The day after my meeting with Julien, while I was mowing the lawn at home, my father came to see me. He told me that the driving school had just called and that I would have to call them back to change my appointment. I turned off the lawnmower and called them back. I ran into Stephanie who asked me if I could bring my appointment forward to tomorrow at 2 p.m. She also informed me that according to Marc, since I was a very diligent student, I was ready to take my driving test and that she could register me for the driving test that would take place next week. My heart raced and I accepted the two proposals without hesitation: the one to postpone the appointment and the one to register for the test. Stephanie thanked me for my availability for this lesson before the test, which would be used to "fine-tune the details." I admit that I had a night a little agitated by the anxiety generated by the exam that will arrive soon and by the excitement at the idea of ​​seeing Marc again tomorrow, but also by thinking back to my last meeting with Julien. Among all these sources of stress, that of seeing Marc again took over and I relaxed by masturbating for long minutes, completely naked in my bed thinking about what he was going to invent again during the driving lesson. That night, my fingers played a perfect symphony with my sex, my nipples, my little hole, in a slow and sensual way. Each note was perfectly orchestrated so well that I ended up cumming on my stomach. I wiped my seed with my fingers and dared to bring them to my mouth to taste this nectar. It was not as sickening as I thought, a little acrid and slightly salty. I cleaned my fingers well with my tongue. Sated after this session, I finally fell asleep. The next day, the morning lie-in is a bit long. As soon as I eat, I go to the shower to get ready for Marc. I take a clipper and decide to shave all my pubic, penis and testicular hair. I finish by using shaving foam, soft and silky on my entire three-piece service. I take the opportunity to massage my sex and my balls, the massage with the foam had a beef effect and I have a hard-on like a donkey smelling a donkey in heat. I take advantage of my sex being all swollen to finish with my 2-blade razor (at that time there were only 2), I am very careful not to cut myself. Once all clean both inside and out, I get dressed and go down to wait for Marc in front of the house. After a few minutes, I see the white 205 arrive in my street. My heart races as I see her approaching until she stops in front of me. I immediately notice that it's not Marc who's driving, but Stephanie. I'm very surprised. She gets out of the car, she is dressed in a sleeveless floating sailor top with a neckline that reveals her two plump and taut curves of her 2 magnificent breasts slightly tanned and enhanced by her bra. She wears a short straight navy blue skirt with white ballet flats without heels. Her legs are bare and the same tanned color as her breasts. She comes towards me greets me and kisses me, she smells divinely of the Chanel N°5 perfume that I had seen in their bathroom when I had taken my shower there. This perfume is captivating and peppery. Stephanie tells me that Marc is sick and that she will replace him for the class. I am all intimidated by this woman. I stammer words without knowing what I am really saying so much I am paralyzed by her presence alone looking at her from head to toe. Stephanie tells me that Marc has back pain and that he is stuck in bed. A little disappointed by this unexpected immobilization of my dear Master, I tell Stephanie to convey to him all my wishes for a speedy recovery. Stephanie tells me not to worry that I will see him again soon. She tells me not to be disappointed, that she will try to live up to her husband and that she does not bite. I laugh at her words, she continues by reminding me of the present, namely the driving course. I undertake the pre-departure checks and I settle into the driving position. I come to my senses by thinking about the approaching exam. I apply myself to doing everything properly, the levels, the lights, the adjustment of my seat, the mirrors and I fasten my seat belt. Stephanie congratulates me on this first step and confirms what her husband had said about the fact that I was a good student. I answer her with a little mischievous look that I do not want to disappoint her. She immediately retorts in a more professorial tone that I had better not disappoint her. Oh, a little pressure, I tell myself. I start, I apply myself by engaging my gear and I try to start without stalling. Just like Marc, Stephanie guides me, directs me, gives me advice. We drive with the windows wide open because of the heat. Everything goes well, I am full of confidence, so much so that when changing gear, I nonchalantly leave my hand on the gear lever. I am immediately reminded to order by a sharp tap on the back of my hand by Stephanie, who tells me in an authoritarian tone "both hands on the wheel at 10:10". I grab the wheel properly without waiting. This little domineering tone and this sharp tap, plunges me back into my pathological shyness and I ask her forgiveness, all sheepish. She remains serious and tells me to be careful in the future and not to let this happen again. The session continues and as I do a rearview mirror check on the passenger side, my gaze can't help but stare at her 2 smooth, tanned thighs and I linger there for a moment, forgetting that I was driving on the road. What had to happen happened, I swerve and bite the brake on my right. Stephanie throws herself on the steering wheel with her left hand and puts me back on the road. She yells at me sharply and tells me that I must only look at the road and nothing but the road. I was scared to death. I am all trembling and I have trouble recovering from this fright. Stephanie sees it and makes me park in a parking lot on the side of the road. I stop and apologize to her again. She asks me what I was looking at to be so distracted. I don't dare tell her that I was staring at her legs and I remain silent, shy, ashamed, looking at the ground. Stephanie hugs me in a friendly way to comfort me and reassure me, telling me that this would teach me a lesson. I feel her chest against me and it comforts me just as it should. There it is, I'm hard, I look smart now. She moves away from me and adds that next time she'll wear pants. At this sentence I raise my head and see her laughing. She knew that I was checking out her thighs, the naughty girl. I turn red as a tomato, I don't know where to put myself. Stephanie comes closer to me, takes me back in her arms and hugs me to tell me that it's nothing, she's used to it. I feel her generous chest crushing against me again, it's divine, she puts her head on my chest for a "cuddle", a hug as they say now. We stay like that for a few seconds and I enjoy every tenth of those seconds. Of course, this contact continues to have a beefy effect on me and my rudder wants to come out of its fabric shell. We are so close that for fear that she will feel this bump I move my pelvis back slightly. We separate and get back in the car. I set off again and try to concentrate on the road while trying to hide the still very present sensation of her breasts against my body. Stephanie asks me if I want to stop by to see how Marc is? I tell her that I would be happy to. We head towards their house that I am starting to know well. We arrive and park. Stephanie asks me to wait outside while she goes to see if Marc is asleep. She disappears behind the front door and I light a cigarette while waiting for her green light. After a few minutes, the door opens, Stephanie tells me that he is awake and that I can go up. Stephanie passes in front of me, she is a few steps ahead and when I raise my head I can see the curve of her buttocks under her short skirt. I am once again hypnotized by the view and as with driving, I miss a step. Stephanie turns around and asks me if I am okay? I told her that everything is fine, all sheepish. I follow her into their bedroom ...

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