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.
