12 comments/ 42260 views/ 53 favorites Rachel's Driving Test Dilemma By: roganwriter As always my stories feature characters who are all over the age of eighteen. If this is the first story you have ever read of mine, then this is hopefully the perfect place for you to start enjoying Rachel's sexual adventures, seeing as this is a prequel to those I've previously published. To all of you who have followed her journey thus far, I hope you don't mind the break from Rachel's current situation, to learn more about her origins. I feel that by writing this I may be contradicting some of the things I've written about her previous experiences in past stories, but I hope you can look beyond these small discrepancies and enjoy this silly, fun and hopefully very sexy tale for what it is. The following takes place shortly after Rachel's eighteenth birthday... ***** "Oh god where is it?" Rachel was rummaging through her drawers looking for the paper part of her provisional driving license. "Ah ha! Found you!" She pulled it free from the mountain of clutter, or as she liked to call it, her organised chaos and waved it in the air triumphantly. Her stomach had been in knots all morning. Not because she feared the test so much, deep down Rachel was quietly confident she could pass. It was more that she was nervously excited about just how awesome her summer could potentially turn out be, if she had the freedom to drive wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. So when it came down to picking out an outfit to wear, she figured it wouldn't hurt to try and load the deck in her favour as much as possible. Rachel had long since passed through her awkward teenage phase, where at times she was embarrassed about the unwanted attention her buxom physique seemed to draw. Nowadays she quite enjoyed the variety of reactions her stunning looks had on most men. It made her feel good, being able turn so many heads whenever she walked down the street. She got dressed and checked herself out in her mirror, knowing full well how hot she looked. Rachel was banking on being assigned a male instructor. Hopefully then her outfit might be enough of a distraction for him overlook any minor mistakes she might happen to make. There was still one barrier to overcome however... As predicted her mum spoke right on cue the moment Rachel descended the stairs. "You can't wear that honey! Go and change." Rachel rolled her eyes. "We haven't got time mum. Come on lets go." "But sweetheart your bust is showing." Rachel was wearing a bright pink, spaghetti strapped vest top, which had a very low neck line. It was true, her phenomenal cleavage was on display, there was no denying it. Her large natural 32FF breasts were supported by a black lace bra, the straps of which were also on show, arching across her tanned slender shoulders. Now that she was used to them, her tits were probably Rachel's proudest feature. She liked to show them off whenever she could, much to her mother's dismay. "It's the middle of summer mum! Shall I put on a sweater? Is that what you'd prefer? Do you want me to cook to death?" "Oh stop being so dramatic honey. You could at least have chosen a longer skirt though. I've told you before, that one makes you look tarty." "This is the 21st century mum, nobody says bust or tarty anymore." Her mum probably had a point this time though. She'd chosen to wear a very short denim skirt, which hugged her hips and barely covered her pert ass cheeks. Rachel loved how long and shapely it made her legs look though and today she was eager to gain any advantage she could. "We haven't got time to argue mum or I'll miss my slot!" Her mum didn't look pleased but she begrudgingly accepted that she was fighting a losing battle. With an exasperated sigh, she stepped aside. "Fine, let's get going then." "It will be your turn to taxi me around after today. I'm looking forward to having my daughter chauffeuring me to places for a change." They got into her mums car and set off for the driving test centre. "Calm down, I need to pass first! Did you pass first time mum?" "Me? First time? Oh no, it took me five attempts." Rachel thought that that explained a few things, she was still a fairly horrendous driver, especially when it came to parking, unless the space was a mile wide. It was tough, but she managed to hold her tongue, knowing that her mum was already cross about her chosen outfit, it wasn't wise to annoy her any further. "So don't be too discouraged if you fail sweetie. There will always be next time." Rachel faked a smile. "I won't be." It wasn't entirely that simple though, she really did need to pass today, not next time or the time after that. There was a music festival this weekend and her friend's had already got it into their heads that she would be able to drive them all there. Her parents had given her a shiny and new, red Fiat 500, for her 18th birthday. It was so pretty, but so far all it had been doing was sit on the driveway collecting bird poo for the past 2 months. Rachel would often sit in it and dream about all the cool places she was going to be able to visit once she had her license. They pulled up to the centre ten minutes later. "Good luck honey." Rachel's mum leant over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I'm going to do some shopping in town, call me when you want picking up." She pulled her into an awkwardly long hug. "All right mum, you can let go now." "My baby's growing up so fast." "I'm leaving now before you start crying. I'll be fine." Rachel took a deep breath to calm her nerves and opened the car door. Inside the driving centre Dave Miller's head was beginning to droop at his desk. He'd had another rough night's sleep, unable to stop himself from thinking about his soon to be ex-wife and her new boy toy Carlo. He brushed aside the divorce papers which still lay unsigned in the top drawer of his desk and pulled out his next client's details. Before he even had a chance to read the paperwork, his eyes became heavy and he very nearly fell asleep in his seat. Suddenly he was snapped awake by his colleague Sean rushing into his office. "You're looking a bit tired there mate. How about I take your 11 o'clock and you could have a nice little power nap? That will sort you out." Dave was about to agree on the spot, but stopped himself just in time. "Hang on a minute, why the sudden charity? You're never normally keen on doing any extra work around here." He eyed his friend suspiciously. "What are mates for eh? I know how stressed you've been lately. I just thought it would be nice to do you a favour." Sean was wringing his hands nervously and occasionally glancing back over his shoulder, towards the reception area. "Sean...On a good day you're a miserable bastard and on a bad day you're an unbearable bastard. What's up?" The colleagues were actually reasonably good friends, although from an outsiders perspective, you'd never guess that. They greeted each other every morning with insults and didn't stop taking the piss out of one another all day long, but both knew it was only banter. Dave had rarely seen his friend acting like this before, then the reason suddenly clicked. "How good looking is she?" Sean grimaced, knowing full well that he'd been rumbled. "Oh please Dave, you have to let me spend an hour in this girls company. I'll...I'll buy you all your beers every Friday for a month!" "I'll say it again. How