by A. Archie
My practical test was in February. It was a two-hour booking. Brian had previously advised me to book two-hour lessons instead of one hour as you can get more out of it and we can drive further. So before going to the testing centre first we had a mock test then arrived at the test centre. The car was inspected. Form signed. The eyesight test was done. Soon I was driving the car on the examiners instructions. He put me at ease and I was driving ok. We drove in town and the residential area and was nearing the end of test when he directed me into a complex turning I had never taken. I successfully positions in the correct lanes, followed the road marking and waited for the traffic lights to go green then take a sharp right turn while allowing for traffic from the left who had priority over me as I was merging into their road. The road ahead and on the left side to me was clear and without hesitating I made the manure. As I merged in, I saw from the corner of my eyes a black car emerging from the left at a faster speed than the 30-mile speed limit on the road. I felt that my move was dangerous as I did not have any control over a speeding driver who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
We drove back to the test centre. The instructor completed the form and explained to me what had happened. I did not have any minor errors at all except only one dangerous fault that was the speeding car. He said I should have been more careful there. Thanks to a speeding driver I failed my test. Another few lessons were going to cost me more money and a wait of three to four weeks before the retake.
Chapter Four
I took a few weeks off my driving lessons before I rebooked again. Brain was off sick so I had to book the lessons with Claudia. I had not seen her yet. I expected her to be a middle aged woman. I was not fussed. I just wanted to pass the test now. It was an early Spring. I booked Claudia from 2.00pm for a two-hour driving retake lesion on a Tuesday. I was not used to a female driving instructor.
I was ready by quarter to 2.00pm and waiting. Claudia knocked at the door at 1.55pm. “Hi” she said as I opened the door. “Ready for some fun?” she said smiling. “Definitely” I answered. She was about twenty-four, slim gym worked out body and very sexy. She was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a blue long sleeved chambray top, white trainers and a pair of white sunglasses. “Jump in” she said. “I would love to” I said to myself. “We will drive out of town and practice the driving maneuvers and the highway code” she said. “Ok, I would love to” I said. I would love to practice anything on her. She was fit. She drove off the car. I observed her body, legs and her face. “When is your test” she asked. “20th of April” I answered. She is a very forward girl. She had a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. I said “Nice tattoo”. “Thanks, have you got any?” she asked. “No, but I like them on girls” I replied. “I find them sexy” I added. “Have you got any more?” I asked. “I have got a few, one on my bum, another one on my tummy and the other on my right thigh”. “I would love to see them. Would you show me?” I whispered. “Would you? Of course you can” she bit her tongue saying. I touched her cargo shorts clipping her thigh as she smiled. She touched my arm setting her eyes on me. I slid my index finger in between her legs and grabbed over her pussy before withdrawing. She showed no resistance.
I grabbed her left arm and licked her finger tips as she drove on. “Find somewhere nice to park” I whispered to her. We drove up to an abandoned farm building in the middle of nowhere in the countryside. It was a sunny romantic afternoon not too cold to be outside. As she stopped the car at the back of the building, I reached to kiss her, threw my arm round her neck and pulled her towards me. We kissed relentlessly while running my arm under and over her top. She was not wearing a bra. I unbuttoned her top and milked her breasts. She had a flowery vine tattoo running down her lower tummy. I felt it with my fingers then licked sensually. She trembled and gasped. As I licked her lower tummy, I unbuttoned her cargo shorts to discover her tight purple lace hipster briefs. I kissed her right there then pulled the shorts off her white trainers. She was slim and her hipster briefs sat right in position making a sexy triangular gap between her upper thighs and fanny. I brushed over her briefs under her legs, smooth, soft, oh wow “Beautiful” I said as I rubbed her briefs. She gasped and trembled stretching out. I bit her all over with my lips tasting her body and feminine scent. I pulled her briefs half way down and sucked the pussy lips and vagina. Clean shaven, attention to detail and I played it good.
