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Archive name: drivers.txt (F-teen/M-adult, seduction)
Authors name: Bootscooter (Address withheld by request)
Story title : I Need A Driver's License

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I Need A Driver's License (F-teen/M-adult, seduction)
by Bootscooter (Address withheld by request)

***

Some years ago I was the one who determined the safety
of motorists and pedestrians as it was I who gave the 
road test to our young first time drivers. I was well 
aware of the lengths some potential drivers go thru to 
get that legal document -- but was not aware of the
absolute extent some would go to. You've got to read it
to believe it. It happened to me and I STILL don't 
believe it!

***

Hi there, this is something that -- well, I've NEVER-EVER 
told anyone. Either it wouldn't be believed -- or I'd be 
in BIG trouble. So I thank you for this manner in which I 
can spill my guts. Now, this happened many years ago, 
I've been harboring it for a LONG time. It only happened 
once, but once was enough to last me a LIFETIME!

It came at the time I was working for the state, not an 
overly cushy job, just annoying. Annoying in the sense 
that I was the guy who determined the fate of pedestrians 
everywhere: I was the guy who road tested America's 
youth.

Sure they could pass the written part of the state exam 
but it was that pesky road test that was the kicker. 
Usually most of the young first time drivers were okay 
and most passed well enough that I could breathe easy and 
walk the sidewalks without fear.

Most. There were some that I have no idea how they even 
dressed themselves without crashing to the floor! One 
particular incidence I am here to share with you. 

She was all of sixteen, just turned. She was cute, 
slender, preppy, perky, sixteen years young, pretty, and 
blond. I dealt with a lot of blonds, most didn't live up 
to the name of "dumb blond" although some did and sought 
to bring down the whole race.

Naturally she had ACED the written exam portion -- now 
came the fun part. She had one of those newer cars for 
teens like her, a Volkswagen Rabbit, convertible. A gift 
from her "daddy" who had bucks. The wealth of the 
potential driver did not impress me, I was here to do a 
job and do it well to the best of my ability. (Oh well, 
it sounded good.)

Yes I did note that she was pretty. Very pretty. The fact 
that she had blond hair did not upset or worry me. She 
smelled of Charlie, or one of the popular brands at the 
time. Very clean complexion, long narrow face, and very 
beautiful eyes. She was chipper and pleasing (very) to 
the eye. She did at least manage the hand signals, knew 
how to turn on the headlights and where the Brake was. 
But that was about all. How she had managed to get to 
this point of the exam I'll never know. I had only to 
assume that her pure beauty had swayed those in charge of 
allowing her to acquire a permit.

And I can only assume that for that particular day she 
chose her short pleated white skirt for a reason -- to 
sway me. I wasn't going to fall for it. The State paid 
well, it would take an act of Congress (or God) to get 
you fired from a State job. The benefits were good, hours 
and pay. I need only put up with potential hazards to the 
road for a few hours a day -- the rest of my time I was 
at my desk -- doing nothing but playing cards on the 
computer while thirty people waited in line to be helped.

Long blond hair she had, straight without much style. 
Very clean skin, she smelled pretty, looked pretty, was 
pretty. A yellow vest on a white matching skirt blouse, 
yellow ribbons in her hair -- she was a very sweet girl, 
but a terrible driver.

The concept of coming to a full stop at a stop sign 
eluded her. As did proper road speed, parallel parking, 
proper lane changes, etc. Twice she ran over the curb 
while turning right, narrowly missing the light pole and 
mailbox.

She's already failed the exam and we're only on the road 
five minutes!

Turning right we've shot up a very shady area lined with 
these damned imported trees from Australia. Up to the top 
of the hill where I finally have her pull over and park 
it. She's failed and I have to drive back to the DMV 
office -- for MY safety as well as the public.

"Amanda" realizes that she has failed and all is lost. 
She begins to wail, "But I need a driver's license!" of 
which I can sympathize -- but to allow this vixen out on 
the public road everyday!? I couldn't.

So she began to wail. Wail and beg. I rattled off in 
retort the violations she had committed, her inability to 
be considerate of the other motorists and pedestrians, 
and so on. She assured me that she was just nervous and 
that I should give her another chance.

I couldn't do that, either. Unlike her I follow the rules 
and regs just like everybody else. So she tried a new 
ploy -- crying. Now, I've had children, and a wife -- I 
was used to crying and was well aware of the basic 
reasoning -- it was a stratagem to get me to bow down and 
submit. I did not. I could not. I realized the distress 
this was causing the girl, to be a licensed driver was a 
big step in a young person's life. But what sort of 
person would I be should I allow this carelessness to 
cruise the streets of Metropolis willy-nilly mowing down 
unsuspecting bicyclists, pedestrians, dogs, and old 
people who couldn't move fast enough.