hot are we talking?" "Damn it...I'll...I'll cover any shifts you want for a year!" Dave raised his eyebrows. This girl must be really something. "How fit is she Sean?" Sean let out a defeated groan. "...She's an eleven." Dave shot up out of his seat as though it was on fire. Their office was a generally rather boring and stagnant environment to work in. They knew it was childish, but the guys rated a lot of the girls that came through the door on a scale of one to ten. Sean however had never, at least to Dave's knowledge, rated anyone above a nine before. For a rather unattractive man in his early forties, Sean had to be one of the pickiest blokes on earth. He went to the door to look for himself. Dave stood open mouthed, as his eyes came to rest on the curvaceous blonde beauty waiting patiently for him in the foyer. "See, what did I tell you? That's an eleven all day long." Mumbled Sean at his side. Dave didn't bother to respond. This girl couldn't be classified by a stupid number system. As far as his now swooning mind could recall, she was the sexiest creature he'd ever laid his eyes on. Rachel was oblivious to the two men ogling her from across the room. She was far too focused on trying to control her nerves. If she had spotted them though, it wouldn't have been a sight she wasn't all too familiar with already. She knew that her looks did strange things to men, no matter how old they were. In fact it often felt weird these days when guys addressed her to her face and not to her chest. Back when her breasts had first started to develop, the increased staring made her really uncomfortable. She'd always been very pretty, which had always garnered her a significant amount of attention from the boys in her class. But suddenly she found that nearly all the guys she encountered, not only boys her age, but grown men, like her teachers and even her friends fathers, they all gave her these long studying looks, which creeped her out to begin with. It was as though every man she met seemed to be trying to mentally undress her with their eyes. Rachel would wish every night before bed for her boobs to stop growing. None of her friends had breasts as large as hers and for a long while, she thought of herself as a bit of a freak. She even went through a phase of wearing a sports bra to school, to try and hide them. She hated looking like the odd one out. That was a few years ago though and since then she'd become more comfortable in her own skin. Nowadays, it gave her confidence to know that lots of men found her very attractive. However, she was still a little naïve about just how many men there were who lusted after her on a daily basis. Probably because she wasn't arrogant enough to appreciate the actual staggering magnitude of her attractiveness. "Please Dave. I'm begging you. You've got to let me take this one." "Take her? And where do you plan on taking her? For a romantic meal for two at Pizza Express? This is a fucking driving test we're talking about, not a date!" Dave managed to prize his gaze away from Rachel and walked back to his desk. "You know what I mean! Besides, I reckon I'd stand a better chance with her than you." "Ha! You really are deluded mate. We're both too old and too fat. The difference is, I know it and you don't. How old is this girl anyway..." Dave picked up the form with Rachel's details on. "...oh shit, she's only 18!" He felt momentarily ashamed of his earlier lechery, but probably not ashamed enough to stop himself from doing it again. "Seriously?" Sean snatched the sheet of paper out of Dave's hands. "Oh bollocks, I thought she was at least 25." Dave laughed derisively. "Oh yeah cos if she was 25, then you'd have stood a way better chance eh? You couldn't pull in a curtain shop buddy." Sean begrudgingly laughed at Dave's low blow. "That cut deep man." "This is a pointless conversation. We'd both have a better chance of winning the lottery two weeks running than getting a date with a girl like her. Now would you kindly bugger off and let me get on with my job." "Lucky bastard." Sean muttered as he slunk off back to his tiny office. The second Sean was out of sight, Dave reached into his drawer and pulled out his deodorant and a pack of mints. He wasn't deluded like his colleague, but he still didn't want to sit in a car with this stunning goddess of a girl, stinking of body odour and cigarettes. He mastered his nerve and walked out into the foyer. "Hi, you must be Rachel." Dave was determined to act as professional as possible. His façade lasted all of three seconds however, when Rachel sprang to her feet rather quickly, causing her magnificent breasts to bounce high upon her chest. Dave's eyes were drawn to them like magnets. He'd always been a shameless breast man. Bums and legs were nice too, but he'd always been a sucker for a nice pair of tits. Hers blew the word nice out of the water. He quickly diverted his gaze, mentally berating himself for his lack of self-control. "That's me!" She beamed at him with a heart stopping smile. "Hi I'm Dave. I'll be your um...your err...your instructor today." Damn it! How was he going to do his job if he couldn't even think straight? "Nice to meet you." Rachel shook his hand. Fortunately for him she appeared not to have noticed his momentary lapse of willpower. "Shall we get going then? After you." He held open the door for her. "Thanks! Oh god I'm really nervous." "Don't be I don't bite." Dave cringed the moment he'd said the cheesy line, but miraculously Rachel laughed. Oh for fucks sake even her laugh is adorable, he inwardly screamed the words in his head, wondering if there was anything about this girl which wasn't heavenly perfection. "It's completely natural to be nervous. Just take some deep breaths." "Before we start, I'm going to need you to take a mandatory eye test. So if you could walk towards the blue car over there and stop when you can read the number plate." Rachel did as instructed. Dave hadn't bargained on the view he was about to be treated to, as Rachel walked away. The natural sway to her hips made her perfect peach of a bottom swing in a hypnotic fashion. Dave felt his cock flex in his trousers and he had to hastily adjust his crotch to make sure nothing was showing. Suddenly something happened which very nearly caused his eyes to pop clean out of his head. Rachel had bent double at the waist to pick something up off the floor. Her short denim skirt rode up and she unknowingly flashed him the underside of her incredible ass. "Fuck me." Dave breathed the words quietly to himself. He could feel the blood rushing to his face...among other places. "Find a penny pick it up and all day long you'll have good luck." Rachel whispered the age old superstition to herself, after spotting the shiny copper coin on the ground. It was a good omen as far as she was concerned. "UR48 FFS" Rachel recited the number plate perfectly, from a good distance away. "Did I do ok?" She asked eagerly. Dave had to walk even closer than she had, to read the number plate himself. It was a sobering reminder if ever he saw one. "You did great." He opened the driver's side door of a silver hatchback nearby. "Here's the car we'll be taking, hop in." "Mirror, signal, manoeuvre. Mirror, signal, manoeuvre." Rachel climbed into the car, repeating the words like a mantra, only stopping when Dave opened the passenger door and sat down beside her. Dave sat for a while trying to compose himself, while scribbling some notes on his clipboard. "OK, when you're ready, start the engine, pull away from the car park and turn left onto the main road." Rachel slipped a hair band from her wrist and pulled her long, wavy blonde hair into a ponytail, before taking a deep breath and turning the ignition. This was going to be the longest hour of Dave's life. The car had been instantly filled with her fresh, lightly perfumed scent, which he was finding truly intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, trying to relax his racing heart. A few minutes in and he'd already snuck a dozen glances in Rachel's direction. