Hi! My name is Anita and I recently shared with you an exciting experience I had whilst taking driving lessons. I'm twenty, with a small petite frame which make my DD's look massive. I have jet black hair, chocolate brown eyes, and from certain angles I give away my Asian descent. My mother's family come from China, but we've never been, and I wouldn't say I look Chinese, but apparently sometimes I do - So there you are!
I told you before how I had started driving lessons in early January, and that my penchant for flashing had led me to flash my elderly instructor, Henry. He's in his late sixties, chubby with white hair circling his balding dome. In the last lesson I told you about, I had engineered a way to become topless in front of him, and he had taken the opportunity to cop a feel of my boob. After the lesson I had watched him in the car, masturbating after the experience, but was disappointed that he chose not to finish.
This is now my aim. My mission is to make Henry cum.
I must apologise, it's been much long than expected to update you. Things got quite busy, but now the entire world seems to be in lockdown over the Covid-19 pandemic, I find myself with quite a bit of time to fill you in on what you've missed!
After that, somewhat eventful, driving lesson I found it hard to think about anything else. I kept daydreaming about how it felt to have Henry's chubby fingers squeezing my boobs, and the image of him jacking off in his car was now etched in my mind.
The next lesson was Thursday and it soon arrived. I found myself practically skipping from my front door to Henry's car. He'd already swapped over to the passenger side. He greeted me with a smile, and I set up for a couple of hours of driving.
Now, I'm going to disappoint you here. I decided that I wouldn't do anything naughty during this lesson. Whilst my imagination clearly wanted me to tease him, I was definite that I needed to keep control and show restraint. Whilst flashing him was a lot of fun, and I meant to keep my goal of seeing the old man ejaculate, I didn't want him to think I'd be flashing him every lesson. Whilst I enjoyed distracting him, it was also distracting me, and I do actually want to learn to drive! So, this lesson I was fully covered.
I don't know if Henry was disappointed, or relieved, because he acted perfectly normally. We went over parallel parking again, and he got me to do an emergency stop a few times. We'd already gone over these aspects, I guess he was just seeing if I'd retained the knowledge. I won't bore you further with this lesson, as there truly was nothing remarkable about it.
At the end, the next lesson was scheduled for Monday, midday. Perfect, I knew my parents would both out all day. I thanked him and quickly let myself into my home. Once the front door was closed, I raced upstairs to look out of my bedroom window to see if I could catch him masturbating again. I was a little disappointed to find he wasn't, he was already driving away to his next appointment. I hadn't offered him anything to masturbate over, to be fair. Monday, however, that would change.
Monday arrived quickly (don't they always seem to?) and I had already planned what I was to wear. I was going to ignore the fact it was pretty cold outside, if anything that was going to help my endeavour. I chose to wear my sky-blue denim shorts, revealing my legs. Now I wouldn't say my legs are particularly my feature, but they looked good. I'd waxed over the weekend and I must say they were looking kind of silky. I was impressed with myself. I'm not stupid though, I know what my true assets are, and the trick was finding a new way of exposing them... and I had just the thing!
I had a pink cropped shirt. Quite a thick fabric, and not in anyway see-through, but with it being so cold today my nipples were noticeably poking through. I would normally wear a sports bra, or something underneath, but obviously I wasn't going to be today On a girl with smaller boobs, the top was cropped low enough that it wouldn't really show anything but midriff, but my big boobs were problematic. To be honest, my Dad had made it quite clear he didn't like me wearing it as it shows too much... and he was not wrong. With my arms down, everything was covered, but I tend to gesture with hands a lot when I talk, and my under-boob games was strong. I knew that whilst driving, my hands on the steering wheel, Henry would be afforded many views of my boobs, the bottom of them at least. If I lift my arms up - well, there they are. The edge of the top rises well above my nipples, fully exposing them to the world.
I had found that out the hard way, in the lounge one evening. I'd stretched and my Dad accidentally looked directly at my exposed boobs. He got quite angry and forbid me to wear it again. My mum reasoned with him and explained that normally I'd be wearing a bra so that wouldn't happen in public. He would definitely not approve of today.
