The driving instructor was a young, pretty thing, and newly qualified. And like most newly qualified people she had some bright ideas about how to change the way things were done. Changing the way we do things, and challenging popular opinion is at the core of success, yet these newly qualified revolutionaries always appeared to look quite ridiculous; imagine being around when Darwin challenged popular thought.
However, this revolutionary had no plans to tell the world we evolved from apes. This young driving instructor just wanted to make people feel more at home, and more comfortable on their lessons; learning to drive was stressful, she knew from her own experience. She had some pretty unconventional plans to revolutionise the driving instructor industry, but she was a pretty clever girl, and knew that she’d get lots of business if she was the first to change the way things work.
It all started after her first few weeks of instructing. She’d only managed to generate around ten students, eight of whom were men and boys. Every one of these male students was as nervous as hell behind the wheel of the car. Even those who wanted to learn fast and booked around 3 lessons per week still remained nervous; even after two weeks of lessons. The driving instructor would go home in despair, unable to cope with the depressing state of her job. She’d seen grown men cry and lose control behind the wheel of a car, necessitating her to slam the brakes on her dual control Nissan Micra. I wasn’t just her desire to put these men at ease; she couldn’t afford to get her car smashed up either.
Robert was an eighteen year old boy who desperately wanted to drive so that he could get to work and back a lot easier. He worked five miles from his home, and when he told the driving instructor how long it took him in the morning, and how cold it was in the winter, her heart went out to him. She really wanted to help him drive, but Robert was one of the most nervous people she had ever met in her entire life. He was the kind of boy who jumped if he saw a money spider on the back of his hand for goodness sake. So this was her challenge. How could she help this guy relax? She stayed up half the night before his lesson in the morning and was still, sadly none the wiser when she picked him up outside his home at 9a.m.
“Morning Robert,” she yawned as Robert approached the car. She taken the time to get out and soak up a bit of air for a few minutes before he ventured out of his house; she figured the air might wake her up a little.
“Morning,” said Robert meekly. It was funny when she considered Robert’s behaviour, simply because he didn’t look the least bit meek or nervous to a passerby at all. He was a tall, muscular lad for his age. He had shoulder length dark hair and the beginnings of a beard. She likened him to Clive Owen a little.
“Are you ready to get going then? Seize the day and all that,” she laughed as she opened the door.
“I suppose so,” he said in a very uncharacteristically teenagerish way.
“I’ve been thinking about ways to help you relax at the wheel, and I’ve just decided that I’m going to take you out of town first, even before you start driving. I think that it might be all the other traffic perhaps. Maybe you just need to get to know the car a little,” she said confidently; even surprising herself.
“Alright then,” he replied happily. She could see he’d already started to relax.
They arrived on the outskirts of town. The roads here were quite rural and small, but they were virtually empty. She climbed out and asked him to scoot over into the driver’s seat. “Alright then, let’s go Robert,” she said cheerfully, with a friendly pat on the knee.
Robert checked his mirror, he signalled, and manoeuvred the tiny car back onto the road and set off a good pace. He was visibly relaxed. Everything was going great. The sun was beginning to warm the car through the window and even the clouds appeared to be parting for the young Robert as he glided diligently along the country road like a professional.
Just as the driving instructor was becoming mesmerised by Robert’s seemingly innate ability to drive her car, a tractor hurtled around the next corner on the wrong side of the road. Instantly Robert screamed and panicked. The driving instructor grabbed the wheel and operated the dual controls whilst Robert covered his eyes, allowing her to take complete control of the situation. She coolly steered the little Nissan onto a tree lined dirt track and reached across to turn off the engine.
Robert had his head in his hands. He was shaking vehemently like a man who’d been attacked by a pack of dogs. “Where the fuck did that come from?” he wailed at her, lifting his head for a moment and showing her the beginnings of some tears on his cheeks.
“Hey, hey,” said the instructor as she put her arm around him lovingly, “it’s not about the mistakes, it’s about how well you did up until that happened. And besides that tractor driver was an idiot. He was travelling too fast on a road that couldn’t cope with it. You did nothing wrong.” She stroked his hair like a child and he rested his head on her shoulder. “I couldn’t have expected you to deal with something like that,” she said reassuringly, “relax now. We’ll get back in the saddle don’t worry.” Before she knew what she was doing, her maternal instinct made her kiss him on the top of his head. As soon as she’d done it she realised just how inappropriate it was. She was about to move away, but she felt his shoulders drop. They were no longer tense.
