 favorites Confessions of a Learner Driver By: sensualwhispers I have never really considered driving to be a sexy thing to do. The thought of sitting in a car with a complete stranger actually makes my stomach churn. I have had lessons before but I had never taken them seriously, why should I drive when I had a husband to do it for me. Now divorced I thought it was time to finish what I had started all those years ago and get my licence. Having trolled the business directory for a local instructor I finally plucked up the courage to book a lesson. The guy on the other end of the phone sounded nice. His voice was warm and friendly and with a reasonable price for lessons I booked one for the following week. Don't get me wrong I'm certainly no naive teenager with a crush and I'm defiantly not a frustrated housewife. I am however a woman who appreciates the look and smell of a man, especially a man who is confident. As lessons go my first one went okay. The car seemed to be fuelled by kangaroo juice and not diesel and I felt like I had developed extra arms and legs. It was on the second one that I noticed the smell. Maybe I was more relaxed, I don't know, all I did know was that it was a really deep musky smell that tantalised the nose and made me feel like I wanted to be wrapped in it. Now being of the more mature persuasion I'm not really into boys I like men to be men, strong alpha males. My driving instructor certainly seemed to be one of those. Not particular good looking but with a smile that played on his mouth and caused a twinkle in his eyes. Now like I said I like my men to be men and I bet your wondering well how do you know he was like that, how do you know after one lesson that he was an alpha male? Well when you talk to someone you sort of get that feeling about him or her and after talking to him and learning about his previous job I knew he was the sort of guy I liked. In fact when he told me I almost crashed the car with laughter. I don't mean actually crashed the car it was a figure of speech. It's probably not the kind of reaction he would have expected from his answer to my query, but it was the one he got. Now normally when I'm learning something new I'm very focused. I like to get whatever it is right, and right first time. The only trouble being with that method was that this time I was sitting in a confined space with a man who smelled good enough to eat, if you know what I mean, and that plays havoc with your concentration. There I am trying my hardest to remember my left from my right and all I can think about is the guy sitting next to me. Shaking with nerves my hands gripped the steering wheel and with the mantra, concentrate, concentrate going through my head I tried to do exactly that. It wouldn't have been so bad if only I hadn't fluffed the gears and instead of reaching for the gear stick to put the car in first gear my hand reached for his knee, which just so happened to be right next to the gear stick. Not good. My face turned the colour of an over ripe tomato and mumbling an apology I put the car in first and drove off, quickly. The lesson went down bank from there on in. My hand much preferred the feel of his knee to that of the gear stick and I had to make a concerted effort not to touch it. I even managed to stall the car a few times because of my clumsiness. I could have understood if I had not slept with a man since my divorce but I had on several occasions. But Chris ticked boxes that the others hadn't; tall, yes, witty, yes, confident, very, sexy voice, oh my yes. Now patience is a virtue, or so I've been told on more than one occasion and this guy needed the patience of the very saints to put up with me. Opinionated, bossy and mouthy are just a few words used to describe me and that's just from my family. With every mistake I made I commentated on it, nerves getting the better of me. When you can hear yourself saying stupid random things you know its time to shut up. Did I? No. It got progressively worse until he actually asked me if I ever shut up. Now I know my hair is blonde but I'm certainly no bimbo. In fact I would consider myself to be an intelligent woman. Not when I'm sat in that car and especially not sitting next to Chris. My inner bimbo decided to come out and play in those lessons on several occasions. I thought about colouring my hair to brown to see if that had any effect on my driving, but that's just plain daft. Anyway after making a fool of myself on the second lesson I hoped the third one would be better. But no it wasn't. In fact it was almost a disaster. During the week between lessons the great British summer had decided to make an appearance. So the day of lesson number three arrived in all its fine glory; clear blue skies with fluffy white clouds, hot sunshine and a rising temperature. The lesson was scheduled for mid afternoon when the sun was at it's highest and with this in mind I decided to wear shorts and a short summer dress to try and keep cool. When I say shorts I know I haven't got the legs for those daisy dukes the young girls wear so instead I wear knee length denim ones for some modicum of decency. My summer dress was mid thigh in length and rather low cut. Being blessed in the breast department, and having had them on my chest for most of my life, I tend to forget how large my breasts actually are or how low this particular top sits on them. Looking from above I will admit