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that he was finding it hard to peel his eyes away from her. Everything about this girl made him feel light headed. The way she chewed her full plump lips and wrinkled her perfect button nose in concentration, as she scanned the road ahead. Something Dave realised he should be doing more of, rather than gawping at the stunning 18 year old by his side. Rachel was aware that her instructor kept looking over at her. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, but she was so focused on her driving that it didn't strike her as being unusual. She might have purposefully dressed to distract him, but in her relative innocence, she just assumed he was studying her reactions to the road. As the car came to a stop at a set of traffic lights, Rachel looked over at him, hoping to get some sort of signal that she was doing ok so far. Dave momentarily lost himself as he gazed into her brilliantly blue eyes. "I haven't failed yet have I?" "What?" Dave was snapped out of his daydream. "No, you're doing great." His response was greeted by another beaming smile from Rachel, which caused his perpetually semi-hard cock to throb with longing once more. Dave was slowly but surely becoming accustomed to her overwhelming beauty. In as much as, by the halfway point of the test, he was at least able to master enough willpower to force his focus back onto his job and not constantly ogle Rachel the entire time. This ability to control his roaming eyes didn't last long though. They drove down a residential street which was littered with speed bumps. Dave was busy writing some notes when Rachel drove over the first of them. The bouncing movement of her breasts, as the car jolted over the bump, immediately caught his attention. His gaze now fixed, he waited for the next bump in the road to come along. When it did Dave let out an audible sigh as he stared in amazement at her large tits, which jiggled enticingly within the confines of her tight revealing top. This time Rachel caught him peeking. He seemed lost in his own little world as he continued to stare down into her deep cleavage. She almost laughed when she spotted that his mouth was hanging open in a gormless fashion, he was completely unaware that his lack of control had been noticed. She figured that most girls her age would have been disgusted by being so openly leered at by a much older man. But Rachel wasn't most girls. She'd begun to strangely enjoy the thrill she got from teasing guys, no matter how old they were, with her young curvaceous physique. It was almost funny to watch an entire room full of guys, fighting to be the first one to buy her a drink, whenever she went out clubbing with her friends. All she had to do was smile and flutter her eyelashes and guys seemed to want to buy her things. Even this morning when she'd gone to the local shop to get some milk, the old shop keeper insisted that she took it for free. So she wasn't about to start complaining now. It was all a bit of harmless fun as far as Rachel was concerned. Hadn't she purposely worn a low cut top this morning, hoping for this very outcome? Rather naughtily, Rachel found herself arching her back slightly, as if to display them even more prominently. With her own thoughts now distracted by what she was imagining might be going on in her instructor's dirty mind, Rachel didn't see the next speed bump coming and she took it rather too fast. The car thudded noisily over the bump. "Oops! Sorry!" This finally broke the spell her breasts had cast over him and Dave shuddered back to reality. He quickly realised his trousers were tented around his crotch and he hurriedly covered his lap with his clipboard. "It...its fine, don't worry. Go straight on at the roundabout." Oh shit, how long had he been staring? Had she noticed? Or even worse, had she noticed his rather obvious bulge before he could hide it? Fortunately for him, she wasn't acting like she had. He gave it another few minutes before he risked another glance in her direction. It was a bad idea, as he very nearly got taken back under her spell. The impact from the last bump had caused the strap of her pink vest top to slip from her shoulder. The top of her black lacy bra was now on show and he couldn't help but stare wide eyed at the tiny black silk bow, which adorned the point where the cup met the strap. Dave could feel his mouth pooling with saliva and he had to gulp audibly to stop himself from drooling with desire. It was even harder this time, but again he had to force his attention back onto the road. Rachel's Driving Test Dilemma Maybe he should have let Sean take this test, it was becoming pure torture for the sex starved, soon to be divorced, middle aged man. After a while though he regained his composure. Rachel had relaxed too and much to his pleasant surprise, she'd become very chatty. They talked for a while about her school and her plans for what she wanted to do once she'd left. Then about music and the festival she was planning on attending that weekend. It made him feel young again, talking about such carefree topics with the excitement that only comes from a youthful perspective, before the mundane drudgery of real life issues kick in. She seemed to be equally as interested in his life. He dodged her questions a few times, not wishing to burden her with his depressing reality, but Rachel was persistent. Before he knew it, he found himself rambling on about all of his marriage troubles. It was a bizarre feeling opening up to a complete stranger, especially a beautiful 18 year old girl, who couldn't possibly sympathise with many of his grown up issues, but it still felt good to get it all off his chest. "Your wife sounds like a real bitch. What kind of a name is Carlo anyway? Is he a Spanish waiter?" Dave laughed at Rachel's bluntness. Carlo was actually an Italian yoga instructor, but she didn't need to know that. He was really warming to her, which just made him feel guiltier when he couldn't stop from sneaking lustful glances in her direction. The fact that she was genuinely nice as well as being heart meltingly gorgeous, wasn't helping his now painfully hard cock from deflating any time soon. They returned to chatting about less depressing topics and all too soon for Dave's liking, the test was finally coming to an end. Admittedly he might have missed a few of her errors, but he was sure he hadn't missed anything major. So it looked like she was about to get the pass she fully deserved. Dave was already thinking about how nice it was going to be to give her the good news. At best he was hoping he would get an excited hug, maybe even a kiss on the cheek? He really must be dreaming. At worst, she was still likely to bounce up and down