Driving lessons

Rachel Doyle stirred drowsily in the fragrant bubble bath as the shrill ring of the alarm clock woke her from her slumber. She had fallen asleep for 20 minutes in the warm scented water and reached drowsily for the bath-tub plug to release the soapy suds and quickly shower.

The pretty 24 year old brunette was 6 months into her in-turnship with JP Morgan and was anxious to climb the corporate ladder and join the rat race in the world of investment banking. Thus far she was well on her way, with one small problem. A big part of the corporate banking world required that she mixed and mingle with the crème de le crème of society, and to fit her jet-setting Yuppie image and life-style she had to get that flashy nice car. Which meant she also had to get her driving license before she was eligible to purchase the vehicle of her dream. She had given herself 3 months to pass the test, but after 9 frustrating months and 5 failed attempts she was fast becoming desperate. It did not help that her colleagues were all asking when they could take a spin in her hot rod. Thus far she had avoided the question tactfully, and no one safe for Jenny, her chubby and rotund best friend and flatmate, knew of her predicament. But she could not hide the truth indefinitely.

Jenny had finally recommended her current Driving Instructor, Mr Crivelli. Reputed as the best Driving Instructor this side of town, 10 lessons with this driving Guru would guarantee her the driving license she so badly needed. The only problem was that Crivelli’s schedule was completely full for the next 3 months. It seemed there was an overwhelming demand for his services. The grumpy old instructor had even refused to meet her, so Rachel’s only chance was to catch him on a Saturday afternoon at the end of Jenny’s driving lesson, when he dropped Jenny at the porch of their apartment. Jenny had hinted that Crivelli had a fondness for “pretty young things”, and it was no secret in the office that Rachel was a natural head turner. Her long jet black hair, willowy figure and milky white complexion had earned her the nick name “Snow White” and she was constantly at the receiving end of unwanted male attention. Rachel made full use of her stunning beauty in the office and she was confident that she would also have Crivelli eating out of her hands, all she needed was an opening which Jenny had provided.

Toweling herself dry, she stopped at the full length mirror to admire her long graceful limbs, full firm breasts, flawless ivory white complexion and 23 inch waist. Those were a lethal combination of assets that had served her well in the past. She quickly slipped on her white bra and panties. It was a hot summer afternoon and she chose a low cut black mini skirt, and a white blouse which hugged the contours of her supple figure. Her watch showed 2.59PM as she waited in the front porch for Jenny to pull-up. After what seemed like 5 minutes a black dirty Volkswagen slowly pulled-up.

As Jenny turned the engine off, Rachel walked quickly to the waiting car. Rachel’s first glimpse of Crivelli fitted the mental image she had of him from their phone conversation and Jenny’s description. He was a fat balding bespectacled Italian man in his fifties with a thick black beard. Rachel could hear Jenny engaged with him in an argument…

Crivelli: “No, no, I don’t have time to meet your friend today, I already said my schedule is full for another 3 months”

Jenny: “Its ok Mr Crivelli, Rachel only wants to say hi, and you will find she is very attractive and pleasant.’

Rachel guessed she would have to make her entrance now, she quickly walked over to the passenger’s side and smiled brightly: “Oh Mr Crivelli it is so nice to finally meet you, and Jenny was not exaggerating when she said you were a rugged and handsome young man, I am Rachel, we spoke briefly…..”

Crivelli paused in mid-sentence, taken by surprise. He was running late for his next appointment and was anxious to get rid of his final student for the afternoon. But this fat, obese student had refused to vacate the drivers seat insisting that he meet her friend. He had neither the time nor the desire to meet more fat ugly women and as Rachel intervened he turned crossly to face her intending to brush her off.

However the sight that befell his eyes was totally unexpected. Standing by the window of the passenger seat was a stunning brunette beauty with jet black long flowing hair and a model’s long lithe supple figure. Temporarily unsettled, he began again..

Crivelli:“Yes Ms Doyle was it not……but I cannot meet you today…I have another appointment in 10 minutes time at Spencer Street…”

Rachel moved closer and rested her arm on the side-window, allowing Crivelli to peer down the creamy white cleavage nestled snugly in her blouse.

Rachel:“Oh I only need a ride to Spencer Street Station……that’s on your way is it not…..it is such a hot day and I have not been able to call a cab so far…”

Crivelli said reluctantly : “Ok, but I take you only to the station, that’s all, get in, and I have not fixed the air-conditioning yet so it will be warm in the car.”

Jenny gave Rachel a quick wink and squeeze on her shoulder as Crivelli moved to the drivers seat; “Good luck, make the most of your opening, you only have about 20 minutes, that’s how far Spencer Street Station is from here.”

As Rachel climbed into the car, she already felt the oven like heat that had accumulated in the small interior. Crivelli himself was perspiring and she detected a foul stale odor in the car. But she was not deterred. They drove in silence for a minute, Crivelli’s bedside manners left much to be desired, Rachel thought to her self.

Rachel: “So Mr Crivelli the weekend is here, what do you do on Saturday nites?”

Crivelli: “I teach driving, Jenny was last student today.”

Rachel: “But I thought you said you had another lesson at Spencer Street?”

Crivelli: “No I did not, do you not have ears, I said I have an appointment.”

Rachel: “Oh I am sorry, who are you meeting?”

Crivelli: “All these questions, why all these questions, you get out at Spencer Street Station.”