to thinking them rather small, but I have male friends who say they wouldn't like them on their eyes as a sore. Whatever that's supposed to mean. They are there plain and simple, like them or not there isn't anything I can do about them. Unfortunately I forgot my instructor is very much male and unknown to me prone to liking breasts. A word to all the men out there, although women have big breasts its not enough sometimes. The type of underwear we use to hold them is just as important as the clothes we wear on top. I love my large breasts and that means I have lots of nice bras to put on them. Many of which push and hold my breasts in a very nice way. The day of the lesson I decided to wear one of these bras, just to feel extra feminine. When I need a boost to my confidence I like to dress as sexily as I can, without being sluttish, and that usually goes from the skin outwards. So today under my shorts and top I was wearing a baby blue thong and bra set with cream lace trim. The thong sat snugly between my legs and the bra pushed up and held my breasts firmly the lace trim skimming my nipples and creating two perfect mounds of flesh above. Low cut and tight the top pushed them up and out further. The resulting cleavage was very impressive and when fully dressed I was incredibly happy with the result. Maybe it was a bit saucy for a driving lesson but how I had driven the previous week I think I needed all the help I could get. So there I stood waiting for Chris to arrive wearing sexy lingerie underneath a plain pair of shorts and a low cut top, my ample breasts almost spilling out over the material. Plain Jane on the outside but sexy sally underneath, I now felt able to cope with anything that could happen. Chris arrived promptly for my lesson and climbing in to the car I failed to notice his eyes as they skimmed over my body. Fastening the seatbelt I let it nestle between the deep cleft of my breasts frowning as I saw how it pushed them further out. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to wear this top. A wardrobe malfunction would not be a good thing in traffic. Accidents aren't my thing. The lesson started well enough and my hand managed to avoid his knee. Conversation wasn't an option really, my mouth gets carried away sometimes and unfortunately when silence reigns so does my mouth. Anything I'm thinking tends to pop out and I was trying my hardest to sound intelligent and worldly, somehow I don't think it worked. It didn't help that all week my toy had been used to good effect and the fantasies had contained a certain driving instructor. Have you ever tried holding an intelligent conversation with someone after you had dreamed of straddling them naked in bed? No? You should try it sometime. My conversation was anything but intelligent, in fact I'm surprised it was even coerent "At the end of the road I want you to turn left." Following instructions I drove around the corner and into a side street. "Pull up on the left when it is safe to do so." Again I followed instructions wondering what he was going to have me do. Hoping that whatever it was I wasn't going to fluff it again. "Now I want you to use the car in front to do a parallel park." As Chris explained how to do it I could feel my hands getting clammy. This sounded complicated and I wondered if I could get my hands and feet to coordinate or if I would mess it up. Positioning the car next to the parked one I tried to remember everything I could about moving the steering wheel and which foot to move. Slowly I reversed the car turning the wheel when I thought I had to. Turning to face Chris slightly I looked over my shoulder and continued the manoeuvre, what I didn't realise was that my breasts were on level with him and the act of looking over my shoulder thrust them higher, almost to the point where the top was surplus to requirements. Glancing forward I noticed his eyes on the contents of my top and my chest. His eyes had a look I hadn't seen from any man in a while and I loved it. It was a look of longing. I'd be a very happy woman if Chris wanted me in the way he was looking at me. It had been a while since I'd had sex with any man; normally it was just me and my toy. Which although satisfying wasn't the same has a hard cock. Oh god, don't get me started thinking about what Chris was packing in that department. The thought of what lay in his trousers had me drooling. Gulping I tried to concentrate on the job in hand not letting him see that I had seen him looking down my top. My nipples were hard and I longed to use his cock as the gear stick for my own personal manoeuvres. Completing the parallel park I sat with the engine running and breathing calmly. Patting myself on the back at what I thought was a job well done. "Are you sure you haven't done that before?" Chris asked. "Why?" I asked, my voice husky with my suddenly dry mouth. "Perfect." "Cool." I said smiling at him. His eyes flickered down to my heaving chest and quickly looking at the burgeoning bulge in his trousers I smiled even harder. Don't ask me what got into me but I heard myself saying. "Like what you see?" He had the grace to blush now that he knew that I knew where he had been looking. "Something tells me you do." And I let my eyes wander to look at his crotch. "Shall we continue with the lesson?" "Whatever you want." I replied the double meaning not missed by him as he tried not to smile at my words. From