Daisy bit her lower lip as Harry stepped into the car.

He was a 21-year-old hunk, and the instant he walked into her driving school, she knew she had to have him.

The instructor was in her early 30s, and still looked stunning with her long red hair and big blue eyes. With pale skin and perky breasts,

she looked somewhat like a porcelain doll. Daisy had noticed Harry staring at her instead of at the road

several times. And though she had to admonish him as a teacher, as a woman, she couldn't help but smirk.

Every time she knew he was coming in for a lesson, she'd wear tight little blouses,

or dresses with low cleavage.

She put on red lipstick and giggled at all his jokes, no matter how bad they might be. He was a silly 21-year-old,

not relationship material, but he was young and muscular, and she couldn't get him out of her mind.

She could only imagine how good he'd look without clothes. So, this is your fourth class. How are you feeling?

She asked, as he drove, and Harry flashed her a charming little grin. He was tall and athletic,

with curly black hair and a strong jaw she felt deeply attracted to. Great, especially since my teacher is so h-uh.

He paused, and she knew he was about to say hot.

Instead, Harry backtracked and said amazing.

Aw, you're so sweet, she replied.

And knowing she couldn't control herself any longer, the driving

instructor placed her hand on his knee and squeezed it sensually. I think you're so,

ha, amazing, too. She winked his way, letting Harry know that she was fully aware of what he had been about to say.

He blushed at that, his eyes darting at her hand on his knee, for a moment before he slipped it right back towards the road.

But she didn't stop there. Oh no. Her hand continued to trail up and up his thigh,

until she was brushing her fingers against his zipper. You need to learn to concentrate,

even when there are distractions in the car. She purred hotly, and Harry gulped hard,

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