I am a professional driving instructor and in the course of my work, meet many young and attractive women. The Driving Standards Agency, which governs my profession, lay down very strict rules regarding inappropriate behaviour and I have to be careful not to do or say anything that could be misconstrued and cost me my licence to give instruction.
In September last year I met a new pupil; a divorcee in her early thirties. A mature woman, not a teenage girl like most of my pupils, we soon established a rapport that allowed us both to enjoy an adult sense of humour. Ever vigilant, not wanting to cause myself trouble, I explained to her that I have to respect her space and ensure that I do not make physical contact with her, no matter how innocent my intentions might be.
She replied that she was a 'grown-up', and assured me that if I innocently touched her she would not cry rape. As I was digesting that information she added that she liked older men. What did she mean by that, I wondered. Was it a come-on, a green light, an invitation to move our relationship beyond pupil and instructor. I wasn't sure.
"Not as old me!" I joked in reply.
"You're not old," she said, encouraging me to continue speculating on her possible meanings.
I do not consider myself old but, however, I am nearly twice her age and changed the subject, asking her to pull into the side of the road as I wanted her to do some reversing.
I briefed her on the subject, telling her that, when going backwards, we should look out of the rear window. She should turn her body to the left, her shoulder pressed into the back of the seat and look over her left shoulder. "Is that so I can see out of the back window?" she asked.
"No," I replied, "It's so I can see your tits more clearly!"
To my complete astonishment she raised her t-shirt, exposing her breasts, covered by a tiny black, lace bra.
"Like this," she said.
"Cover yourself," I said in blind panic,"Do you want to get me struck off!"
"I thought you wanted to see my tits," she grinned.
"I do, but not here, for God's sake!"
Her cheeky smile, lighting up her face, stirred dormant sensations in my loins. Giving me a hard, a stiffy, the horn or whatever you want to call it. A fucking erection, to be precise!
A true professional, I conducted myself with the utmost propriety after that and we finished the lesson with Lucy giggling all the way home, and reminding me of the shocked expression on my face when she flashed her tits.
The days until her next lesson seemed to drag interminably and I eagerly looked forward to our next lesson with more than a little trepidation and, I freely admit, I masturbated several times whilst developing what she had done into an elaborate, erotic fantasy.
It had been a long week with me focusing, surreptitiously, on the breasts of every young woman I had in the car, and comparing them to Lucy. When Thursday evening finally came around, I drove to Lucy's apartment with all the nervous anticipation of a schoolboy on his first date. I was wondering if what had happened the previous week was just a prick-tease or whether she intended to take it further. I was pleasantly surprised, however, when she skipped down the path wearing a flouncy short skirt instead of her usual tight jeans.
"Hi Allen," she greeted me, "What are we going to get up to this evening...more reversing..."
“Yes, if you like,” I gulped, and feeling my geriatric old dick responding to her smile.
We drove to the area where we practice manoeuvres with my eyes constantly straying to her smooth, firm thighs and the hem of her skirt, lifted further than necessary, and just about covering her underwear.
