Driving Lesson

It’s been a while since I've been behind the wheel. I was told that once you learn, you never forget, but I want to have a refresher just to be safe.

I ran down to meet the instructor in the old four-door Ford. I went through the motions of what I remember when I realized that the instructor was a man. It was odd to just notice, but I requested a woman.

“Before you even ask, I can read it all over your face. Jan could not come in. She tested positive for Covid, and we did not want to waste your time or money.”

I think it was more about not wanting to refund my money than wasting my time.

“Alright, it says here that you want a refresher course, and you want to go on the highway as well.”

The thought of being on the highway made me a bit on edge.

“Alright, turn on the engine, and let’s go.”

I looked at him acknowledging what he wanted me to do and I swear I seen something. He smiled and they all are supposed to smile to make us feel comfortable but his smile was different.

I took off and drove around the quieter parts of the neighborhood when he said that we should go to the highway. It was getting hot in the car and my hands was sweating.

“You need to pull over, and we need to talk.” He said.

Pulling over near a high school, I turned off the car.

“On a scale from one to ten, how do you feel about the highway? Ten being bad.”
“A nine?”

“Did something bad happen on the highway that made you this nervous?”
“Just nervous about the big trucks and dying.”

I looked over at him, and he had a look of “What the Fuck?”

“Dying and trucks? Those two specifically?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay breath. I am going to help you through this. I am going to reprogram this fear to something more pleasurable.”

“How will you be able to do that?”

“I just need you to have a little trust in me.”

“That is a red flag word. Trust.”

He smiled and shook his head. “It is up to you. You have an hour left. We can drive around the neighborhood some more.”

I sat there and decided that I needed to get through this. I need a car, and I need to drive on the highway.

I started the car back up and drove to the highway while sweat was pouring down my face.

“I want you to breathe and follow the blue car in front of you. Focus on the blue car for now.”
I did what he told me, and I felt a hand.

“I had a girlfriend who was afraid of the highway. One day, out of nowhere, I told her to drive onto the highway. I wanted her to relax, so I placed my hand on her thigh like I am doing now. She said that I was making her confused, and she needed to concentrate as my hand went higher.”

His hand was warm, and he slowly went higher. I wanted to say, “Stop,” but I was so focused on the blue car and the story.

“Well, she told me to stop to pull my hand away until she saw the truck.”
Had she seen a truck?

I glanced to the left. Oh shit, a truck is coming close to me. A big fucking truck. My grip on the wheel was brutal.

“As the truck approached faster, my hand rose higher. She wore jeans that day, so I pressed against the seam of it, making sure that I was on her clit.”

Fuck this is…confusing. The truck is…shit, my clit is throbbing.

“The closer the truck came, the faster her breathing became, and the harder I pressed and circled. Panting and moaning, she continued to drive.”

My body is starting to grind against his hand.

“That’s good.” He whispered. “Put a little more pressure on the gas pedal.”

My foot automatically did what he said as he continued torturing my clit.

“Now, my girl had tell-tale tail signs that she was close. Her eyes would flutter just like yours, but you cannot close them. Her legs trembled, but she had control. When the truck was lined up with our car, the faster I played with her.”

“Shit…Oh fuck…” I was so close, and all I wanted was to cum. Who gave a fuck about the truck? He needs to go faster.

“That was when I pulled my hand away.”

“YOU WHAT?” I yelled, frustrated and ready to kill him.

He did exactly that, and I drove to the next exit like I was in the Fast and Furious movie. I maneuvered and cut in front of another car and realized that another truck was in my rear.

“Fuck this.” I was in a sexually frustrated haze. My clit was screaming from the attention he placed on it.

Once I managed to get off the highway and park, I looked at him furiously.

“What the fuck?”

“You have successfully driven the highway, next to and in front of two trucks, and did not die. Do you want to go back on the highway?” He asked, smiling.

“No, I want to cum, and I want you to finish me off.”

“Well, I don’t think that is part of the lesson. I could finish you off but.. there is several things that need to be said and done.”

“What?”

“One, yes. You give me consent. Two, open those fucking jeans so I can feel what I am doing, and third??”

“What’s three?”

“You have only twenty minutes left of this lesson, so you need to move your ass and get back on the highway.” He said with a smile

The lesson garnered a rave review, and I came so hard that he lent me a towel. So I could make it back to my place.

You may be thinking this is all kinds of fucked up, but… I can drive an automatic and a stick on the highway. The stick was a second lesson I had for free.