We had been blessed with a week of warm weather since I gave 20-year-old Clare her last driving lesson – the Saturday that she’d given me a memorable blow job in the front seat of my car.
Seated behind the wheel, she asked with undisguised eagerness: “Back to the woods?”
“Errrm – let’s go a bit further afield, shall we? You really need to put in some more miles with your test only a fortnight away, young lady.”
Atop her blonde tresses – this time worn as a ponytail - was a white sun visor, set at a jaunty angle. “OK. So where to?”
I nervously fingered the condom in my pocket. “Do you know Madley Lakes – the old gravel pits that they’ve turned into a wildlife park?”
She started the engine. “Sure.”
“Let’s drive up there, shall we?”
“Maybe I could sunbathe - I’ve got my bikini on underneath.” She lifted her T-shirt to reveal a microscopically small striped bikini top and pulled one cup down to reveal a cute little breast. It reminded me of the ‘One Tit Out’ photo collection on an adult website I use. I was sorely tempted to record it on my phone.
Anxious not to distract my pupil, I refrained from stroking her nipple and cautioned: “All in good time - let’s get to the lakes first, shall we? And on the way, when there’s nothing behind us, I’m going to make you do an emergency stop. You’re bound to get one on the test.
“How will I know?”
“The examiners usually bang their hand on the dashboard.”
Clare drove very confidently that afternoon and handled the emergency braking with relish – though about 100 miles were probably scrubbed off my tyres!
After about forty minutes we arrived at the wildlife park. I’d expected it to be busy, but there were only two cars parked and I could glimpse their angler owners on the far side of the lake. “Park well away from them,” I suggested. “Maybe in the shade of that willow?” She expertly reversed the car beneath the tree, giving us a wide-angle view of the park. I glanced at the fishermen across the reeds. “They won’t trouble us.”
I took the condom pack from my pocket and placed it on the dashboard without comment. She smiled and stroked the back of my hand. “Would you like me to make love to you in the back of the car or outside?” I asked.
“Outside might be fun.”
I pulled a rug and a cushion from the back seat and climbed out.
Beneath the shade of the willow, Clare stretched out on the rug, wearing only her sun visor and the bottom half of her bikini. I settled down beside her and began gently kissing her arm. Then her shoulder. Then the nipples of her lovely breasts. With her eyes closed, she deftly unzipped me and took out my cock. “Take off my bikini bottom,” she purred. “I want you to make me nice and wet before you slip inside.”
I did as instructed, momentarily resting on one elbow before lowering my face onto her silky-smooth quim. I parted the lips with my tongue and ran its tip around her clittie. She arched her back in appreciation and moaned softly. Her legs slowly slid open, her slender thighs flattened on the rug. Having carefully fitted the contraceptive I slid gently into her cunnie. It gave an appreciative queef, which caused her to giggle.
“Nice?”
With her eyes still closed she nodded: “Divine. You can stay in there all afternoon if you like.”
Our love-making was languid and relaxed, and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the willow above us seemed to blow away any worries of guilt. My climax was long and I knew instinctively that there was a very big load trapped in the sheath. I carefully withdrew, rocked back onto one elbow, slipped the condom off and knotted it. Clare’s hand sought out my cum-coated shaft, which was still aroused and semi-stiff. She rolled onto her knees and began running her tongue down my shaft.
“I can’t have you back inside me without protection,” she mused. “It would never do to be producing Baby Marks at my age, would it?” She looked up at me tenderly. “Like me to suck you off? I’m dying to lick all that fresh spunk off your cock!” The question was clearly rhetorical, judging by the speed with which she buried her face in my crotch.
In her elfin-like kneeling posture this sexy young woman had pointed her bottom in the air. Wrapping my left arm around its nearest cheek I gingerly rubbed a moistened index finger against her sphincter before slipping it inside. She bucked a little as it went deep but went on sucking. I was already hard again, eager to explode in her mouth while I finger-fucked her from behind.
Clare suddenly froze at the same moment that we both heard the crunch of gravel from the car park. Two shadows had fallen across our naked bodies. Above us we perceived the burly figures of the two anglers. Although still wearing their thigh-length green waders, both men had their cocks out and were enthusiastically masturbating as they watched our sexual play. Clare was about to experience her first cum shower.
