Dinah Driving Me Crazy

To avoid a jump in their insurance premium everyone was there because they had to be. The state offered a way for traffic offenders with good records to wipe the slate clean on a first violation so one was required to sit through several classroom evenings of a defensive driving course. Pass the test at the end and points against you would disappear and even the insurance company would never know it happened.

Seats were assigned and I ended up sitting across the aisle from a gorgeous brunette with killer legs that my eyes kept wandering to because, well, I'm helpless in a situation like that. From the moment the instructor began class my brain and my libido were having a struggle for where to direct my attention. For the initial attendance check we started class by going around the room and giving our names and that's when I found out her name was Dinah.

Dinah had the most delicious ruby red lips, dark brown eyes and a cute little bob that framed her strong features. That vision along with those stunning legs coming out of a short black skirt with black pumps and everything conspired to suggest I'd have to repeat the course. I tried to steer my eyes back to the instructor but after the second class I knew it was hopeless.

On top of that the instructor knew it was hopeless because as my eyes drifted away from the blackboard to Dinah's thighs he'd suddenly toss a pop quiz question my direction. Then I'd scramble to come up with something halfway intelligible so as to not appear a dimwit. I thought at the time, 'this is actually worse than high school because adults are supposed to have harnessed these runaway hormones by now'.

It got so ridiculously obvious, in short order Dinah knew what was happening and out of amusement she'd give me one of those coquettish little side glances that was as close to an invitation as I figured I'd ever get. I was completely distracted, she knew it, so it was a parade of short skirts and sexy tops from then on. Cruel on one hand but her mischief turned me on and, no matter what, I never missed a class. You might say she was good for attendance.

I was doing my best multitasking to combine my retention of the material and have a full out fantasy of doing her on the instructor's desk while the class looked on. "Mr. Scott, could you explain the reason for the 3-second following rule?", he asked me, as I dragged my sex-addled mind out of one of my technicolor productions.

"Ah...", I said, stalling for recovery time, and then it hit me, "to...compensate for speed and stopping time?" "Cor...rect", said the slightly perplexed instructor, surprised that I knew anything about defensive driving at all. What the instructor didn't know was that many years prior for a job long departed I had to take 2 different defensive driving courses, a mandatory part of my employment. In other words, I could afford a little of my mind to wander off to fantasyland and still recover.

And, boy, was it wandering.

It just seemed like those tops were getting smaller and the skirts shorter with every class (even the instructor was distracted now) until we reached the final one where the pass/fail test would determine our fate. We got our results immediately and fortunately nearly all of us passed with the slight admonition of 'don't do that again'.

I started out the door and down the hall when Dinah came up behind me and began chitchatting about "thank goodness that's over" and so on, when she said, "Hey, why don't we celebrate? Are you doing anything right now? We could stop for a celebratory graduation drink."

Keep in mind that, up until now, we'd never exchanged a word so where was this coming from?

Knowing that I was wildly attracted to her and the fact that I'd probably never see her or those legs again led me to only one reasonable answer and we were off on a car caravan to one of my favorite beer stops. There we shared a toast to avoiding speeding tickets in the future. We laughed and talked about whatever for about a half an hour when she stopped the conversation cold with:

"You spent so much class time looking at me I'm assuming you liked what you saw." And as she said it she touched me for the first time, under the table running her fingertips along my thigh. It left me momentarily stunned and I'm sure she picked up on my barely audible gasp. She kept gentle strokes going until she veered close enough to graze my cock, making sure I was aroused.

My snappy comeback went something like, "I...ah...I....well, ya, I kind of guess I was staring a little." "A little?", she said, "I thought you were going to have me for dinner right on the instructor's desk", which, of course, made me burst out laughing because, ya, she could clearly see where my mind had been.

"How about this?", she whispered in my ear. "We go to my apartment, I take off all my clothes and, as a graduation present, you can have your way with me? I've got some toys so we can put that imagination of yours to work for both of us."

