My name's John Reynolds, and I've been a driving instructor for almost 15 years now. It's a job I really enjoy, and I've built up a store of funny and frightening stories over the years. Of course, you do meet some right nutters in this line of work, but you also meet some glamorous ladies. I look all right -- 47 years old, mid-height, dark hair, kept myself reasonably trim -- but certainly nothing special. I've been married for over 20 years, but my wife doesn't really like sex that much, and these days I'm lucky to get more than a kiss and a cuddle. Even so, even if any of the lovelies I've taught to drive had shown the slightest interest in me I've never been tempted to overstep the mark -- well, not until recently, anyway.
Her name was Leanne Kennedy. The receptionist at our driving school had taken the booking, so I had no idea what to expect. When I saw her for the first time I must admit I was quite pleased -- who wouldn't rather share a car with a pretty 22-year old blonde than a frumpy middle-aged housewife? Leanne was waiting for me outside the block of flats where she lived, dressed in a trim white blouse, a short black cotton skirt and black flat-soled shoes -- sensible driving footwear. As she crossed the path to the car the evening sun created a halo effect in her bubbly blonde hair, and she gave me the prettiest smile as I adjusted the driver's seat for her -- she was only five-feet-two.
She told me she'd had a few lessons when she was 17, and was now determined to learn to drive. I talked her through the basics then, quite nervously, she pulled out into the road. As she drove she told me she was a linguistics student at the local university. I was only half-listening as I concentrated on getting her safely through her first lesson with me. She seemed to be quite a natural driver, and I soon began to relax. In doing so, I couldn't help noticing things about my pupil: the delicate flower-scented perfume which began to fragrance the car; the fact that her nipples were creating little crests in her blouse; her bare thighs peeking out from beneath her skirt. At one point I was sure she'd caught me looking, and I felt my face turn bright red as I stared fixedly through the windscreen. But Leanne simply smiled, and said, "I'm really enjoying this. I feel very safe with you, Mr Reynolds."
Towards the end of our allotted time I started to get her driving back towards her flat. About a hundred yards short of it, though, without warning, she indicated left and drove up an alleyway, parking behind a row of closed shops. We were in a deserted car park. I turned to her and started to ask what she was doing, but she placed a hand on my knee to quieten me, and said, "I stopped us here because I want to talk about payment for my lessons. The thing is, Mr Reynolds, I can't really afford the fees for this, but I desperately want to learn to drive." I was dreadfully aware of the warmth of her fingers through my thin trousers. I was going to tell her I wouldn't charge her for this lesson but there wouldn't be any more; then she spoke again. "So what I thought was, well, I could pay you in kind."
Before I quite realised what was happening, Leanne slipped her hand up my thigh into my crotch. Her other hand joined it, and her blonde head dipped towards my groin. I should have pushed her away, of course; but my brain simply wouldn't tell my arms to move. I stammered, "Miss Kennedy, really, I can't allow this, it would be totally unethicaaaahhh!" She had unzipped me, and her lips had closed around the tip of my knob, which instantly grew rock hard. Oral sex was a new experience for me, and I slumped back in a daze as she swirled her tongue around my cock. Her hands burrowed in my lap, then I felt slim fingers wrap around my balls and begin to caress them. Her other hand grasped the base of my dick and pumped it slowly and steadily. With the combination of her hands and mouth I knew I couldn't last long, and my hips jerked spasmodically as I shot off into her mouth.
She sucked at me until I had completely finished, slowly licking around the tip of my dick. The she sat up and gave me a wicked grin, a tiny drop of my spunk nestling at the corner of her mouth. Seeing the look on my face she laughed and said, "I think I'd better drive us back to my flat Mr Reynolds, you look a bit shell-shocked." I certainly was. I wondered if I might get invited inside, but Leanne simply gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Same time on Thursday then? Oh, and you might want to put those away." I glanced down at my trousers, and realised with a shock that my now flagging cock and balls were still hanging out!
I managed to drive home somehow. Of course, the very next thing I should have done was cancel all Leanne's future appointments; but two days later, on the Thursday, I was outside her home prompt at seven o'clock, feeling as nervous as a fifteen-year old about to be given a rectal examination by the school nurse. I felt tense and edgy throughout the entire lesson, but Leanne seemed perfectly relaxed and at ease in my company. As we approached the parade of shops again, she giggled, "Don't you want to tell me to signal and turn left here?" Moments later my cock was again in her mouth, as she pumped her lips and tongue up and down it. She broke off long enough to murmur, "You know darling, you should be proud, this is the biggest prick I've ever sucked." I lasted a bit longer that time.
Afterwards Leanne wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I felt it lick along mine, and a thick, sticky glob passed onto my tongue. Giggling again, Leanne whispered, "That's called a snowball." And that's how her lessons continued. I taught her to drive, and in return she sucked me off. Of course, I had to pay in the money she supposedly gave me for each lesson, so my sexual flirtation was costing me £100 a week, but I felt it was worth it. It wasn't the most comfortable place to do it, and I would have liked to get into her flat, but I was happy to take what I could get.
