My Best Friend’s Dad Taught Me How To Drive

When Frank Zelhar, my best friend’s father, taught me how to drive, he told me to sit in his lap while he instructed me.

Since the road was bumpy, I kept jolting on his body, and I could sense a hot, hard thing behind me. As I moved, it poked against me.

He touched me on the pretext of helping me hone my willpower.

When he touched my most intimate parts, I could feel a wetness coming from within me, and I knew that things were about to get out of control.

There were plenty of people in the metro, and it was really cramped. I wondered whether the man behind me was pressing against me on purpose.

He was pretty buff, and his bulging muscles would occasionally brush against my back. I could also smell his sweat.

That was the smell of a rugged, middle-aged man, and it was making a heat pool in my gut.

When the train conductor said that the metro was about to move, the man pressed against my back.

Not only did he push himself against me, but he also thrust forward, and he touched my tender flesh.

The intense excitement made my face turn red.

The knowledge that the man was interested in me should have made me feel embarrassed. Instead, I found it somewhat exciting.

Instinctively, I leaned backward to be even closer to him.

The stranger, pressing his body against me, sent shivers down my spine and tingles through my skin.

The fact that I did not resist and instead cooperated made the stranger even bolder.

He grabbed the pole and pressed himself even closer against me. Then, he thrust forward again.

I was wearing a spaghetti-strap shirt, a miniskirt, and a pair of thin white silk socks.

When he pressed against me, it felt like he was pressing directly against my skin, and the sensation was even stronger.

I felt my legs going out.

Ivan White, my boyfriend, had not satisfied me, and I was angry with him, so I did not stand by him. He was with my best friend in another carriage.

When the stranger thrust against me, I could feel my underwear getting wet.

Impure thoughts grew even more prominent in my mind, and I looked around, only to find that no one was looking at me.

Emboldened, I bit down on my lip and lifted my body a little and started shaking my hips to show off my round and plump bottom.

Suddenly, the stranger behind me said, “How desperate…”

The stranger stopped pretending and pressed his face against mine as he pushed his hand under my skirt.

I panicked a little.

The stranger had noticed my embarrassing secret.

But that slight bit of embarrassment within me completely disappeared when the man pinched me a few times.

My body was burning, and I could not care less. I started shaking my hips even more.

Then, I thought of something else. Why was the man’s voice so familiar?

In the next moment, I turned around to look. I was stunned.

That was Frank Zelhar, my best friend’s father, and an instructor at the driving school!

Ivan, Lily Zelhar, my best friend, and I were on our way to learn how to drive from Frank. We had ended up in the same metro!

Worried that I would be discovered, I quickly turned my head around.

But a strange kind of excitement grew in me, and I snuck a peek in Ivan’s direction.

When I noticed Ivan laughing and talking to Lily, I felt even more on edge.

There were plenty of people on the metro. Even if something happened to me, I did not think anyone would notice.

I could call for help, but the pleasure made me stutter. In the end, all that was left were moans and gasps.

When Frank saw my reaction, he slid his hand to the hem of my skirt and almost lifted it.