Gladys had always been nervous about learning to drive. Like her friends, once she had passed her 17th birthday, she had been desperate to get going. But an early bad experience with a ferocious female teacher (who had told Gladys NOT to wear stilettos to drive) and the unfortunate incident with the award-winning rose garden (confusing directions from the said instructor) had left her anxious. For years she had avoided even considering it, but Mr Grommet came highly recommended by her friends…
He did not disappoint: he was tall, reaching right to the top of his head and as far down as the ground, and he had a mop of curly black hair. Gladys was disconcerted by the mop and was glad when he put it in the boot.
“Call me Nelson” he said “It’s my favourite name – I love it when people call me that”
She settled anxiously into the driver’s seat. “Let’s get that seat belt nice and tight” said Nelson, pulling the strap firmly across her volumpty breasts and curvy tummy. He liked the way it defined her cleavage.
“I’m very nervous” she said. He put a hand gently on her knee and squeezed it comfortingly. “We’ll do this together”
Gladys was puzzled, but put her hand alongside his, and together they squeezed her knee.
She began to feel a surge of warmth stir within her… After a little while it became uncomfortable and she wriggled (fetchingly) in her seat. Nelson noticed this and switched off the heated seat.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked. “I have” she answered hesitantly. “But it was a bad experience: I ended up with a lot of pricks”
“Well let’s hope I can make it better this time. Women are usually very satisfied after my lessons”
“I don’t think I’ll be any good” said Gladys.
“Let me be the judge of that” he replied, smiling…
He was very good: he explained to her about the proper use of the clutch, getting a smooth change of gear, the possible consequences of leaving your hand resting on the knob whilst driving, when to go for the horn.
They went very slowly for a while, but Gladys’ confidence was swelling.
“I think I’d like to go faster” she said, risking a sideways glance at Nelson, and noticing has his confidence was also swelling
Thrilled by her growing confidence,he encouraged her to press on the throttle with her stiletto, and she did, enjoying the feel of being thrust back into her seat by the power.
“Wow, this is fantastic!” she cried, but at that speed she didn’t dare to wipe her tears away. Nelson, all concern, dabbed gently at her cheek.
“What on earth are you doing?” she demanded. “If you’ve got a hanky, wipe my face”
They were approaching a stretch of dual carriageway: Nelson had no more lessons booked that afternoon. He leant across to Gladys and whispered “There’s no turning back now, you know” She nodded, and took a deep breath which pulled the seat belt even tighter across her chest. Her jubblies appeared to rise up like the headlights on a sports car.
A few moments later Nelson said breathlessly “Pull over!”
“Are you cold?” asked Gladys, scrabbling to find the heater control.
“No, I mean stop the car. Up ahead, in that lay-by”
She pulled into the lay-by, sliding smoothly in, as far as it could go.
“I know I’m just a beginner, but do you think I’ll get it in the end?” asked Gladys, and Nelson assured her that she would.
With a sudden surge of accelerating passion, she turned to him and said “Dab my cheek again will you?”
He did, as he gathered her into his arms. (She had spread all over the place)In fact he dabbed both her cheeks, which were warm from the seat.
“Gladys, darling! Let me instruct you! I’m going to have you doing three pointers, we’ll do some reversing into tight spaces. You’ll be as happy with your rear end as with your front bumper when I’m done, I promise you!”