that moment the lesson seemed to fly by but in a good way. No major mistakes were made but I did wonder if he wanted to continue teaching me now I knew he had thoughts about my breasts. It would be unprofessional to do anything about them after all. The week between lesson three and lesson four went so slowly. Night times were the worst. My dreams were full of Chris and what I wanted him to do to me. The toy I kept under my pillow had to have a change of batteries at least once that week. I looked forward to choosing the outfit I was going to wear for the next lesson. I'm no model by any stretch of the imagination; two pregnancies and a love of cheesecake had left their mark on my body. I was curvy rather than thin. I had stretch marks and wobbly bits but I still tried to look after myself.. So what I wasn't a size zero but what women actually wanted to be that thin. I certainly didn't. Besides with these puppies out in front of me I knew I could get his attention Lesson four and the weather was still shining and the sky was still a lovely shade of blue. This week I was hornier than I had ever been, just the thought of Chris looking at me and I was wet. Carefully I chose what I was going to wear. This week it was red underwear, the thong was red lace and the bra was trimmed in lace to match. It covered yet showed my nipples to perfection; pushing my breasts even higher than the one I had worn the previous week. Holding them firmly the bra thrust them right out and forward, mounds of creamy flesh proudly displayed and on offer to be suitably looked at. Daringly I decided to wear a top that just about hid the bra, yet in the right position showed everything underneath it. I knew it would show my breasts off and with the lace I knew he would be able to see my nipples, especially if they were hard. Much the same as the last week my lesson followed the same pattern but this time I hoped he would have me doing some manoeuvres. "Take the next turning on your right and then find a safe place to park." His voice cut into my salacious thoughts. In my hand I was holding a nice thick cock and with each gear change I stroked the velvety skin of its head. Blushing I did as I was instructed, waiting for further directions. "I want you to do a turn in the road." Taking a deep breath I started to do as I had been asked. The cock, sorry gear stick, felt warm in my hand and caressing it I slowly let my breath out. Licking my lips I stroked the knob gently wishing it belonged to someone. I felt rather than saw my nipples harden and my clit throbbed in answer to some unanswered question. "Are you okay?" Chris's voice sounded concerned. "Sorry, miles away." Quickly I shook myself and continued with my driving. Putting the car in to first I started the turn in the road. First part complete I put the car into reverse and started the second part. This is where things got interesting. Looking over my left shoulder I partially turned in my seat concentrating on the job in hand. Only Chris's sharp intake of breath let me know that he had noticed my top. Trying not to smile I didn't let on that I knew where he was looking. Not until I was ready to drive away. "Do you like the view?" Silence reigned as I could almost hear him formulating a reply. "Drive on please." I smiled as the none answer showed his guilt. "At the end of the road turn right." "I don't mind you looking." I was so wet at the thought of it. Driving off I followed his instructions. "At the roundabout take the fourth exit, turn right and follow the signs for the city centre." "I take it you're a breast man? I'm sorry I can't hide them but being so large they do rather stand out." I chose my words carefully. My thong had crept inside me and rubbing my legs together I shivered at the resulting sensations. Driving was getting difficult but using all of my limited experience I managed to negotiate the round about. "Take the next right and then pull over on the left." In the side street I pulled over and waited for the next instruction. The street was empty of people but a few cars were parked in driveways and on the street itself. "When your ready we will try another turn in the road." A slight smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Keeping one eye on what I was doing and another on Chris I did as I was told. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he waited for me to begin before he let his eyes drop to my chest. That look of longing showed on his face and turning in my seat ever so slightly I gave him a better view. My nipples hardened visibly and I knew he would notice that through the lace of the bra. I also knew that with a tiny movement I could make it peak over the lace of the bra. As I ended the manoeuvre I made that tiny movement letting him see the hard pink nipple behind the lace. Glancing at his crotch I saw movement and knew he would be feeling uncomfortable with the erection I assumed he would have. "Drive on." Was it me or did his voice sound strained. "At the end of the road turn left then take the second right." Yes his voice was strained and rubbing my legs together surreptitiously I felt my clit rub against the material of my thong. Changing gear I drove a way. As I drove I wondered where this sudden bout of confidence had come from. Looks like I was engaging mouth before engaging brain as per normal for me. The road I drove into was quieter than the last one and I