Without a single word we both stood up, I dropped a twenty on the table and we went to our cars. I followed her to her building and even after parking and going inside we said nothing. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom where she sat me on the bed, then began to strip.

Her body was rockin' and even better than what my imagination came up with.

Then she went to the closet and returned with a pair of handcuffs, a vibrator and a length of clothesline rope. "So what can you do with these?", she said softly. I smiled and said, "I'm sure I can think of something."

I had her lay on her back on the bed, spread eagle, then using the rope I tied her hands and feet to all four bed legs until her hot bod was like a beautiful dessert, and she'd given me the go ahead to start wherever I like, so...

I began to slowly lick her feet and kiss her toes, taking my very sweet time. But it dawned on me that she had done a bit of fantasizing too otherwise why would we be here now? She got turned on in class by the fact that I was practically drooling over her and her own desire was the reason her wardrobe kept getting sexier and sexier with each successive class. She wanted this night as well so I decided to make her want it even more by moving slowly up the insides of her legs while she squirmed in anticipation of me dining at the 'Y'. But as my tongue moved up her inner thigh I stopped within a hair of her obviously wet pussy, jumping just over the promised land and up to her breasts. Working her nipples, her arousal started really heating up because I'd skipped off to other areas and her pussy was throbbing but I wanted her to want it so badly that she would beg for it. I was denying myself at the same time and, frankly, it was an exciting torture. She was thrashing around, wanting to touch herself but I was having none of it yet because I needed to take care of another matter first.

As she lay there hot and helpless I crawled up and kissed her, then placed my hard cock on her lips as she took me in her mouth and sucked me off. Watching her gorgeous body writhe in anticipation while she gave me head with those soft lips I'd dreamed about nearly caused me to cum before I was ready. I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed the vibrator and used it on various parts of her anatomy, still carefully avoiding her pussy until she eventually screamed at me, "For god's sake, you're driving me crazy!".

And with that I guided the vibrator down to her now dripping vagina. I worked her over with my tongue and the vibrator like a tag team until she moaned for more. Still holding the vibrator in place I entered her, banging away until she shook a couple of times and I backed out. "Oh, geez," she said, "I thought I was going to lose my mind until you went after it. But did you cum?" "No", I said, "but then we're not done...yet."

I untied her hands and feet, then had her stand up next to the bed and before she knew what was happening I bent her forward and handcuffed her to an opening in the headboard as I rapidly slipped my cock into her little pink pussy, my balls slapping away with each thrust. I knew she wanted more clit play but she couldn't do anything about it with the cuffs on so I reached over and grabbed the vibrator, placing the stimulation right where it needed to be while I fucked her for a good 10 minutes. As she held onto the headboard it shook and knocked against the wall and I grabbed her waist for better leverage to the finish. When I came I wanted to do it right so I dropped the vibrator and as I reached a strong climax I quickly pulled out, held my breath to intensify the orgasm and came all over her back. I was so lightheaded I thought I was going to pass out but better that I didn't since who would be conscious to unlock the cuffs? Hehe...

As we cleaned up and put our clothes back on I told her how this was the best driving class EVER and to let me know if she got any speeding tickets in the future so we could go to the same class. She laughed and promised she'd let me know but back in my car and nearly home I realized that not only did I not have her phone number but I didn't remember her last name. Was I supposed to just camp out in front of a place I couldn't quite remember how to get back to or was I supposed to go find the driving instructor to get her name and number? Both options seemed lousy and I was kicking myself because we were in such a sex-fog that we didn't take care of basic details.

Later that evening when I masturbated to the memory of what we'd done I couldn't help but feel a loss of future opportunity and for weeks I'd drive around where I thought she lived but that was an area I just didn't know and I'd been there at night.

As I took off my pants and draped them over the back of a chair a business card fell out of one of the pockets on to the floor:

"Dinah Delights" and her phone number. After that was handwritten, "First one's on me. It only gets better. Call me."

Oh.