with joy. So he may be treated to one last look at her jiggling boobs, before he ran back to his office, locked the door, and had a much needed and probably furious wank. They only had one more manoeuvre to get through, a simple three point turn, but that was when disaster stuck. On route to a quite road in which to do the final part of the test, a cat ran out into the street. Rather than brake, Rachel had a moment of panic and swerved into the opposite lane. Dave had to grab the wheel, as they narrowly avoided hitting an oncoming car, but still managed to lightly graze its wing mirror. The other driver honked his horn and swore loudly at them as he passed. Rachel's bottom lip began to tremble, she looked on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry, I should have braked but...but..." Even Dave got a lump in his throat as he made her pull to the side of the road to calm down. "...I...I've failed haven't I?" She couldn't control the sobs which followed. Dave didn't know what to say. He now felt like the biggest bastard on Earth. Why did he have to be the guy who was about to crush this beautiful girls dreams? He handed her a tissue, which Rachel gratefully accepted, dabbing at her eyes to try and stifle her tears. "It's not the end of the world. We can book you in for another test next week. You'd driven really well up until then. I'm sure you'll pass next time." As the reality of her failure sunk in, Rachel began to sob again. Instinctively Dave gave her upper arm a consoling rub. He hadn't meant it to be anything other than an innocent reassuring gesture, but the moment his fingers came into contact with her warm, silky soft skin, his cock twitched wildly under his clipboard. Rachel didn't seem to mind the comforting contact and she even forced out a smile, thankful that he was being so nice to her. Her thoughts turned to how disappointed her friends were going to be that she'd failed. They were all going to have to get lifts to the festival with their parents now. This weekend was supposed to be their first step towards a life of independence, but now she'd let everyone down. "C...can't we just forget I did that and carry on with the test?" Dave wished he could say yes, but she'd nearly caused an accident. The car was covered in advertising for the driving test centre. If the other car reported the incident and it emerged that he had passed the driver involved, he would be fired on the spot. After already losing his wife and knowing that soon he'd be losing his house and half his money too, his job was pretty much all he had left. "I'm sorry but I can't." "Please oh please Dave! It was just that one small mistake!" Rachel unclipped her seat belt and turned to face her instructor as she implored him to reconsider. Dave's resolve was being tested to its limits, he couldn't help but melt a little more, when she referred to him by name. "It's against the rules. I could lose my job." "Can't you book me in for another test today? Oh please! You don't understand I need to pass today!" "I'm booked up today, so are all the other instructors. Besides it's against the rules. The earliest you can retake is next week. I'm sorry...I really am." Rachel pouted her dismay. She wasn't used to not getting her own way, especially when men were involved. There had never been a situation before which she couldn't charm or manipulate her way out from. Deep down she knew he was only doing his job, but it still bugged her that he wasn't giving in to her pleas. She chewed her lip in concentration. "Nobody else has to find out though. Only we'll know. Look, you haven't even marked the sheet yet." She leant over the gear stick to point at his clipboard. For the hundredth time in the last hour, Dave's eyes were again drawn down to her spectacular breasts, which now swayed gently below her hunched over body, inches from his own chest. Rachel again caught him in the act. Hhmmm...maybe there was a way she could manipulate him after all. He obviously liked her boobs. Maybe they could be her ticket to freedom. "Were you just looking down my top?" She inwardly smiled as Dave's eyes bulged wide with panic. "What?...Er...no...I wasn't...I...I..." "Don't fib, I saw you looking." She put on her most girlish and playful voice. "Oh god I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just...and they...and then...and the..." Dave was babbling a stream of apologies. He was old enough to be her father, surely it should have made her feel uneasy, having him staring at her rack so blatantly. But for some reason, Rachel found that she was relishing the sight of watching a grown man turn into a quivering, bumbling wreck, all because he couldn't keep his eyes to himself. It was a feeling of real power, knowing that she could make such a mature guy turn into such a nervous stammering school boy. "...I didn't mean to...I really am sorry." Dave could tell he'd gone red in the face. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. All Rachel could think about was how she could play this to her advantage. She sat back in her seat with her torso still twisted to face him. The devil on her shoulder told her to tease him some more. Maybe that way he would change his mind about the test. Feeling suddenly wicked, she let him stew for a while in the silence that had developed, before finally responding. "It's fine. I get it all the time." Dave breathed a long sigh of relief. Hopefully she wasn't going to file a complaint about him. "I feel terrible, believe me. That must be really frustrating for you." "No not really. To be honest I don't see what all the fuss is about, they're just boobs. Every girl's got them." With that Rachel cupped her breasts and jostled them gently. Dave sat in stunned silence and watched the hypnotic display unfold, not even daring to blink. Rachel started lifting each one in turn, before continuing to shake them both at the same time. Then with a giggle, she patted them lightly and lowered her arms. "See, they're just boobs." She waited for a response which never came. Instead Dave just sat there slowly shaking his head. He looked like he'd gone catatonic. "Wow, you must really like them." Finally Dave responded with a shallow nod. Good, Rachel thought, at least his brain hadn't completely imploded. It was up to Rachel to decide what to do next. Should she offer to show them to him, if he promised to forget the whole cat incident? God, what was she thinking? She couldn't do that could she? Come to think of it there were probably too many people about anyway. What about if she let him squeeze them? Over the top her clothes of course. Was that going too far? She'd never let anyone much older than herself touch her breasts before, even though she did really love it when guys played with her tits. Was it wrong that the thought of letting a much older man touch her like that was actually beginning to excite her? What had happened to her? There was just something about the hungry way he looked at her that made her insides tingle. It was as though he was a starving man and she was a juicy piece of steak. Maybe it was because he was so old that she liked his attention so much. Surely he couldn't have experienced touching a woman her age for nearly thirty years and now suddenly here she was, a girl with the power to fulfil all his deepest darkest desires...well maybe not all of them. It wasn't as though she was going to have sex