Lucy had taken her driving lessons a little later than most of her friends. She was eighteen and just about to go to university. That day was a sweltering day, the middle of a long, hot summer. Lucy was wearing as little as possible but was still sweating. She was shy and wasn’t used to wearing short skirts and little tops but it was far too hot to be modest. The car was crawling through slow traffic in the high street when her instructor advised her to manoeuvre into the left lane and turn off. Lucy followed instructions and they found themselves on quieter roads.
“Nice to be out of that traffic, isn’t it?” Her instructor, Ken, said. Lucy nodded and smiled and glanced over at him. It only took a glance to see that he was watching her carefully. Lucy was well aware that Ken enjoyed having young women as his students. ‘Though it usually embarrassed her, today she found that she didn’t care. He could watch, she knew that her young, lithe body looked good today.
They found a very quiet back street and Ken told her to execute a three point turn and then pull over, which Lucy did somewhat slowly but perfectly.
“Well done.” Ken said and patted her on the thigh, leaving his hand there longer than needed. Whether it was the heat or not, Lucy would never be sure but she smiled at him, put her hand on his and squeezed. A look of pleasant surprise crossed Ken’s face. Hesitantly he moved his fingers towards her inner thigh and began to stroke her leg. Lucy smiled again and made a purring noise in her throat. It felt good. Lucy’s shyness, which had abandoned her for the moment, meant that she hadn’t had much to do with boys. She wasn’t a virgin any more but had only had awkward encounters with clumsy boys, as shy as she was. It was nice to feel an experienced man’s hands on her. She took her own hand away as Ken’s got closer to the hem of her skirt. His fingers began to explore underneath the fabric of her skirt, inching towards her most secret place.
“Are you alright?” Ken asked, softly.
“Yes!” Lucy breathed, willing his fingers to touch her where she was beginning to tingle. Ken watched as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers stroking her thigh. As his thumb stroked gently across her panties he heard her catch her breath and felt that she was already beginning to get wet. Lucy felt a tiny shock run through her even though it was only the lightest of touches to her groin. Ken again let his fingers lightly run over her panties, Lucy laughed softly at the electric sensation and ran her hands over her own breasts, noting that her nipples were solid and erect. Ken noticed as well. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt. Lucy opened her eyes and frowned. Ken was staring out the windscreen.
“Thank you, Miss Knowles. You can pull away now.” Lucy, her hands shaking slightly did as she was asked. Ken’s crisp directions took them to the edge of town. Lucy could feel her cheeks burning. She must have somehow upset him, or he didn’t like her enough to do more. She felt certain she wouldn’t have stopped him however far he wanted to go. She had been gagging for him to touch her everywhere, and she thought she had made that obvious, which made her feel like a horrible person but also had made her wetter than she’d ever been before.
By the time Ken told her to pull into a side road in Lillians Wood Lucy was beginning to believe that perhaps she’d imagined the whole thing, it was very hot and heat did funny things to your mind. Ken told her to turn the engine off, she did so and before the hum of the engine had even died down, Ken had ripped off his seat belt, plunged one hand under her skirt and the other under her top. Lucy yelped with surprise and then groaned with pleasure as his hand pulled and twisted her nipples while his other yanked her panties over her hips and threw them into the foot-well. Ken tugged her top up so he could see her young, firm breasts being massaged fiercely. He couldn’t help himself but reached down and took one of her nipples between his teeth, pleased that she hissed at the pain and groaned at the pleasure all at the same time. Lucy pinned in her seat, couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this dirty little encounter.
“What would you like me to do, Miss Knowles?” Ken asked, his voice just as level and calm as it had been during her driving lesson, if slightly muffled by her breasts.
“Touch me.” She panted.
“I am already touching you.” He pointed out, tugging at her nipple to demonstrate.
“Touch me there.” She requested.
“Tell me where.” Ken told her, “Tell me precisely, Miss Knowles.”
“Down there.” His hand was already on her thigh again, but he refused to move it up. He wanted to hear a dirty word in that clean, innocent young mouth.
“Not enough. Ask nicely where you would like me to touch you.” Ken instructed her.
“Please will you touch my fanny?” She asked, Ken’s hand didn’t move, “Please, sir, won’t you touch my fanny?” She repeated, his hand still didn’t move but he did begin to nibble at her tits again, “Please, touch my cunt. Please, touch it.” She begged. And then his hand moved. She yelped again as his hand cradled her already wet pussy. His fingers stroked over her making her groan, then yelp again as he thrust his thumb inside her. Ken sat up and watched as she began to pant and whimper as he pulled his thumb in and out of her tight, wet hole. He retracted his thumb and slowly shoved three of his fingers inside her. She groaned again and her breathing began to quicken. This young woman was pressing her hips against his hand, wanting him to make her cum. It was what he’d always fantasised about. Lucy was moving her hips now, wanting his fingers inside her more and more as she moaned and writhed in her seat, still strapped in by her seat belt. She felt like a whore but she was so turned on by it and could feel a wave of hot energy building up from her groin and up through her body.
Ken could see she was close to orgasm and he didn’t want her to, just yet. Here by the side of the road was a waste of this slim young body. He removed his fingers and heard her make a noise of disappointment in her throat.
“Not yet.” He told her, “Soon.” He clicked her seat belt and it slid over her body. He gave her a few seconds to recover as he unzipped his pants, releasing a stiff erection, “Now I don’t know if you’ve ever done this before but I’d like you to suck my cock.” She glanced at him.
“I haven’t…” She said.
“That’s alright. Take your time.” He assured her as if he was asking her to parallel park. He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and urged her towards him. She didn’t need much encouragement. Slightly bashfully at first she slipped her mouth over his dick sucking noisily. He kept his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her to slowly and gradually take more of him into her mouth. He was pleased to hear that after a while even she was beginning to groan and moan. Feeling this young, hot mouth around his penis was making him grunt and he realised that he was going to cum very soon. He guided her to slide up and down faster and faster, but instinct had taken over and she was already sucking and gobbling at his cock urgently. When the explosion began inside him he grabbed her neck and pulled her up cumming all over her face with a shout. He let her go and sat back, tucking himself in. She sat back too and went to wipe her face.
“No, Miss Knowles, I’d like you to stay like that for the moment. You can put your underwear back on though” She nodded, dropped her hand and wriggled back into her knickers, “Now, we’re going to continue this somewhere else if that’s okay with you?” Lucy nodded. Ken stepped out of the car and walked around the bonnet watching the eighteen year old watch him, he was old enough to be her father but he knew she wanted him to make her cum like thunder. He opened her door, “I’ll drive.” He told her. He watched as she stepped out, her long, tanned legs shaking slightly. He couldn’t resist grabbing her as she straightened and locking his lips on to hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He reached around and grabbed her arse pulling her against him roughly and pressing harder against her mouth. When he let her go she was shaking even more, “Get in, then.” She nodded, wordlessly and walked around the car.
He drove away as soon as she was in her seat. They drove in silence for a while, then Ken thought he should double check that he wasn’t taking advantage of the girl.
“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you, Miss Knowles?” He asked her.
“Yes.” She replied.
“What’s going to happen next?”