Henry's car pulled up and I trotted out, locking the front door behind me. He immediately clocked my outfit, his eyes hovering over my top... I think he already knew what was going to happen. I could be wrong, but I think was trying his best to repress a smile.
I got into the car and adjusted the seat, as I always need to, along with the mirrors. I wouldn't say that Henry was 'watching' me, but he was aware of what I was doing. He knew my order of things and knew what was next. I reached back, lifting my arms up to adjust the headrest. Instantly I felt the material of my top rise, and my erect nipples were now on show.
I couldn't help but glance over to him, to see if he was taking in the view. He was and I smiled to assure him it was okay.
"Very nice," he beamed. This took me by surprise a little and I let out a giggle. I took a bit longer than necessary to make the adjustment, and Henry took in every moment. I did wonder if he would reach out, like he did least time, but sadly he didn't. Notice I said sadly, I found myself wanting him to touch me.
I started the engine and the lesson got underway. Throughout, I felt my top rising and lowering with my manoeuvres, and I was aware of Henry's gaze. He was spending more and more time checking me out than my driving. I love it, and I loved how excited he was becoming. He had to arrange himself a couple of times. Each time I was mentally willing him to just get his cock out but I knew he wouldn't. His bulging was very noticeable though. I found I was having to remind myself to keep my eyes on the road.
The end of the lesson was fast approaching, and he noted that we needed petrol again. I pulled into the station to fill up. Normally I would do the filling up, he'd watch and then go pay, but he suggested that I did it all. He asked me to put in twenty and gave me the appropriate money. I got out and did as I was asked. I got the payment bang on twenty - I'm seriously a pro at that - and I was just about the head into the shop to pay, when Henry called me. I hadn't shut the petrol cap properly. I tutted at myself and went to deal with it, dropping the car keys in the process. Ever the gentleman, Henry got out the car immediately to help. It was then very clear why he had chosen to remain seated.
Henry was rocking quite the erection. His trousers did nothing to hide how big he was. I hadn't realised, as had only seem it in a sitting position, but now he was standing... I was impressed. He noted me looking and for a moment attempted to cover. The keys were retrieved, and the cap closed. He asked, with something of a red face, if I was still happy to go and pay, which I was.
He went to return to his seat, but I did something that surprised us both. My left hand went out and I found myself running across the length of his member. He looked at me with shock, and he leant back on the car. I wasn't rubbing him, nor was I squeezing, but I could feel him throbbing through the cloth of the fabric. In reality my hand couldn't have been there for long, maybe only a few seconds but in the moment, it felt like ages.
I let go and went and paid, as Henry collected himself and got back in the car. Once I'd paid, the only thing left to do was to drive back to my home - which I did - and we the journey was pretty quiet. Had I overstepped? I mean he had touched me, so was it such a massive faux pas to have returned the favour? I pulled up near my house and the lesson was over. We arranged the next lesson for Friday, and I considered getting out the car but... was that really it?
Henry was still hard. I could tell from his bulging crotch. I wondered if I raced in and upstairs if I could catch a glimpse of him wanking himself off again, but instead I decided to offer him once last morsel of inspiration. The seatbelt now unbuckled I decided to give a stretch. I didn't need to but I knew this would reveal my tits to him again and it would be more likely he'd want to 'sort himself out'.
I faked a yawn and felt my breasts become visible to the world once again, and I looked at Henry. His gaze lifted from my boobs to my face and he went to say something but I pre-empted his thought.
"You can if you want," I nodded, and sure enough his soft right hand was holding my left tit. His hand moved across to get a feel of my right, and I decided to share my secret. "I saw you," I whispered. "The other day, I watched you from my bedroom window."
Henry jolted back and looked out from the windscreen up to my window and then back to me, with a look of horror on his face.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what to... "he trailed off, with a heavy swallow. His face had gone white.