Chapter 10

Emily learns to drive then gets pulled over and she gets fucked.

Victor and Emily sat in the car, the engine idling. Victor adjusted his hat, his fingers brushing against the worn leather. Beside him, Emily twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger, her expression distant. It was a quiet afternoon, the sky clear and the air cool. They were parked in front of a small cottage on the outskirts of town, the driveway stretching out before them like a ribbon of asphalt. This was their special spot, where they came to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life and find solace in each other’s company. Today, however, was different. Today, they were here for a purpose. Today, they would begin Emily’s driving lessons.

Victor turned to face her, his blue eyes gentle and reassuring. “Are you ready, my love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Emily nodded, swallowing hard. She had been nervous about this for weeks, ever since Victor had suggested they start taking driving lessons. But she trusted him, and she knew that he would never do anything to harm her.

With a sigh, Victor reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a small booklet. “First things first,” he said, handing it to her. “Let’s go over the basics.” Emily took the booklet, flipping through the pages until she found the section on the parking brake. Victor leaned in closer, watching her intently as she studied the diagrams and instructions. “See this lever here?” he asked, pointing to a small handle near her left foot. “That’s the parking brake. It’s used to keep the car from moving when it’s parked.” Emily nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

They spent the next few minutes discussing the various controls inside the car, from the gas and brakes to the mirrors and seat belts. Victor was patient and thorough, making sure that Emily felt comfortable and confident before they even started the car. Once they were both satisfied, Victor reached over to the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life, filling the air with a rich, throaty growl. He grinned at Emily, who seemed equal parts nervous and excited.

Victor glanced at the rearview mirror, then back at Emily. “Okay, now I want you to put the car into drive,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. Emily hesitantly reached for the gear shift, her hand trembling slightly.

Victor placed his own hand over hers, guiding her through the motion. She slid the lever forward, and the car began to roll forward down the driveway. They were moving!

Victor kept his hand on Emily’s until she was comfortable, then slowly pulled it away. He watched her carefully as she navigated the car down the driveway and around a small bend. The cottage soon disappeared, replaced by a scenic patchwork of greenery and rolling hills. Victor felt a surge of pride welling up inside him. He had taught Emily well, and she was doing an amazing job. This was just the beginning.

They drove away and continued driving, Victor pointed out various landmarks and taught Emily about road signs. He also demonstrated how to parallel park, something he knew would come in handy when they were out and about town. The lesson lasted for several hours, but it seemed to fly by as they enjoyed each other’s company and shared in the thrill of learning something new together. By the end of the day, Emily was confidently driving down the road, navigating turns and hills with ease. Victor smiled to himself, knowing that they would have many more adventures like this in the future.

Their driving lessons soon became a regular part of their lives, a shared experience that brought them even closer together. They explored new routes, discovered hidden gems, and even ventured out of town on occasion. As Emily’s skills improved, Victor began to trust her more and more behind the wheel. They would laugh and sing along to the radio, their laughter filling the car and echoing through the countryside. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and anxieties, and found solace in knowing that they had each other to lean on.

From that day forward, their driving lessons took on a new meaning. They were no longer just about learning how to drive; they were about learning how to navigate the journey of life together. They continued to explore the countryside, their love for each other growing stronger with every mile they traveled.

And as they drove down the road, their hands clasped tightly on the steering wheel, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would face it together, as partners in love and life.

Emily had been waiting for this day for what seemed like an eternity and now after countless hours of practice and weeks of studying the rules of the road, she was finally ready to take the test and she knew she would pass.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she climbed into her car. The examiner, a middle-aged woman with a kind smile and a reassuring voice, gave her a nod, signaling for her to start the engine. Emily turned the key, and the car rumbled to life. She checked her mirrors, adjusted her seat, and took a deep breath before slowly pulling out of the parking spot.

As she drove down the quiet residential street, she felt a mix of nervousness and confidence coursing through her veins. She knew she was doing well; she could feel it. But she also knew that one small mistake could cost her everything. She focused on maintaining a safe distance from the other cars, signaling her turns, and obeying all the traffic rules to the letter.

She had passed and now was on her way home.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, she approached a T-intersection. She came to a complete stop, checked for oncoming traffic, and then looked both ways before heavily accelerating. It was then that she noticed the police vehicle that had passed her had turned around behind her and the lights were flashing. Her stomach dropped as she realized what was about to happen.

The officer approached her car, his expression stern. He asked her for her license and registration, and she complied, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for her wallet. As she handed him her documents, she couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at her. His eyes lingered on her curves, and she felt self-conscious about her outfit.

“Miss, do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked, his voice deep and commanding. Emily swallowed hard and shook her head now, feeling a knot of panic forming in her stomach. “Well, miss, you were over the speed limit and your dressed rather scantily in that dress and your large breasts barely contained by it and I can see your panties and it is quite distracting.” Emily felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had worn a dark blue mini dress and a dark blue thong, hoping to feel confident in her newfound freedom as a driver. Now it seemed she’d made a mistake.

The officer leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I’m going to have to give you a ticket for both those offenses. But if you’re willing to make things easier on yourself, we can take care of this right here and now.” He placed his hand on her thigh, his fingers squeezing her 36 E breasts through the fabric of her dress. Emily looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he was asking, and despite her fear, she found herself unable to resist.

She nodded, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal wash over her. The officer reached into his pocket and retrieved a packet of condoms. “Take off your dress and your panties,” he commanded, his voice firm. Emily hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously, but the officer’s gaze was unyielding.

She bit her lip and obeyed, sliding off her shorts and stepping out of her underwear. The cool evening air caressed her skin as she stood there, naked. The officer’s eyes roamed over her body hungrily, taking in every inch of her curves. He reached out, cupping her bare ass in his hand, and pulled her closer.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, his free hand moving down between her legs. Emily parted her knees, feeling his rough fingers brush against her damp folds. The officer groaned, pushing two fingers inside her. “You’re so wet,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “You like this, don’t you?” He thrust his fingers deeper, finding her sensitive spot with ease. Emily moaned, arching her back as she surrendered to the sensation.

The feel of his fingers inside her was almost too much. She wanted more, she needed more. She reached down, grasping his hardness through his pants, guiding him towards her aching center. He let out a harsh laugh, pushing her hand away. “Not yet,” he said roughly, his voice laced with dominance. “You’re going to have to earn it.”

He pulled his fingers out of her and stood up, his erection straining against his uniform. Emily watched him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The officer circled her, his eyes burning into hers, before finally crouching down beside her. He placed one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, and slowly guided her forward until their bodies were flush against each other. She felt his hardness press against her, teasing her entrance, and she whimpered in anticipation.