noticed the houses were boarded up. "Pull over on the left in a safe and convenient manner." I smiled. "When your ready." "Oh I'm always ready." "A turn in the road please." He ignored my comment and I chuckled inwardly. Mirrors, check, first gear, check, find the bite, mmmm check, handbrake, check, manoeuvre, begin, wardrobe malfunction, oh yes. His intake of breath showed it was working and the twitch in his trousers told me even more. Was I enjoying his discomfort? Oh yes very much so. It had been a while since I had been such a tease and the feeling was amazing. "How many more of these am I going to have to do before you admit that you are looking down my top?" "Admitting something like that would mean I am acting in an inappropriate and unprofessional manner. Besides you have to do them anyway." This simple sentence was an admittance of guilt but I wanted him to tell me he was doing it. Instead he had done it in a backwards sort of way. "So the erection you are sporting is not inappropriate?" Silence followed. "Chris I may be blonde but I'm neither stupid nor deaf. Every time I do this you spend your time looking down my top drooling. If you looking fazed me I would not book my lessons with you. I have spent all of my life having guys look at my cleavage it really doesn't bother me." Parking the car up and turning off the engine I waited for him to speak. It was near the end of my lesson and I dreaded the drive back. Maybe he was going to say that he no longer wanted to teach me. After all I had caught him doing something completely unprofessional and compromised his integrity as an instructor. The tension in the car was palatable along with the silence. Which direction would this moment take? I had no idea. What I did know was I was incredibly horny and that when I got home the first place I was going was to bed with my vibrator and fantasises of his cock. The longer I sat the more my body hummed with tension. "I've been an instructor now for five years and I have taught some very attractive women. But none of them have been as upfront as you. Neither have I found myself in this position before." This was it, this was the moment he told me he would not be my instructor. Maybe I had gone to far. "I find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place." I chuckled at his use of words. He was in deed hard. "The professional in me says you need to find another instructor. The man in me wants to continue so I can look down your top and get an erection. What do you think I should do?" He turned to look at me. Oh god, what should I say. Taking a deep breath I chose my words carefully. "I reckon you should go with the right choice for you." He took a deep breath holding it in before letting it out slowly, the sound ragged in the confines of the car. "Drive on please." I had my answer. When I got in I would be looking for a new driving instructor. The rest of the lesson was uneventful and parking up outside my home I turned off the engine letting the silence fill the car. "Take me inside now, we need to talk." His voice evoked no reply only compliance. Doing what he asked we went inside and into the living room. Unsure as to what he had to say to me I stood and waited for him to talk. Surely he could have said something to me in the car. What could be so important he had to bring me inside? "You were determined to tease me. You sat in my car and tried to tempt me." Letting him talk I stood and listened. I had no defence to what he was saying. It was all true; I had chosen my clothes and my very movements to tease him, to get a reaction out of him. What could I say to that? Nothing. Confessions of a Learner Driver Ch. 02 I had picked up and put down the phone several times over the last few days and each time I had chickened out. He had left me kneeling the last time I had seen him and I still wasn't sure what to think about it. Yes I know it was my entire fault but in my defence he was one hell of a guy. Even now I remembered how his cock had felt in my mouth. The way he had taken control had sent shivers up and down my spine and my clit throbbed at the thought of what he was capable of. Oh the very idea of his cock buried deep inside me and I was instantly wet. Well I had time to decide whether or not I had the courage to book another lesson with him. He had given me no indication that I couldn't book one but then again I still wasn't sure if I could face him or not. We had smashed the barrier between pupil and teacher, which could never be repaired again. Picking up the phone for the umpteenth time I took a huge breath before releasing it slowly. Ten minutes later I was grinning from ear to ear. Done, lesson booked. Lesson day and my stomach was churning. It was so bad I felt like I had spent the last few hours on a roller coaster and I needed to get off. Yes I was going to need a whole heap of confidence for this one. I had contemplated cancelling but the idea of not seeing Chris filled me with dread. I had to do this. I had to face him after what I had instigated. Another nice day, typical the British weather was being good for once and the forecasted rain had not arrived, although it wasn't as nice has it had been. Trouble was I wasn't sure what to wear. Yes I know it's only a driving lesson but after what had happened in the last one I wasn't sure if I should flaunt or not flaunt. Did I cover them up or be blasé about them and just wear