"I'll do anything!" she wailed some more.

"It's too late!" I told her empathetically. I had already 
voided her privileges and signed off on the green 
tabulation paper -- I turned to tell her to get out as we 
were switching places as I would be driving us back to 
the DMV; when to my weary middle-aged eyes she had 
maneuvered her already short tennis-like skirt up some -- 
exposing some new flesh.

Normally I didn't pay too much attention to what the kids 
were wearing, some I just hung my head as how could any 
parent allow their child to go out into public looking 
like they were destitute or ready for Street Walking.

I understood the pre-notion that Summer time meant less 
clothing, but some kids were ridiculous about it. I found 
this more so on girls than boys. Here, Amanda and 
maneuvered her skirt up so's I could see her panties.

I blinked. My mind began shutting down the normal 
processes of logical thought and stared at the new bare 
flesh. Nothing could be spoken, I gulped for air and 
watched reverently as more and more of her crisp white 
undies revealed themselves to me.

"I'll do anything." she spoke in a soft voice.

I looked to her, blinked and strove to regain my senses. 
This had never happened before. Usually the girl either 
sulked, pouted, tried to pay me off in money, got pissed 
off, got out and stomped off for home. But never ever in 
my few short years as a road tester had anyone showed me 
skin.

Being the normal guy sure for certain I had gone home and 
dreamt about those girls who wore revealing clothing. To 
some of those girls yes I jerked my gherkin to, banged my 
wife with the girl's image searing in my mind. But that 
was as far as it went.

The area we had come to park in was not overly secluded, 
it was up five hundred feet from a main cross street, 
entering into a moderate neighborhood of two story homes. 
The eucalyptus trees lines the street up until the first 
house. We had come to park by a fire hydrant: city code 
22514 violation. There was nothing (really) that I could 
do but stare as the teenage (heart throb) continued to 
expose to me her absolute loveliness. She turned in her 
seat just so to bring her right leg up some -- now giving 
me a muff shot. I felt the first strong stirrings from my 
loins.

There was nothing on the opposite side of the street; it 
curved to go straight into the moderate upscale 
neighborhood and there was just an open grassy area 
there. It was mid afternoon, the sun was behind us, the 
air fresh with mixes of eucalyptus and city bus fumes.

"I really need a license." she repeated in a soft 
alluring voice. My throat was swelling shut, mind 
shutting down, cock surging. This had never happened to 
me so my reaction was struggling to find itself proper. 
Amanda brought her knee up thusly allowing me absolute 
full viewing of her daintiness. It was almost more than I 
could stand. A nice tight muff bulge, white panties with 
yellow daises. 

She shook her head to clear some loose strands of her 
pretty blond hair, gave me a look of...of... A brief 
smile (of wickedness) and began undoing the buttons to 
her white blouse. Again, there was naught I could do but 
sit and watch in utter anticipation.

With her blouse undone she pouched out her chest and 
undone her bra, releasing those magnificent orbs of 
mankind delight. So young, so round, so pleasing to the 
eye. Small B cup, a handful, and eyeful. My balls 
scrunched up tight within my brown slacks, my cock was 
already beginning to spurt.

Amanda leaned forward across her seat seemingly offering 
me a fondle. Far down the street I could see the mail 
truck. Looking back behind us down the eucalyptus leave 
strewn road I waited for a city cop car to pull in off of 
the main street.

But none did.

Amanda took her hand to mine and placed it onto her bare 
flesh. No words could describe then or now that feeling. 
My mind simply blanked out and emotions of the illicit 
kind stepped in. The skin was soft, smooth, and supple. 
My fingers poised about the mound before lightly tweaking 
(squeezing) the nipple, then I moved to the other. Amanda 
seemed to be experiencing an orgasm over this, closing 
her eyes and moaning ever so lightly. She arched her back 
and jiz began to soil my underwear.

My clipboard and paperwork fell away to the floor as 
Amanda leaned down and began fondling my hardness. I 
blinked my eyes and was completely blitzed. This wasn't 
happening. This simply fucking wasn't happening. Not to 
me! It was unheard of, impossible, incredible, 
incredulous. (and not entirely unheard of -- it WAS 
happening, to other people, in Minneapolis, Miami, St. 
Louis, Portland (OR) and Dallas.