with the guy, but she could satiate a few of his obvious needs, specifically those revolving around his apparent obsession with her tits. What harm could it do? One quick grope and she could be driving her own car by this time tomorrow. Rachel took a deep breath, not quite believing what she about to propose. "Would you like to touch them?" It was out there now, there was no taking it back. "What!?!" Dave shot a few glances up and down the road, to make sure they weren't being overlooked. "Are...are you serious?" He again gulped a mouthful of pooling saliva. Rachel nodded her encouragement. Dave automatically went to raise his hand towards her chest but Rachel pushed it back down. "But not here though. People might see. Is there anywhere more private we can go?" Although his heart was pounding rapidly and his mind had nearly turned to mush, Dave remembered that there was a deserted row of shops at the end of the street. Behind the shops there was a load of abandoned garages, which hopefully couldn't be seen from the road. The whole sight was due to be demolished in a month's time to make way for a new housing development. So hopefully there would be nobody else around. He directed Rachel where to go and a few moments later they were parked up again. Rachel's nerve nearly faltered. What was she doing? Was she really going to let this complete stranger fondle her tits? He was a big bloke. What if he got carried away? There was nobody around now to help her out if things got out of hand. She was sure she wouldn't be able to fight him off all by herself. This could well be one of her stupidest ideas to date...was it too late to turn back? They both sat there in an awkward silence. Neither one of them wanting to make the first move. Dave was running through a complete gamut of emotions too. What should he do? This was wrong on so many levels. She was so young. He couldn't possible do this, could he? Was she joking? What was her game? Was this his punishment for failing her and refusing to allow her to retake her test? If he touched inappropriately, then she would have the perfect excuse to have him fired! She seemed like such a sweet girl though, so it was doubtful she would do that. There was only one other explanation, but surely she couldn't actually want an old guy like him to grope her breasts...could she? This was her idea in the first place, Rachel concluded. He seemed like a nice enough guy, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She could close her eyes and imagine it was someone else, anyone else, a movie star perhaps. It was only going to be a quick fumble and then she could have the summer she was hoping for. "So..." She unbuckled her belt and turned to face him. "...Let's get this straight..." Dave could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his palms were becoming sweaty. "...If I let you do this, you're going to pass me? Right?" Deep down Dave knew that he'd never get another chance in his life to lay his hands on such a stunning girl. In his youth, he'd been a bit of a ladies man, but that was when he was reasonably attractive. You wouldn't have guessed it if you saw him now, but back then he was rarely without a girlfriend for long. Those days were long gone though, and none of the women he'd ever dated were anywhere near in the same league as Rachel. In fact he'd probably never even seen a more desirable woman. So that was what she wanted was it? She was doing this to get a pass, not because she wanted too. Something which he'd stupidly allowed his brain to fleetingly believe. Fuck it, who was he kidding? Of course she wasn't actually interested in him. As wrong as this whole situation felt, he knew a chance like this would never happen again, even if he lived another fifty years. What did he have to lose? "Deal." He nodded. "But only if you're sure you don't mind." "I'm sure." It was sweet of him to check, Rachel thought. He shifted in his seat to face her and raised his trembling hand. He paused, just before making contact with his prize and looked into her eyes beseechingly. He needed more conformation that what he was doing was ok. He could feel the heat radiating off from her smooth bronzed skin. Rachel smiled reassuringly and finally his hand came to rest on her large right breast. "Huh...wow." His voice was barely a whisper. Dave slowly began to apply some gentle pressure and he marvelled at how his fingers sunk into her soft flesh. It felt supple and pliant, yet at the same time had the firmness which only came with youth. He was expecting her bra to be thick and padded. With tits the size of hers, he was sure she would need a lot of support. But incredibly he could tell that her bra was in fact rather thin, he was actually able to feel the true size and shape of her breast through it. Dave move his hand lower to cup her from underneath. His hands were rather large, but even with his fingers stretched as wide as they would go, he was struggling to hold her entire tit. He wobbled it gently, spell bound by how it moved. "C...can I?" He motioned towards her other breast. "Of course." Rachel nodded her encouragement. Finally Dave had both her tits cupped in each hand. "God they're incredible." He stammered as he shook them with slightly more vigour. "Thank you." Rachel beamed. "Are they real?" "Of course they are silly!" "Holy shit!" So much for Rachel closing her eyes and pretending Dave was somebody else. She was studying his face with intent as he happily played with her boobs. There was something about his lust fuelled gaze that for reasons unknown, she was enjoying a lot. His palpable desire for her body, was beginning to fire an unexpected internal hunger of her own. She can't be getting turned on by this...could she? He was so old and in no way did she find him remotely attractive...yet...she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Maybe it wasn't that she fancied him so to speak, but rather she was enjoying the effect her body was having on him. Yes maybe that was it! He was an almost comical picture of pained lust and she was the cause of it. That was a nice feeling. Rachel looked down and watched as he lifted her breasts high towards her chin and gently pushed them together, holding them in place for a while, before releasing them to gravity. She'd never experienced this kind of attention before. Normally guys would get over excited and would clumsily maul at her tits as though they weren't attached to her body. Dave was taking his time to savour them. He was being slow and gentle but also firm at times. She was starting to like it...a bit too much. There was something about the contrast between her young tanned skin and his milky white and heavily lined fingers that strangely excited her too. It must have been a long time since he'd touched a girl who was her age. He must have years and years of pent up urges, that he was finally getting to unleash. She let out a sigh of her own, as his thumbs rubbed against her sensitive nipples. There was no denying it to herself any longer, she was getting turned on...really turned on. Dave was in seventh heaven. Miraculously he could feel her nipples beginning to harden. He cupped her tits firmly and rolled his thumbs in circles around her stiffening buds. Rachel inhaled sharply and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as a ripple of pleasure coursed down her spine. She wasn't aware of it, but