what I would normally wear. In the end I wore the white lingerie set. This was one of my favourite sets, the thong was barely there and all lace but the bra was decadent. A half cup piece of material that might as well not even exist it made my breasts push forward and let my ripe red nipples just rest on the lace edges. The creamy flesh would jiggle nicely when I walked and cry out to be stroked leaving a deep cleft between them. It was way over the top for a driving lesson but it wasn't as if I was going on my lesson just dressed like this. Over the top I was going to have some clothes on and they were far more modest than what would be underneath. The lingerie was the confidence booster I needed. Over the top I wore a knee length denim skirt, very plain but comfortable and the top was just a normal white button up blouse. Keeping a few of the buttons open it was modest enough to cover me up yet hinted at what could be underneath. Ready and waiting for my lesson I hoped everything went okay. Climbing into the car I didn't say a word waiting instead for Chris to talk first. After finishing all my cockpit checks I started the engine my fingers fumbling with the keys. No one spoke and the tension crackled in the air. "At the end of the road turn right." Nothing, no strain in his voice at all. Turning right onto the main road I slipped into second gear smoothly avoiding any parked cars. "Turn right at the junction and follow the road." Again I followed instructions relaxing more in my seat. Maybe I had imagined sucking his cock last week, it could be possible. Chris wasn't showing that he remembered me being attached to it via my mouth. In which case it must have been a figment of my imagination. So why did I wish today was last week and this week was not so boring. "At the round about turn left and take the first exit." I really wanted to suck his cock again. Reaching for the gear stick I pretended to fumble and touch his leg. Chris moved his leg away from my touch and my hand met thin air. "Keep your hands on the gear stick." Shocked I almost slipped my foot off the pedal. Where the hell had that come from? Did Chris realise I was doing it on purpose? Placing my hands back on the wheel I kept quiet. Yes I know that's unusual for me but I hadn't got anything to say for myself and it seemed Chris wasn't in the mood for talking either. That's it I'm definitely going to find another instructor. There was no way I could put up with this stress. Concentrating on where I was going I failed to notice where I was actually going. What I mean is I followed the road but wasn't looking around me at the buildings or anything. "At the junction turn right then take the first right again." Doing as I was told I followed Chris's instructions. "When its safe to do so pull up on the left. Then I want you to do a turn in the road." Five minutes later I was facing the other way and leaving the area. Trying to think of something to say I suddenly felt a hand on my leg. Okay was that what I thought it was? Glancing down I could see the tips of Chris's fingers resting on my knee his touch warm and firm on my skin. Slowly I felt it move upwards towards the hem of my skirt and between my legs I could feel moisture forming. This wasn't good. I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on driving and my nipples where quickly hardening. "Turn right at the end of the road." With his hand he showed me where he wanted to go as it moved to the right on my leg, sliding towards my inner thigh. Concentrate, concentrate I repeated over and over again. The road gradually got steeper and I changed down a gear. "Pull over to the left when it is safe to do so." I pulled over and killed the engine waiting for my next instruction, his hand unmoving on my inner thigh. My whole body was intensely aware of him sitting next to me. Was this pay back for me teasing him last week? After all I had flaunted my breasts at him and expected him not to do anything about it. Did he just expect me to take this or was I meant to react in some way, was I expected to suck his cock again but this time in the car. I had no idea so I sat and waited. "Now pull off when it is safe to do so." Knowing I would have to do a hill start his hand moved upwards and pushed the hem of my skirt up my leg. I didn't dare look at him. For the next half an hour he had me driving round and with each instruction his hand would mirror the manoeuvre. Soaking wet through and with the hardest nipples I had ever had I was wrung out on the tension in the car. I had not spoken a word in all that time scared at what I may hear him say. Concentration was impossible and how I didn't crash the car I have no idea at all. So different from last week where I had the upper hand Chris was firmly in control this week and his voice showed no signs of weakness or uncertainty. It was hard firm and demanded obedience and I was more than willing to give it to him. Unbeknownst to me Chris had directed us both to some derelict wasteland. Remnants of houses lay all around us and in front I could see other driving instructors teaching their pupils. I wondered if they were having the same sort of lesson I was having, but I very much doubted it. Removing his hand Chris sat sideways on and looked at me. Facing him I looked him in the eye and raised an eyebrow. "Now what?" my voice sounded alien in the silence. Even the sound of the engine had gone