Driving lessons

Clapping his hands in glee Crivelli stood-up; “Good, then lets do a little role play. Lets imagine we are on our first driving lesson and we are in the car.”

Crivelli got up and motioned for Rachel to take a seat in the huge worn recline-able leather chair. It did not look very clean (like all the other things in the small office) and had patches of mould and un-identifiable stains everywhere.

Noting her hesitation, Crivelli gave the chair an encouraging pat and said : “Don’t be afraid, I guarantee its more comfortable then most conventional car seats. And do not be deceived by its appearance….”

The recline-able chair now seemed to have a foreboding and menacing air around it, and Rachel gingerly approached it, with some feeling of apprehension. As she sank uneasily into it, her delicate lithe frame seemed lost in its large embrace which seemed to dwarf her all the more. Her sensitive nose also detected a pungent unwashed odor which only added to its imposing façade.

Crivelli handed her the old Cardboard cover for the Pizza box; “Take the wheel. Let’s begin, you can start the ignition.”

Rachel went through the motion of turning her wrist to insert the imaginary car keys. She moved her right hand to the gear to shift to 1st gear but before she could proceed further Crivelli intervened.

Crivelli: “Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you failed your previous tests. Keep safety foremost in your mind, you forgot to adjust your rear-view mirror.”

Crivelli moved to her front and pretended to adjust the imaginary mirror. Standing over her, he had a clear view of the creamy cleavage that stood out so invitingly from her blouse. Crivelli noted that she did not have very large assets, instead, her delicate frame housed medium sized bosoms elegantly capped by. Moving closer to her he detected her alluring feminine fragrance which instantly provoked a rising urgent hardness between his legs.

Feeling suddenly breathless Crivelli fought the rising primal urge to take her there and then. In a husky voice he whispered; “You also forgot your seat belt.” He moved his hand to her lap and proceeded to fasten the imaginary seat belt. His hands strayed to briefly caress the bare flesh of her left thigh, savoring its silky smooth texture, lingering a moment longer there, before moving further up her thighs.

Rachel hurriedly cried out: “Oh dear instructor, there is a car pulling up behind me, we have to move on, I should really get the car moving.”

Crivelli seemed momentarily lost: “Huh…..oh yeah, put your foot on the gas…” he mumbled reluctantly

Rachel signed in relief, and gave her self a pat on the back for getting out of that tight spot. But she was not out of the woods yet.

Crivelli: “I have decided to conduct a mock test for this lesson.” He announced. “For every minor mistake you make, I will confiscate one item of clothing from your person. Major mistakes will cost two items”

Rachel realized the stakes had just gone up, and if she was not carefully the game would only have one possible outcome. “Wait, since this is a mock test its only fair that we place a 20 minute time limit on the test, and if I pass the test, that also means you will take me as your student immediately.”

Crivelli paused to consider the new offer. Twenty minutes, that was basically his window of opportunity. He was confident he could remove most of her clothing by then, but he wanted more time. “A standard test lasts 45 minutes at least, lets do this right.”

Rachel: “ok, that means it started 5 minutes ago and we only have 40 minutes left on the clock.”

Crivelli smiled: “Well I can live with that, and since you have already made two previous errors, the seat-belt and rear mirror, I will remove your shoes first.”

Not waiting for her consent, he reached down and removed Rachel’s right shoe. Taking his time, Crivelli ran his fingers along her bare inner soles, slowly moving up towards her calves, admiring her long slender legs. He moved on to her left shoe, but she pre-empted him by quickly kicking it of her foot.

Un-phased he continued: “You may make a left turn at the next corner.”

Rachel obeyed, taking care to give the left indicator before turning the wheel.

Crivelli: “Oh dear, you forgot to look right and left to ensure there was no on-coming cars before you made the turn. That’s a major safety breach, it’ll cost you two items.”

Rachel could not believe her ears: “I did look, there were no cars, I turned my head, this is unfair.”

Crivelli: “Life’s not fair, you looked left only, you did not check for on-coming traffic from the right when you were turning into a 2 way street.”

Rachel: “You did not tell me it was a two way street.”

Crivelli: “ok, fair-enough, but you should still have checked, I’ll let you decide the 2 items to be confiscated as a compromise.”

Reluctantly Rachel handed him her watch and hair-band. Freed of the hair band, her luscious jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders, ending short of her upper back, making her look all the more ravishing. Rachel saw the gleam in Crivelli’s eyes and had anticipated this undesired effect. The last thing she wanted was to encourage him further, but she was already running out of essential items and preferred to lose the hair-band instead of her blouse or her mini. Determined not to sacrifice any other clothing items and bare any more of her body, she made up her mind to proceed carefully.

Crivelli continued: “You are now on a two way street. Please change to the left extreme lane and make a u-turn.”

Rachel made the motion of switching on the left indicator, checked her rear and side mirrors and also her blind-spot, before turning the steering wheel left. She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli did not intervene. Her hopes rose as she also executed the u-turn flawlessly, giving Crivelli no opportunity at all. She realized that because the test and the car was all imaginary, she only had to follow the procedures in the driving manual methodically.

Crivelli was growing impatient: “You are reaching a two way junction, please make a left.”

Rachel again ran through the procedure step by step, checking rear and side mirrors before turning the imaginary wheel.

“Oh oh.” Crivelli intervened with a smirk, “you forgot to stop at the junction. That’s another major boo boo and will cost you your blouse and skirt.”

Rachel protested; “You did not say there was a stop sign, that does not count.”

Crivelli: “I don’t have to, you should stop at every junction before you make a turn.”

Rachel was unwilling to lose her blouse and her skirt all at once; “That’s still not fair, I only need to slow down, not stop…..”

Crivelli: “Ok I concede you are right, but you did not even slow down, I did not see you moving your foot from the accelerator to the brake at all. I’ll compromise by taking only your blouse, that’s fair.”

Rachel realized she was caught red-handed and reluctantly unbuttoned her white blouse.

As the blouse was removed, Crivelli feasted his hungry eyes on Rachel’s creamy white shoulders, which was in stark contrast to the jet black luscious hair that partially covered it. He could just make-out her small, perfectly capped nipples through the sheer material of the white lacy bra she wore, with the rise and fall of her chest. Unable to control his primal instincts, he ran his finger tips along her neck, moving it down slowly towards her cleavage. The delicate soft region was warmer , slightly moist to the touch and he raised his finger tips to his nostrils, taking delight in her personal fragrance.