She ground her ass against me in slow, torturous circles, my cock hardening in response. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“Lesson over,” I grunted.
“But it hasn’t even begun,” she teased.
“It’s over because I say it’s over,” I declared, my hands sliding up under her dress, discovering her bare, wet pussy. “Fuck, Tia. No underwear?”
She giggled, grinding against me again. “Do you like my surprise?”
Instead of answering, I reached for the seat release, shoving it backward to give us more room. I tilted her forward, my hands shaking with anticipation as I fumbled with my belt buckle. My cock sprang free, hard and ready.
I guided her onto me, her tight, wet heat enveloping me. She whimpered, her body tensing as she adjusted to my size. I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her close, while the other hand explored her body, cupping her breast, teasing her nipple through the material of her dress.
“Tia,” I rasped in her ear, “I need you to move. Up and down, aggelé mou. Ride me.”
She began to move tentatively, her hips rising and falling. I thrust upwards, meeting her movements, filling her completely. My fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive nub, drawing out a moan from deep within her.
“That’s it, aggelé mou,” I encouraged. “Fuck me. Show me how much you want me.”
Tia picked up the pace, her body moving with confidence now, her moans louder. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her body on the brink of orgasm.
I pinched her nipple, my teeth grazing her neck, my cock thrusting deeper and harder. “Come for me, aggelé mou,” I commanded. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She let out a low, throaty sound, her body convulsing as she came. I continued to thrust, chasing my own release, my body tense with the effort of holding back. As the last waves of herpleasure subsided, I let go, my cock pulsing as I came hard inside her.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged. Then she turned her head to kiss me deeply.
“I think I’m going to like these driving lessons,” she whispered against my mouth.
After we caught our breath, I peeled off my shirt, using it to clean up the evidence of our spontaneous detour. Tia’s eyes lingered appreciatively on my bare chest.
“Ready for your actual lesson now?” I asked, sliding to the passenger seat.
“After that? I’m not sure I can concentrate,” she laughed, her voice still breathless.
“Key goes in here,” I guided, pointing to the ignition. “Clutch down, then shift to first.” The metal key ring jingled as she took it from my hand.
She gripped the wheel with determination as the engine roared to life. The truck shuddered beneath us, then promptly died when she released the clutch too quickly.
“Sorry,” she muttered, trying again. After a second stall, the old truck finally lurched forward across the clearing.
“Easy on the gas.” The dashboard rattled as the engine revved too high. “Get a feel for how it handles first.”
Tia glanced at me, nodded confidently, and then—to my horror—floored the gas. The truck roared and lurched forward, immediately burying itself into a thicket of small saplings at the edge of the clearing. The scrape of bark against metal made me wince, and the truck jerked to a stop, engine still running.
We sat there side by side in stunned silence.
Tia turned to me with wide, bug-eyed innocence. “That tree came out of nowhere!”
I doubled over in laughter at the seriousness of her expression. She glared at me.
“I’m not quitting,” she muttered, adjusting the wheel. “I’m gonna figure this out, even if it kills me.”
“I wouldn’t think the termkill youis a wise one to use, considering you almost wrecked the car within the first two minutes of your lesson,” I pointed out, still chuckling.
“You’ve crashed three cars this year. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you,” she said.
“Touché.”