replaced by the loud sound of nothing. Windows wound up I couldn't even hear the sound of the distant traffic. I was in my own little world and the world was small compared to others. "Now we learn some car maintenance. Pop the bonnet of the car and get out." Outside the car I stood on trembling legs. What now? "Undo the bonnet please." After much fiddling around with the catch I managed to get the bonnet up and stay up. I knew nothing about the workings of a car and the thought of having to learn basic car maintanence wasn't really that appealing to me. If I wanted something done on my car I would just ask a man to do it for me. "On your test you will be asked some basic car maintenance questions. The answer will either be a show or tell. Some you will just need to answer and others you will have to physically get out of the car and show the tester how its done. Shall we begin." Dumbly I looked at what was under the bonnet of the car and I knew that this wasn't going to go well. "Okay." "Show me where you will find the oil and how you would check it." Blank. Not a thing did I know and I just shrugged my shoulders as I looked. Chris stood next to me and his smell was not helping me think. It was gorgeous but then so was he. Talk about tall dark and handsome he was certainly tall, broad and delectable. I doubt he even knew what effect he could have on a woman's senses. He wasn't conventionally handsome but with those eyes and that smile he definitely had that something. Oil, was that what I was supposed to be looking for. Pointing towards where I thought it was I hoped I was right. Instead of telling me if I was right or wrong Chris stood behind me, raised the hem of my skirt bent me over and landed his hand on my bottom. Shocked I tried to move from under him. "Keep still and try again." Again I pointed randomly. Again his hand came down on my bottom. This time it was expected and the heat in my bum spread slowly outwards. "Incorrect." This time I pointed near the front of the engine to a little yellow gap the picture of a bottle on it. Waiting for his hand to connect with my ass it never happened. This time his hand stroked it descending between my legs instead. Parting my thighs he stood me spread open in front of the car. My pussy throbbed. "Tell me how you would check your tyres before a journey." Wracking my brain for an answer I didn't know if I could trust myself to speak. Obviously Chris had his own agenda and it was one hell of an agenda. "Check the tyre tread." "Correct." His hand pulled my thong to one side and then I felt his fingers pushed in side. Oh god that felt good. "Check the pressure." "Correct." Further it went inside me, delving deeper, seeking out my clit. Tiny delicate strokes and I nearly collapsed. Trying desperately to think in a coherent manner I wracked my brain for something to say but my brain had shut down. "One more answer." Nothing, not a thing could I say only feel the hand and fingers between my legs teasing me. "Check for any obvious wear and tear on the tyre making sure to look for bulges on the sides." Withdrawing his hand he brought it down on my bottom. Each word punctured by a slap. The noise loud in the empty space sent shivers down my spine. All intelligent thought had flown from my head by now. Instinctively I pushed my bottom into the air inviting him to spank me further. "And how would you check the tyre pressure." God knows, I didn't really care at this moment. All I cared about was the longing for him deep in the pit of my stomach. I had never been spanked before and the alien sensation had me fired up quicker than I could have imagined. The only thing I wanted more than this was his cock buried inside me, now, right this minute. "Fuck me." "Incorrect." His hand landed on my bottom before I had chance to take a breath. "Please Chris." "Incorrect." Again it landed. "How would you check the tyre pressure." "Oh fuck Chris please." I was begging him to finish what he had started. "Incorrect." Thwack, his hand landed on my tender flesh. "How would you check the tyre pressure." "I don't know, Please Chris fuck me." "Incorrect." Again his hand landed on my bottom. Again he repeated his question. "How do you check the tyre pressure." "With a gauge." Where had that come from? His fingers entered me and I almost came. My legs shook and it took all my time to stay standing. "Correct." "How often do you need to check the pressure." I had no idea. The only pressure I was interested in was the one building between my legs. "Whenever you go on a journey." "Correct." Harder his fingers touched my clit circling it. Oh god the torture was so sweet and a loud groan escaped me. "That concludes the lesson." "Please don't stop." I begged. Chris chuckled behind me. Circling my clit his fingers teased and taunted me. Deep inside me I could feel my orgasm building. Hips moving backwards and forwards on his hand I groaned even louder. "Stop what? This?" and his hand suddenly stopped its movement. My brain screamed at the sudden loss, wriggling my bottom I tried to finish myself off, pushing myself back against the hand inside me. "Oh god yes." His fingers renewed their movements and my hips bucked against them. Oh god it felt so good. My clit throbbed loudly its beat reverberating inside my head. Louder and louder the beat got until I could stand it no longer and in one loud crash I came. "AAAAgghhhhhhh." My voice found itself and