Driving lesson one. Riding the gear leaver. I put my palm on her bum and lift her up and told her to lick the gear leave and sit on it. She slid the leaver top inside her vagina and rode it up and down slowly while I fingered her clit and bum. She wriggled her bum as she did it and I took few photos on my phone. She was hot. “Let’s fuck outside on the car bonnet” I said to her taking her briefs off. I lifted her up and put her on the car bonnet, climbed on to her and fucked her fast, hard and deep. “Harder, faster … Yeah, yeah” she screamed. I bent her legs up to her shoulders, she was so flexible thanks to her gym workout, fucked her for ten minutes hard, stopped for a minute, fucked her again for ten minutes, stopped for a minute then again.
I took her top off, put her down and lent her against the bonnet to take her from behind. I rimmed her arse, bit her bum with my lips and teeth then fingered her bum. “Yeah, more babe…. Oh good” she encouraged me rubbing her leg inside my calf. I licked her arse again and inserted my rock hard cock in her tight hole. “Too tight” I said. “Yeah, it is okay” she whispered. “Feels good, fuck my arse” she moaned. I pounded her arse watching her buttocks and they bounced and hit my upper thighs as I fucked her.
I lifted her right leg up and rested it on the car bonnet. Pussy wide open. I fingered her vagina then sucked her juice dry by running my tongue deep in, up and down her slit. I love the smell of fanny. I rested her arms round my neck then fucked her from the front while standing. I played with her boobs and nipples, back and bum as I navigated in her tight vagina hard and fast like a storm in the sea. She was fit and was in for a good hammering. Encouragingly she screamed “Oh Yeah babe, yeah, harder”.
We paused for a moment and had a soft drink from the car she had brought in with. I put my arm round her neck, we were both naked just wearing the shoes. Then we went down the wooded field for a stroll hand in hand. She stayed very close to me, bumping into my body. We took cover from the sun under an oak tree that was kissing the earth with its over grown branches. We lent against the trunk of the oak tree and kissed. She lowered herself and grabbed my cock in her mouth and sucked and sucked like mad. I rubbed her fanny with my feet and toe while holding her long black hair by hand.
PART SEVEN
Falling in Love
Chapter One
Faye was there every single day I worked at Max Mara. We did not often get a chance to chat on the shop floor. I did not want to either. The next day, I met Faye after the first lift was at the checkout. I was serving standing behind the till. Faye came and asked “Could you give me a lift home”. What? I though she did not want one and after the first lift, I never talked about it with her. Now she comes to me and asks for a lift! I said “Yes, wait at the staff room”. I could not be happier. I wanted her now. I wanted her more than anything else in the world. The moment she hinted at her poverty while seated in my car, I fell in love with her. I wanted her more than ever before. At that very moment, I decided that I wanted to marry her. I was not going to fuck her. I needed time to build up a proper relationship. I wanted her to be my best friend, girlfriend, sister, mum and wife for life.
I could not lose her. I had to be patient. I barely knew her. So did she. But I did not know why I did not want to bring it up and asked her out rather than giving the thought more time. Probably I respected her. She was for the long haul. Would my patience pay off?
We met again on the same day at the evening break. There were other people so I did not talk to her. I chilled out observing the others, listening to their conversations but pretending not to. Nobody knew that I was giving her a lift home that night. I did not
want them to know. That was none of their business. I enjoyed a coffee. Faye had a homemade sandwich while reading the paper. I did not want to talk to anything in general. I only wanted to talk to her alone and personal.
Faye waited for me in the staff room. I hurried and collected my stuff from the lockers. I nodded to her and we walked downstairs. Some of the other staff had already gathered at the front door. Early September weather. Cold, windy and rainy. I opened the passenger door for her and shut the door when she was inside clear off the door. I got into the car. I could still see the others at the main entrance. They were looking at us. Do they not have business to do? Why do they not mind their own business? Jealousy overruled their sick soles. I drove off without taking any notice of them.