But not in Suburbia. I couldn't recall in the DMV history 
of my hometown anything of the like occurring here. I was 
making new ground, bold new steps in becoming a 
statistic.

Amanda had spent a few seconds with her mouth against my 
hard dick, sucking my shaft through my slacks. She paused 
only momentarily to undo those slacks and fish out my 
schlong. And I did nothing to stop her. (Hell, if I was 
going to go to jail I might as well make it for something 
worthwhile!)

Her mouth came expertly over my organ, it was already 
exploding in delight; her tongue skillfully cleaned up 
all the previous spillage before engulfing the head. Her 
tongue danced about the ultra sensitive crown before 
diddling into the piss slit. Thereafter she went ALL the 
way down to the musty fuzzy base and began power sucking 
me.

I clutched at the outside of the door, mind totally off-
line, eyes darting madly to search for the cop car and 
mail truck. With none in sight I looked down to see 
Amanda quietly (albeit noisily) sucking me off.

With her blouse already "loose" my hand on its own began 
caressing her backside. I couldn't remember the last time 
I had been sucked -- if at all. It felt good, lemme tell 
ya. Damn good. She placed one hand at the base and 
squeezed, her other hand inside my trousers to clutch at 
my fuzzies. 

Peering down her backside I could see the hem of her 
panties. My hand went sliding down to the small of her 
back, slipping inside her skirt and panties. Amanda moved 
to reposition herself, rising up some so as my trembling 
hand could go down into the girl more. Amanda undone her 
still fastened skirt -- never leaving the suck job she 
was doing to my schlong, however.

Her and I both worked her skirt down to now fully expose 
her lily-white ass. The skin was incredibly smooth, my 
finger came to her bunghole and I doubted it had ever 
been breeched. I semi doubted that she was virginal, but 
I could be wrong. I would have never guessed that she 
could give such wondrous head, either! An orgasm was 
coming. Soon. Amanda smacked off of my cock and sat up, 
licking her lips, sweating some. Her nipples were hard 
and her pretty eyes glistening. With my mind on the fritz 
there was nothing I could do but sit there and look 
stupefied. 

Amanda almost broke her calm angelic face with a smile, 
but it segued into a somewhat wicked persona as she 
continued to work down her skirt and panties. She kept 
her blouse and bra on, but...

I was hers to command and control. When she began trying 
to work my slacks down I finally lent a hand and helped, 
working them down to my ankles and laying back in the 
seat. Amanda came to straddle me and guided my bone into 
her hot pussy.

It was more than I could believe. This just was 
incredible and not happening. My hands cupped her pillowy 
ass as she rode me; she arched her back as every inch of 
my cock upped up into her sex. No longer was I in control 
of my body, we both shuddered as the first wave of 
orgasmic pleasures filled us.

Amanda's breasts were a secondary delight for me and I 
partook of each one, nipping the nipples and feeling 
orgasmic juices pooling beneath my nut sac. Amanda 
gyrated on me, my hands griped tenaciously her lovely 
ass, fingering her pooter hole and driving my aching bone 
into her teenage sex as fast as I possibly could.

The girl gripped me, the seat; she rocked and bucked and 
made sexual moans and groans before she began to clench 
tightly her ass and pussy as she herself began to 
experience that glory of glories. I felt my cock spurting 
jiz into the girl, my cock strained and the toes in my 
shoes curled.

Amanda began to buck like a rabbit, the sensations were 
too much to be believed. I gave a final squirt and felt 
the sudden departure of energy. The teenager continued to 
pump on my quickly going flaccid cock, grinding against 
me and seriously soiling the fabric seat. She lay into 
sighing and seemingly almost going to sleep.

As was I.

Our interlude was broken by the sound of the mail truck 
making a "U" turn to service the other homes. It hadn't 
come close, but I had. I began gulping for air like a 
fish out of water. Amanda slid off of me and back into 
her proper seat, fingering her torrid pussy. Beneath me 
was a small pool of our mixed juices. I fondled my balls 
and aching cock and then felt embarrassed.

Amanda pulled herself together and buttoned her shirt, 
but hadn't refastened her bra. My slacks and undies came 
into place, but I needed a shower -- and some therapy. 
Amanda's skirt came up but not her panties, she wiped 
down her dainty faceable non-virginal pussy and handed me 
the soiled garment. She was smiling slyly now. I held the 
offering and stared, my mind still off-line burped -- 
"Put it in your pocket, stupid!"

After a few more minutes we had sufficiently gathered 
ourselves.

"So did I pass?" Amanda quipped.

All I could do was nod my head, "Yes."

By the week's end I had resigned and moved on. 

-end-

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