I screamed my orgasm. Over and over it washed over me echoing in my skull. Lost in the pleasure his fingers had wrought on me I cared for nothing apart from the sensations in my body. When he removed his fingers completely from me I almost cried tears of loss. My toys were never that good and all thoughts of swapping my instructor flew from my addled brain. I needed Chris now like I needed to breath, well at this moment I did. Confessions of a Learner Driver Now I stood waiting for him to speak. "What is it about you that I want? I have seen better-looking women. I have been with better looking women. Yet you manage, somehow, to undermine my professional integrity." As he spoke he paced up and down in front of me. He stopped his pacing to stand directly in front of me. Hands behind his back and his feet apart he let his gaze rove from top to toe and back again coming to rest on my face. My heart beat faster in my chest and I had to tell myself to breath. God he was hot. I had never seen him standing before and he towered above me. Broad shouldered with grey hair peppered amongst his brown he look distinguished. His steady gaze gave nothing away. With his deep brown eyes on me I tried to hold my head up and meet them with my own blue ones. "You think you can better me, you think you can flaunt yourself and suffer no consequences?" Suddenly he reached up and ripped my top from me exposing my bra clad breasts to his eyes. Shocked I tried to cover up with my arms. "Don't you dare cover up, I have had to sit in that car and listen to you and watch you offering them to me," his voice took on a hard edge and lowering my gaze I flushed crimson." Now its my turn to have the upper hand." Placing his hands on the material of my lace bra he gripped it tightly and pulled. Offering little resistance the bra came away from my body the loud ripping sound filling the air. "Well I will say one thing. You have something to be proud of. Those are magnificent, far better than even I imagined. Now get down on your knees and take care of what you deliberately caused." With each word he undid a button on his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Doing as I was told I knelt before him and waited to see what he wanted. The thought of being at his mercy made my clit throb and my already hard nipples harder. This was much better than any fantasy. "What are you waiting for?" I gulped as I reached up and pulled down his briefs. Oh my lord, I thought, I want this so much. His cock was hard with the slit exposed showing a tiny drop of pre-cum at its entrance. With infinite care I placed my mouth against it and let the drop rest on my lips. Moving away I looked up at Chris and let him watch as I licked the drop from my top lip. His hips moved forward involuntarily at the movement of my tongue. "Suck me." Needing no further instruction I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked. Not to hard and not too much of it but just enough to taste him. He tasted so good and the smell was as musky as I thought it would be. Mingled in with the smell of whatever shower gel he used it tantalised my nose and tingled all of my senses. From above I heard him sigh as more and more of his cock went into my mouth. Feeling hands on my head I glanced upwards and saw him watching me. His cock filled my mouth completely and although average in size it was thicker than I had ever had. Loving the feeling I tried to wrap my tongue around it but failed miserably. Instead I licked what I could turning my head to accommodate as much as possible. Above me Chris moaned loudly and encouraged I bobbed my head up and down on his erection. What I would do to feel his thick cock inside of me filling me completely, stretching me open. Placing my hands on his hips I drew him towards me the feel of skin on skin making me shiver. His grip on my hair tightened and his cock seemed to almost twitch in my mouth. Letting it pop out I bent to lick his balls the hair rough against my tongue. Sucking first one then the other I teased and taunted him, digging my nails into his thighs. For what seemed like minutes I lapped and nibbled him. Dragging my teeth gently over his delicate skin I devoured his cock once again. As it touched the back of my throat I moaned gently letting him know I was happy to do this. Up and down my head moved, my mouth stretched to its limit. "Oh god that's good." Boosted by his words I set an even pace wanting nothing more than to taste his cum in my mouth. Up and down, in and out his cock went. Seconds then minutes followed and with infinite slowness I coaxed his hard cock to the point of no return. His loud moans and tightening grip told me he was close and his hips began to move backwards and forwards as he fucked my mouth. More and more I sucked, not changing anything but sucking softer then harder. With one last thrust he pushed his cock deep down my throat almost making me gag and then I felt it, a long hot stream of cum shooting down my throat. Swallowing it all I let him take control his final thrusts sharp and hard. Relaxing back on my heels when he had done I wiped my mouth and went to stand up. Half naked with my breasts on show I felt awkward in my own house now. What the hell should I say or do now? Should I thank him for his cum and hope he lets me continue with my lessons or should I ignore what had happened and start looking for a new instructor? I had no idea.