I was alone this time with her in my car. That was my second lift. It was a Thursday night. I feared that the staff at work might foil our friendship. I feared that Faye might not come to work again. It was too early for me to ask her out. I needed to get her mobile number. I need to get it today in case I may not get a second chance. I drove slowly. I wanted to know how she was getting on with her course. I asked if she could drive. If she would want to buy a car. I soon realised that she was ambitious, down to earth and simple girl. That was exactly what I wanted in a future wife. She had everything I dreamt of except the money. I did not need her money. Money could be made and flourish throughout a happy marriage.
I turned in to drop her off. But just before I pulled over, I asked “Is it okay if I ask for your number just in case?”. She grabbed her phone out and said “What’s your number?”. She typed it in hers and gave me a missed call. One hurdle passed. “Thank you Faye for trusting me, I did not have to worry about them now”, I said to myself. She got off and gave me a long wave with a smile. I wanted her to be mine.
I drove home, threw my bag away and stored her number on my phone. I was happy. She trusted me. I would not want to lose her. I still feared the others at work might try their best to stop Faye and me. I felt it coming.
I would not see her till the next week now. I had a busy weekend ahead with Kung Fu class on Saturday daytime then the night shift on Saturday and Sunday nights. The thought of Faye kept coming into my mind every few seconds. Were we meant to be together? I felt more confident and happier. Did she think of me the same? Was she thinking of me all the time? I hardy had any time off even to ask her out for a coffee or a drink. I needed time. I needed to wait. Would that be the biggest mistake in my life? I had no option. I still had student visa. My options were very limited. I could not tell her or anybody that. I had to be patient. The truth has to wait. Else I would risk everything. They did not check my passport when I applied for the job. I was one of them, as they considered. I was still a foreigner in my mind until I would become British.
Chapter Two
In fact, I did not see the stores managers until after I was offered the job. I overheard her voice on the day I had my job interview there. I was walking back down the corridor pass the admin office when my interviewer poked his head in and I heard the store manager say “Is he all right?”. Then her replied “Yes”.
Few days after I had started working there, I had a chance to meet her. I immediately recognised her from somewhere. She had long hair, medium built, big boobs and a cleavage to die for. I was sure I had slept with her before. But I had to disguise the knowledge of it. I believed she recognised me to. She did not make it noticeable. I was super horny and no time to date girls. I used to find phone numbers of escorts in the local newspaper and free magazines. She was one of the hookers I fucked. I phoned a number on the local paper advertised as eighteen, slim, blonde and sexy. Yes, she did sound eighteen on the phone and I asked her to come to mine at 10.00pm for an hour booking.
I could not wait. The bed was ready. I was freshly showered and scented. I was horny and hard. I heard a knock on the door. That must be her. I opened the door cautiously. Yes, but she did not look eighteen. Definitely not. But I could not resist her cleavage and big boobs. She was wearing a low cut top revealing her chest. Jean Said “Can I come in”. I thought for a moment. She was not what I was expecting. Her cleavage however passed my test. So I said “Yes”. I told her to take a seat on the bed and asked if she liked a drink. She said “I am alright, thanks”. On the phone she said £90. I gave her the money. She counted and asked for another £10. I said to her “You said £90 on the phone”. Then she said “I need £100”. I did not want to spoil the fun so I gave her another £10. Then she asked “How many?”. I said “What?”. It occurred to me that she thought there were other men who wants to fuck her after me. Because I was foreign she thought so. That explained why she wanted £10 extra.
I played over her top then put my fingers under before removing her top. She unbuttoned my jeans and rubbed over my white underwear. She put her hand under and grabbed my hard willy and rubbed up and down and moved the skin back revealing my tip. She said “This is good”. I had a pink mushroomed tip. She massaged baby oil then started sucking my cock. I could still reach her pussy. I put my fingers under her knickers, moved up and down her slit. I lied down on the bed as she started masturbating me. I fingered her while she did it to me. Then I climbed on her and fucked. But I did not kiss her. I had been stressed out, over worked and knackered. I could not hold like the way I used to. I came quickly.