Robert was finally beginning to relax; and in such a stressful situation. His hands were still shaking a little so the instructor picked them up and kissed them lovingly. Her instincts were beginning to turn a little more primal now, and before she knew what was happening she found herself becoming very aroused. She was getting moist between her legs. Her pussy was beginning to twitch and call to her for some action. Robert looked up into her eyes and felt the rising passions in the car too. The windows had already begun to steam up. She thought briefly, how strange it was that moments of crisis were capable of summoning this sort of sexual desire in virtually complete strangers; it must have been the basic human instinct to reproduce when the species was threatened, she reasoned.
Without further hesitation they kissed hard and deep. Robert tasted fresh to her, fresh and young. His tongue probed in and out of her mouth uncertainly, like a boy deciding whether or not to enter an alleged haunted house; a curious mixture of dread and early sexual awareness awakening inside him. When she put her arms around him she felt him begin to relax. They stopped kissing. She placed Robert’s hand on her leg, just below her skirt where he could feel her naked skin. She had nice skin, she’d always thought it. She looked after her body.
Robert moved his hand up her leg and found the wetness of her panties. Without any waiting he fumbled his fingers around the sides and found her hole. He shoved two fingers inside her pussy quite roughly. She loved his forceful naivety, and she opened her legs a little; slowly to indicate that he needn’t rush things. In turn she moved her hand down to his bulging crotch. She moved her fingers along the ridge of his hard cock beneath his constricting, skinny jeans. She could feel just how much his pulsing cock needed to escape so she unzipped him, circled her hand around it and made it spring out like an angry Cobra on the attack.
IF ONLY ALL DRIVING INSTRUCTORS WERE THIS NICE!
Without thinking too much she simply put her head in Robert’s lap and took his entire length into her mouth. She didn’t usually do blow jobs but it seemed the right thing to do; and besides, it was really relaxing him. After a few seconds she realised just how good she was. The last time she’d given head was about three boyfriends ago. That guy had pushed her head down so far onto his big cock it put her off for a long time; she nearly choked to death. This time it was different because she wanted to do it. It was good for her to have a relaxed student. What she wanted more than anything was a good pass record; it was good for business. With this in mind, she pushed her big, wet lips down hard on Robert’s prick. He gasped and tensed his thighs as she sucked and slurped on all the excess saliva that was seeping from between her lips and his thick shaft. She shook his nob end around in her mouth like she was rinsing with mouthwash. Occasionally her teeth caught the softness of his foreskin, just where it attached to his cock end. He winced and twitched harder when she did this, leaving her unsure if he liked it or not. She didn’t think too much more about it.
JUST FINE!
When she felt Robert’s hand on the back of her head she pushed off his cock straight away and looked him in the eye, with dribble running down her chin, and said, “don’t you fucking dare push my head down you little twat. I don’t need that. I’ll make you cum in my mouth if you leave me the fuck alone!”
“Hey no problem,” said Robert calmly. His cock twitched its way back into her mouth and seemed to stand with increased power since her outburst. She thought to herself that Robert must like a bit of dominating. Or perhaps it was just because she said she’d make him cum in her mouth.
“Like that?” she asked from around the thickness of his dick. She felt the blood pumping through his huge vein and knew the answer was about to present itself in a huge burst to the back of her throat. Did she really want him to cum in her mouth, she thought? Well, it didn’t feel so bad at the moment, and he was clearly relaxed. She thrust her hand between her legs and flicked her clit as hard as she could with the very tip of her index finger. She wandered briefly which one of them would climax first. Slowing down on his cock, and speeding up between her own legs, she was beginning to think that it would almost certainly be her. She slipped two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy as she pressed her clit like an unresponsive elevator button. Her legs tensed, then spasmed and she came beautifully at the precise moment Robert shot three fast, hot jets of spunk into the back of her mouth and throat. As she felt it inside her mouth she changed her mind about the whole idea and opened her mouth, allowing his cum to dribble out the sides. She looked up into Robert’s eyes and saw the absolute bliss in them.
“Oh yeah!” He said, reaching for her head and then remembering not to. It was then that she realised just what it was that was turning him on so much. It was the hot cum dribbling down her chin onto his trousers that was getting him off.
“Feel better now?” She asked as she sat up and wiped her mouth with a windscreen cleaning cloth. She opened the window and spat the rest of Robert’s seed out the window. When she leaned back into the car she found Robert all fastened away. “Right, are you ready to carry on now sweetheart?”
“Do you know, I think I am,” said Robert confidently.
And that was it. That was the way the driving instructor realised how to relax her students. Robert drove perfectly for the rest of that lesson. And strangely enough he drove perfectly for all of his lessons, right up until he decided it was time to take his test; which was after quite a few more lessons than the driving instructor had planned. She wasn’t too worried about it because it was more work for her. And after Robert she was inundated with young men, quite literally bursting to learn to drive.