she was starting to squirm in her seat. Dave watched in amazement as her legs slowly opened and closed in his direction. Even though his brain refused to accept the fact that a girl as stunning as Rachel could ever be aroused by a man well past his prime like him. The evidence seemed to be mounting. As unbelievable as that was. Rachel arched her back towards him and he squeezed even harder. She again let out a small whimper of pleasure, which blew Dave's mind. His cock was harder than it had ever been. He was so thankful that his clipboard was there to conceal his throbbing member, but as he began to caress her breasts with increased eagerness, it constantly slipped from his lap and he was having to quickly readjust it. Rachel was beginning to lose herself in the moment. She had to put a stop to it soon or something really bad might happen. Just as she was thinking it, she felt Dave try to slip his hand down the inside of her bra. She pulled away immediately. "We...we should stop!" Dave knew he had pushed his luck, but he would have kicked himself later if he hadn't at least tried. "I'm sorry. I thought you were enjoying it." "Maybe I was a bit...but we made a deal." "You're right we did and I'm going to honour it believe me." He looked suddenly dejected, Rachel thought. Like a child who'd just had their favourite toy taken away from them. For one maddening second she contemplated saying he could put his hand down her top. Anything to get that lust fuelled look she was relishing so much, to return to his face. But she'd done her part, there was no need to make this any more complicated than it already was. It was true, she had been enjoying it, probably even more than she was comfortable admitting to herself, but enough was enough. That was how it all could have ended, if in that one moment she hadn't done something impulsive, something which changed the course of events entirely. She could have turned the ignition and driven back to the driving school, where they would have parted ways each having got what they'd wanted. Rachel with a full driver's license and Dave with a fond memory...but she didn't. "Can I see that?" Before Dave could react, Rachel had grabbed the clipboard off his lap, eager to see her score up to the point when she'd failed. "NO!" He quickly tried to cover the large bulge in his trousers with his hands, but Rachel had already seen everything. It was her turn to wear a face of dumbstruck awe. "No fucking way is that your penis..." "What? What do you mean? Of course it is." She couldn't be that innocent surely? "Sorry, but I couldn't stop myself getting hard, what with all the...well you know." Rachel's Driving Test Dilemma "...but...but it's huge!" It suddenly clicked what she'd meant by that. Dave felt himself swelling with pride. It was true, his cock was fairly big. That was the reason he'd got as much action as he had in his younger years. Once the rumour about him had started going around college, the girls seemed a lot less hasty to reject his advances, obviously curious to find out the truth for themselves. He let his hands slip down from his crotch and Rachel gasped again. She shifted closer in her seat to get a better look. "Have you never seen one this big before?" Rachel shook her head disbelievingly. It was Dave's turn to delight in the stare of astonishment that Rachel was now giving him. Rachel had only ever slept with two guys before, both of whom were her own age and both had had fairly small cocks. One was about four inches and the other only half an inch longer. So those were the only two she could compare this with, at least in a practical manner anyway. Even hidden beneath his trousers, she could tell that this dick was a lot longer and much fatter than either of her previous boyfriends. "Would you like to touch it?" Dave figured he had nothing to lose and possibly everything to gain. "I...I don't know..." Rachel looked around sheepishly, but fortunately they were definitely alone. "I shouldn't." He noted how her voice belied longing. "I think it would make us even. I touched you, now you could touch me. Only if you want to that is." Dave was desperate for her to grab his cock, but he tried to keep a cool calm demeanour. He could see her chewing her lip. She was clearly fighting an internal battle between her curiosity and her sense of propriety. All he could do was hope curiosity would win. Luckily for him it did. "What am I doing?" Rachel was reprimanding herself as she leant forwards over his lap and tentatively reached for the large bulge in his pants. Dave held his breath as he felt her fingers glide softly over his swollen member. "I shouldn't be doing this." She whispered to herself, as she continued to trace the edges of Dave's rock hard cock. "Mmmm." Dave let out a deep groan as Rachel wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft and lightly squeezed. "I can't believe how thick it is." Her words were like music to his ears. "Huh! It moved!" She giggled girlishly, as she felt it flex under her touch. She still couldn't believe that this could be a man's penis, it felt more like a snake. It definitely seemed to have a life of its own. "Would you like to see it?" He was definitely pushing his luck now, but right at that moment he was already feeling like the luckiest man alive. "Err...I'm not sure, I don't think..." Dave could tell she was hesitant to admit it even if she did, so he decided to make the decision for her. He swiftly unbuckled his belt and whipped down his fly. Within seconds he had fished his cock free from the confines of his boxers. Shocked, Rachel turned to look away, but her eyes soon snapped back again. "Holy shit!" She hissed. There it was in front of her, standing proudly to attention, the largest cock she'd ever seen, or even imagined for that matter. It was a good eight inches long, maybe more and really meaty. He was circumcised too, something which Rachel had also never seen. As she stared in wonder, she had to admit, having no foreskin did make it look a lot sleeker. It looked as though there was a droplet of clear liquid oozing from the large bulbous tip. She felt a sudden urge to squeeze it to see if the liquid dribbled out. God, what had gotten into her? There was something else strange about his cock. The other ones she'd seen had all been straight, but Dave's long and veiny shaft was shaped more like a banana, it was curved slightly towards his body. She wanted to ask him why that was, but held her tongue, not wanting to sound stupid or inexperienced. It seemed like Rachel had fallen into her own little dream world as she studied his dick with intent. Dave was desperate for her to touch it again. He moved her hand back towards it and incredibly Rachel didn't resist. "Oh yes! Oh fuck." He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and squeezed it gently. "It's so warm!" Rachel was surprised by the heat that his twitching member was emitting. Without any more encouragement, she started to pump it slowly in her fist. Smiling as the bead of pre cum did indeed trickle from his tip. Dave couldn't believe what was happening. His eyes were constantly flicking between her beautiful face, to his achingly hard cock, which was now being milked so tenderly, to her huge swaying tits, which were again hanging so invitingly beneath her hunched over body. He moved his hand up and cupped her breast once more. This time he was able