Crivelli was determined not to submit to the charms of this alluring young beauty. He knew girls like this one, they always had a hidden agenda but Rachel would be disappointed today, he was not a push over.

This one would be a challenge, Rachel thought, as she looked at her watch. 5 minutes had passed and she was making no progress with Crivelli. This was a first for her as she was used to having her way with all the office lads. And the stifling heat in the car also did not help. Already she felt her blouse clinging to her as beads of perspiration broke collected on her moist skin.

She crossed her long lithe legs, pulling the min further up to reveal creamy smooth skin of her inner thighs. Crivelli tried to ignore the tantalizing vision seated next to him, fighting the impulse to reach out and run his hands along the ivory white sweet flesh .

Rachel: “This is such hot weather we are having, I feel so hot and damp all over, don’t you Mr Crivelli?”

Crivelli: “I already said the air-conditioning is not working, that’s why I am headed to Spencer Street to my nephew’s car workshop there to get it fixed, your fat friend Jenny was also complaining the whole hour.”

Rachel: “Oh is that where you are going, wait, just let me get the windows lower down….”

She leaned across Crivelli and started winding down the window on the drivers seat, making sure that her soft firm bosoms made contact with his arms. Crivelli flinched as he felt her supple breasts pressing gently against his arms. This lass was young, perhaps no more than 23-24 years old. She must have had a bubble bath as her fresh sweet scent filled the small confines of the car. In spite of himself, he felt breathless.

Rachel: “There, that’s a little better, I love the feel of the breeze on my skin…it gives me goose bumps.”

Crivelli did not answer. Through the side of his eyes he noted how her tight fitting white blouse hugged every contour of her lithe body, accentuating her soft firm breasts. The blouse was so body hugging that he could see the faint outline of her nipple through the sheer material.

Rachel: “Do you know that I find older men very sexually alluring? They have a confidence that other younger more immature men lack….”

Crivelli answered uncertainly; “Really?”

Rachel smiled and gave a long black hair a toss; “Yes, only older men know how to make a girl feel like a woman.”

Crivelli remained silent and she continued; “You are so good with your hands, especially when you change gears, such strong masculine hands, its no wonder you are such a good instructor. Its really a pity you cannot accommodate me earlier in your driving schedule”

Crivelli impatiently replied: “We have discussed this before, I can only take you in 3 months, there are others waiting in line and its not fair to them. Besides there are other instructors in town”

Rachel sounded disappointed: “Yes, but none of them are like you. I have failed the practical portion of the test 4 times already and I simply need the license to get a car.”

Crivelli smiled: “ Yes, I have a 98% success rate, I have been teaching for more than 20 years and was previously a tester at the school, infact I even helped them to design the current test procedures, so its no surprise that I can beat them at their own game. But as I said you will have to wait.”

So that was why he was so good, Rachel thought, the old man used to be a tester and designed their current system. She had to close this deal successfully at any costs, the stakes had just been raised. She edged closer to Crivelli and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing the white lacy bra caressing her supple breasts.

Rachel: “Well surely we can keep the dialogue open, I am in urgent need of your services, I simply have to pass my next driving test in 1 months time. My job requires that I own and drive a car, so I really will do anything, anything at all if you can just help me out.”

Thoughts were racing through Crivelli’s mind, he was a lonely old bachelor with hardly any money and even less physical charm. He knew that even average women would not wish to spend time with him, let alone stunning young beauties like Rachel. So this represented an opportunity of a life time for him, and he had to make the most of it. What had started out as an irritating pimple was now seen as a golden opportunity.

Crivelli: “Well, what exactly did you have in mind young lady? I am all ears.”

Rachel: “Oh that’s really for you to decide, but I can pay double hourly rates, money is not a problem….”

Crivelli: “Paah…I make enough to live a simple life, I don’t need your money……surely you have more to offer?” He smiled suggestively at Rachel revealing an uneven row of yellow nicotine stained teeth which sent shivers up her spine..

Rachel: “Well if increasing your fees is not what you have in mind, we can explore other options.” As much as he repulsed her, Rachel realized she had to play his little game and keep the dialogue open.

Crivelli: “Well I am a lonely old man, its not every day that I get to spend some quality time with a lovely young princess like you. Why don’t you join me and my nephew at the garage for a nice dinner, let us find out more about you?” He smiled suggestively.

Rachel hesitated. She had always used her body as a tool for negotiation, but she was also always smart enough to ensure she controlled the course of negotiations. The thought of spending even an additional minute with this disgusting old fart was revolting enough, let alone an entire evening. But she realized she had little choice, he had her where he wanted her.

It had been almost twenty minutes in the car and as Spencer Street Station came into view, she realized with a shock she had to decide now.

Crivelli: “Well Rachel, here is where you get-off. I will see you perhaps in 3 months, unless you wish to join us for dinner?”

Crivelli eased off on the accelerator, he knew he had to give her more time and encouragement; “The failure rates for the driving tests have been on the increase recently as they are tightening up on road safety protocols. There are some new procedures I designed…..which will give you the edge.” He studied her face and noted the indecision written on it. Will she bite?

Finally with a hint of resignation Rachel replied: “I suppose a harmless dinner with you and your nephew would be a good idea.”

Crivelli’s heart raced, he was a step closer to his ultimate objective. As he steered the car away from the station his devious mind began working out a strategy that would place him in a dominant position of negotiation over this brazen young lass.