Driving Lessons With My Goddaughter

My name is Hank Ferguson. I'm a driving instructor.

The driving school director's daughter, Louisa Chasey, just finished high school, so the director, Sharon Chasey, asked me to take her on for lessons.

Sharon and I go way back. I was even Louisa's godfather.

Louisa just turned 18, and she really grew into a fine woman.

Her chest was a total handful, bouncing with every step like it was trying to break free.

Her waist was so slim that I could almost wrap my hands around it. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere.

And her perky hips, squeezed into a tiny skirt, traced the full, rounded curve of her figure.

Just looking at them made me want to reach out and squeeze them.

Not to mention her long, pale legs in black stockings… I just wanted to throw them over my shoulders and go to town.

Every time I visited their place, I couldn't stop sneaking looks at Louisa.

But with Sharon being my boss, I didn't dare act on it and just kept my thoughts to myself.

That afternoon, Louisa showed up for her lesson in a sexy little black skirt. She strutted across the lot on those long legs, every eye on her as she walked straight up to my car.

She bent down and knocked on the window.

"Hey, Hank. I'm here for my lesson!" Her voice was sweet and bright.

I rolled down the window and got an eyeful of her chest, soft and fair.

I couldn't help asking, "Kid, how are you learning to drive without even wearing a bra?"

Louisa just giggled, totally carefree.

"It's so hot out. Are you trying to suffocate me? Anyway, you're my godfather. Even if you see something, it's no big deal."

She opened the passenger door and slid inside.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something round and full near her arm. I swallowed hard.

Louisa looked at me, all excited. "Your Adam's apple just moved. That's so manly."

Hearing that made me nervous. I quickly changed the subject.

"Most people learn packed into a car with three or four others, taking turns. I'm teaching you one-on-one, so you'd better focus. Let's pass this test on the first try."

Suddenly, Louisa climbed out of the passenger seat and started crawling toward me. When she saw me staring, she smiled.

"There's nobody else in the car. Let me sit on your lap, and you can guide me hands-on."

Before I knew it, she was on my thighs, her hips lifted high, and I had a clear view of everything underneath.

So this was what an 18-year-old girl looked like. It was really something.

One look, and I was already pitching a tent.

Louisa noticed the bulge and couldn't hide her smile. Once her feet were steady, she sat right down on my lap.

That soft, bouncy rear landed right on me.

Every pore on my body opened up. I could feel her soft warmth, smell her sweet scent. I was in heaven.

Louisa shifted her hips, and the friction sent a wave of pleasure through me.

"Hank, there's something hard down there pushing into me."

This girl… I couldn't tell if she was really that clueless or just pretending. Did she really have to ask?

I cleared my throat and tried to sound calm.

"That's just my thigh. It's kind of firm. Just tough it out."

She actually bought it and sat there as if nothing were wrong. I could even feel myself pressing against a damp patch.

It was summer, so our clothes were thin. I was just wearing shorts.

Being that close, that tight, had me both turned on and tense.

She was my boss's daughter, after all. If she went home and told her mother, how was I supposed to keep this job?