to feel the full weight of it in his palm. Rachel didn't indicate that she minded, so he continued to squeeze it, slightly more roughly than he had done before. Realising how distracted she was by her task, he gradually pulled her vest top down under her bra, giving him his first look at the sexy black lace garment in all its glory. It was a sight he could never tire of and he was soon groping her tits again with feverish need. Rachel could feel her entire body beginning to tingle. Her pulse rate had quickened and she was panting for breath. Her pussy was starting to dampen, as blood rushed into her blossoming sex. It was still strange to her how turned on she'd become. She loved the look of Dave's cock, but the juxtaposition between that and the rest of his body alarmed her. He was pasty and barrel chested, with greying hair and patchy stubble. How on earth was he managing to make her feel this good? It just didn't make sense. She was running her thumb across his tip, while pumping the top of his shaft with increasing speed. Dave wasn't sure how much more he could take. He slipped his hand slowly inside the cup of Rachel's bra, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted to. Rachel gasped as she felt his hand engulf her naked breast, but she couldn't deny how good it felt. His palm was brushing against her hard nipple, which caused small ripples of pleasure to course through her. "Mmmm that feels nice." She purred, as he rolled her stiff bud between his thumb and forefinger. "Yeah you like that do you?" "Uh huh...ah...OH!" Dave pinched her nipple. He watched as her face creased into a confused frown, before returning to normal when he resumed thumbing it lightly. Her tits felt phenomenal in the flesh. They were so soft and pliant, yet so firm and full too. He was yearning to see them, but feared that may tip him over edge, sooner than he would have liked. Instead he slipped his hand inside her other cup giving her left breast the same treatment. All of a sudden Rachel started to pump his cock as fast as she could. She was getting carried away by the whole scenario. "AH! STOP! Stop stop stop!" Dave had to hold her wrist tightly to steady her hand. Rachel let go and sat up straight. "Did I do something wrong?" She looked puzzled and a little hurt by his abrupt objection. "No! You didn't do anything wrong. It was just a little bit fast. You nearly made me cum." Rachel looked at him quizzically. "But isn't that the point?" Dave had to think carefully about his answer. "It is...but I just wasn't...ready to cum yet." "Why not?" How to put this... "Because I was hoping to enjoy your company a bit longer." "Oh...ok. Shall I carry on then?" "If you want to..." It was now or never. Time to cash the lottery ticket. "...Unless there's anything else you might want to try." "Like what?" Rachel narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "I just thought that maybe you could...you know...maybe you could suck it for a little bit." He held his breath in anticipation. Rachel folded her arms underneath her bra clad breasts, inadvertently lifting them up and displaying them even more prominently. But then she started to shake her head. "No way! Nope! I'm not doing that!" Dave exhaled in disappointment. "I don't like sucking dicks. They make me gag. Besides yours is way too big, I'd probably choke to death. Sorry but there's absolutely no way I'm doing that. Not a chance! We can have sex if you like, but I'm NOT going to suck your cock! No way ON EARTH!" Her words didn't immediately register with Dave, probably because they were too dumbfounding for him to even grasp, but also because they were lost in a series of adamant refusals to suck him off. A few seconds passed before what she'd said sunk in. "What did you just say?" He sat bolt upright. "I said we can have sex if you want, but a blowjob is out of the question." Her casual tone shocked him to the core. "W...we can have sex? You and me? The two of us...could have sex...with each other?" Rachel shrugged. "If you want." Dave looked at her in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out. He wanted to jump up and down, then run about screaming and punching the air. Instead he just did a rather good impression of a goldfish. He looked out at the sky above, it was still blue and there were no pigs flying across it, so that meant he wasn't asleep. But how was this happening? Things like this don't happen to painfully ordinary guys like him. "We should get on with it before I change my mind." Rachel couldn't believe what she was suggesting either. She couldn't figure out the reasons why she was as horny as she was, but it felt like she could burst at any second. The size of his cock scared her a little, but she was still eager to know what it would feel like in her tight little pussy. Would it even fit? Sex wasn't exactly a big deal to Rachel. It was probably because up until that point, it had never been very good. She'd probably only done it a dozen or so times with each of her previous boyfriends, but it had never been very satisfying. Not once in all that time had she ever cum through penetration, mostly because it had never lasted much longer than a few minutes. The guys would start pumping away as fast as they could and then they'd be spent before Rachel even had time to start beginning to enjoy herself. So as far as she was concerned, sex was really overrated. Her friends all chatted about it like it was greatest thing in the world, but Rachel didn't see it like that. Considering she was a very intelligent girl, it had never occurred to her that the reason it was always over so quickly was because of just how overwhelmingly gorgeous she was. Maybe she wasn't arrogant enough to make that association. She just figured that the sex she'd been having was normal and that her friends had all been having the same sorts of experiences, but they all seemed to love it and she just wasn't as fussed. That thought did trouble her quite a lot, because it made her feel like something was wrong with her. Hopefully this time it might be different. He certainly had a much bigger dick and he was a lot older too, so he should have more experience in knowing what he was doing. She had to admit, the idea of fucking a complete stranger in a car and not a bed, like all the other times, was strangely thrilling. Dave had switched on the autopilot. It was the only way his mind could cope with the events which were unfolding without going into complete meltdown. "Ok...err...shall we...is here ok?" He beckoned her over. Rachel put her hand on his shoulder for balance as she swung her leg over to straddle his lap. It was a bit cramped but she could manage. Dave just stared in awe as she wriggled her denim skirt up and over her hips. Then a horrifying thought occurred to him. "Shit wait! I haven't got any protection." He repeatedly cursed loudly inside his head. He hadn't needed to buy condoms for the best part of two decades, longer than this girl had even been alive...that was a sobering and somewhat unwelcome thought. This was typical of his luck, just when he thought something miraculous was about to happen, it was now surely about come to a swift halt. He was certain Rachel would apply the brakes this time. Her response though was even more astounding. Rachel shrugged nonchalantly. "That's ok, I'm on the pill." Her tone was so casual it was almost absurd. It was enough