After my first lesson, after those very moments on my bed thinking about you. My fingers take over as I remember your face and smile. Tease, touch, nead on my clitoris, dance all over it baby. My bedsheets get wet and wetter, I look each time to see your face- just to see it go as a my fingers take your place.
Just you nipping on my lips, licking, flicking me- Doesn’t that excite you Daddy? Imagine me and you as your tongue dances like a serpent on my tits- I’ll repay the favour, I promise
So today, the virgin (Me) the baby took her place in your car as you read through the list of my instructions “Park left here” “Centre right mirror” as you flicked down your sunglasses like an idiot and tapped my thigh like a terrible 80’s actor.
You saw what I wore. My tight knitted nude jumper- just with that push up bra I know you look at more than you should. And don’t mention the highwaisted jeans. Just a bit tighter for you..
But you kept me waiting, and bored, and lazy… It wasn’t fun Daddy. He told me “Take the next left and park when safe, thank you” and as soon as I did, adjusted the handbrake and rested my feet I felt proud as hell.
“That’s one sexy outfit” like a kid he caught me with shock, my heart felt like butterflies in a cocoon “If you want another way to pay you should’ve said” laughing like a dad. You were so tempted to rip it all off I could see it in your eyes- but seriously the jumper cost a bomb so no. He stroked my thigh, I looked down, he stroked back and forth. Just by my knees he could tell I wanted it. Bouncing back and forth
I just giggled and blushed like any teenage girl would
“It would certainly take the stress off your mum” he burst laughing, the old fart. I was thinking it’d take it off me too hunny..
“Haha, yeah but I’d need a pay rise” I could say without feeling awkward
“But I do want you to have fun here” Daddy you flicked your glasses down once more, “You better take your time with these lessons!” He can’t resist tempting me.
After that I drove myself home where there is a bend in our closed off road away from the houses. “Do a three point turn here” as I push down the clutch, his hand grabs my thigh I look him in the eye like a deer in headlights “What, can’t you handle it under pressure?” he sternly said as he held it in place as I clocked it in 1st, then in reverse.
And he coughed up in my reverse futher up my thigh. At this point I was very nervous and coughed gently “Yeah ehem, im trying my best”
And let go of my thigh, and moved ajar away “You’re doing excellent Matilda, and I’m very proud your my favourite student” and you know, he made me smile a little bit more- made my day a little bit brighter
We finished the manoeuvre and parked. “You did me proud” he gave me room to breathe and my body eased up. We discussed the miniscule details, before we wrapped up and opened the car door
“Oh and Matilda” he looked down from his sunglasses “if your serious” he stared at my crotch lightly and whistled gently. As I started to turn around and walk out, bending over as I did so he whistled louder and laughed in dad fashion.
“Goodbye Matilda” as he waited for me to go in the house and swap to the car seat. As I watched him from my house and he drove off
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