Driving with Mr Graham

Nicki sat patiently waiting for her driving instructor to arrive. This was the 5th time she was in this position, the final test to see if she passed or failed. She was desperate to pass this time, there was no way she was going to be 18 and still using public transport or getting lifts from her parents. 

The sound of the car door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. "I thought you was never going to come, I've been here for 10 minutes waiting"

"Sorry" A deep voice answered, causing her to look at the passenger's seat.

"You're not Miss Derrick"

"I'm Mr Graham. She's not in today, so I'll be taking over your lesson today. I hope it's not a problem"

"No, no, it's fine" She discreetly licked her lips. She adjusted the mirrors and fastened her seat belt before putting her hands on the wheel and starting the engine. 

"All set?" He asked. A simple nod was given and she drove out of the parking lot onto the road, following his instructions. She could feel his eyes on her every time she did something wrong. 

"Turn left" He said sharply and Nicki quickly turned the car forgetting to be careful. Mistake number 10. 

After that mistake, she concentrated on the road. Her speed was a bit over what it was supposed to be but he didn't comment on it. 

"Red light!" The car came to a rapid halt sending them both flying forward a few inches. With wide eyes, Drake scribbled down a few notes. "I think it's best if we just to back to the centre"

Nicki knew he had definitely just failed her. But she couldn't be sure so the journey back was how it was supposed to be, the right speed and no mistakes. 

"So how did I do?" 

"Not so well. I'm sorry, but you'll have to retake your test" Nicki unbuckled her seatbelt and adjusts her position looking at him. 

"Can't you just pass me?" She pulled her shirt down exposing more of her breasts. He looked at her and bit his lip, fighting the temptation. 

"As I was saying, you'll need to go the office and register for another test. It should take about," This was not going down that easy. Nicki grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. It startled him and he pulled away. 

"Don't fight it, " she whispered. Drake forgot about his job and kissed her back. His hand resting on her cheek and hers running down his chest. Their lips parted and her hands immediately fumbled with his belt. She slid his jeans down along with his boxers. 

She wasted no time. She maneuvered her mouth over him and sucked as she slowly pulled away. She licked along his shaft and swirled her tongue around the tip. She sucked gently on the tip before taking him into her mouth again. With his hand around him, she sucked and moved her hand in sync. His hand got lost in her hair as she sucked and moved up and down. "Jesus!" 

He bucked his hips every so often and made it touch the back of her throat. It didn't take long for him to tense up and come down her throat. The grip on her head loosened and she sat back in her seat. 

Drake pulled up his boxers and jeans and buckled his belt. Grabbing his clipboard, he got out of the car. Nicki wiped the sides of her mouth with her hands, pulled up her top and followed him. 

"You were saying?" She asked, standing in front of him, looking innocent. 

"You've passed"