The best sex I had with a prostitute was about a year before I shagged Jean. I had a night off and the day after off work as well. I had been working continuously. I had been masturbating a couple of times a day almost every day. I was in good form, highly sexed. I could not resist and grabbed the paper and called a girl. She said she was going to be in half hour.
It was about 9.00pm. She came and knocked on the door. She was wearing a short skirt and high heels and about five foot ten. I let her in. She had a broad happy smile on her face. She did not mind me being shorter. Without any hesitation, I kissed her then put my arm round her back and escorted her to my bed. I offered her a drink. She was relaxed and made me comfortable. She looked about forty but hot, blonde and sexy. She said “I was going back home after work”. While talking, I put my arms round her neck then stroked her hair. I stayed close to her as I did it. I kissed her on the lips, felt her neck, cheeks and touched her upper thigh. I felt her heavy breathing. She was already turned on. No wonder she found me hot. I knew that the moment she walked in, in her eyes. I circled my palms over her big boobs then grabbed them and kissed in the middle and licked her cleavage. At the moment, she pulled her top off and undid her white flowery bra. What a pair? I sucked on her nipple. They were hard. I ran my fingers down her tummy and under her tight mini skirt. I ran my arm all the way up and stroked her warm knickers. I felt soft and spongy. I poked my finger under her panty line and felt her shaven pussy while licking her lips and kissing her face.
I pulled my jeans down, then grabbed her palm and rubbed it over my black briefs. She started rubbing my balls over the brief then I pulled the briefs down and my hard cock sprang out. I pulled her down and put it in her mouth. She tongued it as she moved her mouth up and down my cock. I was very hard and full of stamina. I told her to lie down in the bed and spread her legs. She was completely naked. So was I. While running my fingers over her lips and then inside her mouth, I licked her pussy up and down her slit while sucking on her clit and circling my tongue. She wriggled and moaned. Then I sucked her vagina lips with my whole mouth and ran my tongue as deep as I could and licked her inner slippery vagina wall.
I spread her legs even wider and pushed my hard cock inside her. I put both of my arms round her back and held her tight. I fucked her hard, fast and deep while licking her lips and hard nipples then paused for a bit. I pounded her again and again. She screamed loud. I paused then shagged her even faster. The whole cock was inside her. My upper thigh was hitting hers making a loud noise as I pounded her. I fucked her on the same missionary position for one and half hours. I was sweating. I needed a drink. There was no sign of me coming yet. I stopped
for a moment. I asked if she needed a drink. She said “I came several times”. She sat on the edge of the bed. We both had a soft drink. I could not resist her big boobs. I grabbed booth of them and put my steal hard cock in between and ran it up and down while standing. She licked it. She did not want to go. I let her lick my cock and fucked her tits again. I still had not cum. I wanted to wank it off while she was watching me naked. As she had come several times, I did not want to fuck her pussy which was not ready for another pounding yet. She fingered herself while watching me wank. As I was masturbating she asked “Would you like to go out for a meal now?” I really did not want to dine with her, I was not going to date her. Besides I had already eaten.
She watched me come. I did not encourage her suggestion of a meal out. She chatted away few more minutes. Then she dressed up kissed me and left saying “I want to see you again”.
I was still a virgin when I came to live in the UK. I was highly sexed. The stress my studies and work had given me unbearable. I needed to fuck and release. I had been masturbating almost every single day once, twice if not more. But I needed to feel the female body, touch it, kiss it, lick, suck and fuck.
I was in the habit of picking up a free weekly local magazine from the display stand from work in the morning before coming home. I read it seated in the garden on a leisurely afternoon. The local escort adverts caught my eye. I had been reading them for few months now. I ran the numbers a few times and talk to them. But I never booked. I wanted to fuck a woman. I did not want to lose my virginity to a prostitute. I had waited enough and I do not have time to date girls, wait and then fuck.