to make him pinch himself, convinced now that this must all be a concoction of his vivid imagination. "And you're sure you want to do this?" "I suggested it didn't I? It's nice that you ask and all, but you're really killing the mood." Oh shit this was actually going to happen! Dave pulled her black cotton panties to the side, briefly savouring the sight of her wispy blonde pubic hair, which she'd shaved into a thin strip, before lining up her deliciously pink pussy with his rock hard cock. He slid his tip back and forth across her remarkably wet lips a few times and Rachel squirmed with anticipation. Then very slowly, he pushed upwards and watched in disbelief as her lips parted around his bell, like the petals of an exotic flower. "AH! WHOA! STOP! It's too big, I don't think it'll fit." Rachel had a moment of panic as she felt her pussy stretching wider than ever, to accommodate his girth. It didn't hurt, but it was a strange and new sensation and it suddenly freaked her out. Dave thought about asking if she was ok, but she'd already made it clear to him that the chivalrous nice guy approach wasn't a turn on for her. "There's only one way to find out then isn't there." He took her by the hips and pushed another few inches into her incredibly tight snatch. "OH MY GOD! AH! OH FUCK!" Rachel screwed up her nose and screamed as a ripple of pleasure shot through her. She could feel every contour of his thick cock rubbing against the walls of her hungry little cunt. It was so hard and hot. It felt like her insides were being probed by a heated rod of iron. She put all her weight on her knees to stop herself from sliding down any further. Dave's grip on her hips relaxed a little, it was clear he was happy to let her take her time. The seconds ticked past as Rachel adjusted to the width of the monstrous dick that was filling her up so completely. At least that was how it felt, so she was even more shocked when she looked down and saw that it was unbelievably only half way inside her. She had no idea how deep her pussy was. Could she even fit anymore in? It was time to face her fears and find out. Rachel began to painstakingly lower herself into Dave's lap. It was a glorious sight for Dave as he watched the tightest pussy he'd ever experienced, slowly engulf more and more of his painfully hard cock. He was worried he might cum all too soon as she gradually slid down his thick gnarled shaft, whimpering quietly as she went. Feeling suddenly brave, Rachel swiftly plunged herself down onto Dave's lap. "URGH!" He grunted at the unexpected shock of feeling his dick fully immersed into the stunning blonde bombshell. "Huh! Aaaahhhh my GOD!" Rachel exhaled sharply. Her head flopped forwards onto Dave's shoulder, as her mind began to spin. The strange feelings coursing through her body were completely alien to her, but in a good way...a very good way. It took her a while, as she softly mewed into Dave's shirt, before she could lift her head back up. Dave was still in a state of shock about what was actually happening. Here he was, a man bordering 50, with few redeeming qualities, especially in the looks department, who somehow had his dick inside an 18 year old girl, who even on a bad day, would make any of the Playboy Bunnies look painfully ordinary. All he wanted to do now was fuck her with everything he had, even if he had to start off by taking it painfully slow. He grabbed her by the hips again, caressing her silky smooth skin, as he started to rock her in his lap, allowing only a couple of inches to slip back and forth into her hot gripping snatch. He could feel her muscles flexing around him, trying to pull him in deeper. "Oh fuck that feels good!" He groaned loudly. "I c...can't believe it f...fit." Rachel stuttered through rapid breaths. Dave slipped his hands around her and took hold of her magnificently round and succulent ass. He happily squeezed the soft globes of flesh, pulling her back towards him more firmly as his animal instincts started to take over. "Ah! Huh! Mmmmm!" With all her fears having now subsided. Rachel closed her eyes and began to give herself over to the moment, focusing on all the intense and new feelings that her body was experiencing for the first time. She started to realise why her friends were so obsessed with talking about sex all the time, if this is what it truly felt like. Dave was lifting her up and bouncing her on his cock now. Rachel responded with a succession of high pitch moans, whenever her pussy was stuffed to the brink by his throbbing tool. He watched as her breasts began to jiggle within the confines of her lacy bra. The sight spurred him on and soon he was thrusting upwards to meet her decent. "Mmmm fuck! URRHHH!" Rachel placed her hands on the back of Dave's seat to steady herself as a wave of euphoria rippled through her. "Does that feel good?" A swelling of pride filled his chest as Rachel frantically nodded in reply. He released her bum and moved his hands up to cup her incredible tits. Not being the one to guide her anymore, he expected Rachel to stop bouncing up and down, but instinctively she took over and maintained the same tempo. "Ah Fuck! Oh yeah! Ride that dick! Yeah that's a good girl." Dave was desperate to see Rachel's breasts, but he feared watching them bounce up and down on her chest while he fucked her, would make him cum sooner than he wanted. Even holding them was almost too much to cope with. He gave them a firm squeeze before lowering his hands to her waist. Rachel could feel the beginnings of an orgasm brewing within. She may have never achieved one during sex before, but she had managed to bring herself off lots of times, so knew the feelings of one's imminent arrival. This was different though, it was somehow deeper and there was a steady tingling, almost a throbbing feeling inside her. Weirdly it somewhat frightened her, she knew that orgasms felt really good, but this was so much more intense. The newness of it all was a little scary. She sank into his lap and held herself there for a while, feeling a bit apprehensive about allowing these new sensations to develop and overwhelm her any further. Dave sensed that she wanted him to take control again. It was getting really hot inside the rather cramped car. All the windows had steamed up, so he cracked the window open an inch, to allow some cool air in. He also loosened his tie and popped a few of the top buttons on his shirt, as he'd begun to sweat profusely. Rachel by comparison looked relatively unfazed by the intense heat, she was only very lightly perspiring, which gave her smooth flawless skin an added shimmer. Feeling slightly more comfortable, Dave resumed rocking her back and forth in time with his gentle thrusts. Rachel's clitoris suddenly grazed against his pubic bone. "UNGH! OH GOD!" Her whole body convulsed involuntarily. One hand slapped against the steamed up window, the other gripped the top of the steering wheel to her left in order to keep balance, as she leant back and instinctively began to grind her pussy against him. "Yeah keep grinding me like that. Fuck that feels good!" Dave held her ass tightly against him to stop her from backing away. Something which she had absolutely no intention of doing. The combination of the clitoral stimulation, combined with the curve of Dave's thick cock which was now rubbing against her g-spot, was sending Rachel into her first ever sexual frenzy.