Green Light – An Erotic Story
Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 9:06 am
It had already been a wonderful day.
Work was a breeze—no issues whatsoever—and, to top it off, they brought me my coffee just the way I liked it: lots of foam with brown sugar. The weather had finally cooled down, and my driving lessons were going smoothly.
I was shifting into second gear, getting ready to enter a roundabout, but my mind was drifting to what pizza I’d order later. I was torn between a four-cheese or a meat lover's—and maybe even mixing the two—so I asked my instructor, pondering out loud.
“What's your take, Iris?”
As if the day couldn’t get any better, today’s lesson was with Iris—my favorite instructor. She didn’t even seem to mind when I ran two red lights earlier because I was sneaking glances at her instead of focusing on the road.
“What I’m thinking,” she said with a smirk, “is if you can nail this parking maneuver in under two minutes, I’ll buy you a beer.”
“Consider it done,” I replied, flashing her a confident wink. My heart skipped a beat as she gave me that look, and not just because of the missed traffic lights.
One beer turned into three, along with a shared plate of fries. When she offered me a ride home, I couldn’t resist responding with, “Sure, but only because it means more time with you.” The truth was, I didn’t really need the ride—but how could I say no?
We spent about half an hour parked in front of my apartment building. I was in the passenger seat, and Iris was straddled across my lap, her lips tracing a line along my neck while her hands caressed my chest over the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
It all happened so fast that I barely had time to react beyond instinctively squeezing her hips, a part of her I’d been dying to explore but never had the chance during our lessons. Now, here I was, savoring every tactile moment, while she ground against me. The sensation was overwhelming.
Just when I thought the day couldn’t possibly get any better, Iris pulled away from my lips for a brief second and casually tossed her tank top into the back seat, as if signaling that she wouldn't need it for a while. I wasn't complaining, but a little warning might have helped me avoid hyperventilating. When she saw me frozen in shock, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, turning bright red in a cartoonish blush.
How mortifying.
You’d think that I’d be prepared for her to unclasp her strapless bra, doing so in one swift motion causing it to fall between us as her breasts fell free but no, that’s when I was really having trouble finding my breath. I swear that I tried to take my eyes off of her breasts – her rosy red nipples, more precisely – but they were very welcoming, beckoning me to them.
– Come on, I know you’re dying to…
Not sure what she was about to say before my lips landed on her warm skin. Immediately I found myself between her breasts, refraining from focusing on her nipples at least for a moment – to torture her or me, I don’t know.
But almost as quickly, my mouth found her right nipple, licking and nibbling, alternating suction and guiding myself only by her moans.
I was hesitant to move on to the left nipple, thinking it would hasten my time with her gorgeous breasts – there are only two of them after all – but I gathered my courage and went for it. I felt her nipple harden in my mouth as she let a loud moan when I bit down for the first time. Her hands in my hair, she guided me, pulling me closer to her body.
– Hey!
She startled me, pulling me from my arduous task. If she had spoken up before, I don’t think I would have heard her, as engrossed as I was. My voice came out enraptured and vulnerable, simply saying ‘what?’ gave away how much of a poor victim of arousal I’d become.
– Let’s go upstairs. It’s my turn to play with your ass.
She whispered these intentions into my ear, punctuating the statement with a bite to my earlobe that caused me to moan deeply.
Ouch.
Work was a breeze—no issues whatsoever—and, to top it off, they brought me my coffee just the way I liked it: lots of foam with brown sugar. The weather had finally cooled down, and my driving lessons were going smoothly.
I was shifting into second gear, getting ready to enter a roundabout, but my mind was drifting to what pizza I’d order later. I was torn between a four-cheese or a meat lover's—and maybe even mixing the two—so I asked my instructor, pondering out loud.
“What's your take, Iris?”
As if the day couldn’t get any better, today’s lesson was with Iris—my favorite instructor. She didn’t even seem to mind when I ran two red lights earlier because I was sneaking glances at her instead of focusing on the road.
“What I’m thinking,” she said with a smirk, “is if you can nail this parking maneuver in under two minutes, I’ll buy you a beer.”
“Consider it done,” I replied, flashing her a confident wink. My heart skipped a beat as she gave me that look, and not just because of the missed traffic lights.
One beer turned into three, along with a shared plate of fries. When she offered me a ride home, I couldn’t resist responding with, “Sure, but only because it means more time with you.” The truth was, I didn’t really need the ride—but how could I say no?
We spent about half an hour parked in front of my apartment building. I was in the passenger seat, and Iris was straddled across my lap, her lips tracing a line along my neck while her hands caressed my chest over the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
It all happened so fast that I barely had time to react beyond instinctively squeezing her hips, a part of her I’d been dying to explore but never had the chance during our lessons. Now, here I was, savoring every tactile moment, while she ground against me. The sensation was overwhelming.
Just when I thought the day couldn’t possibly get any better, Iris pulled away from my lips for a brief second and casually tossed her tank top into the back seat, as if signaling that she wouldn't need it for a while. I wasn't complaining, but a little warning might have helped me avoid hyperventilating. When she saw me frozen in shock, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, turning bright red in a cartoonish blush.
How mortifying.
You’d think that I’d be prepared for her to unclasp her strapless bra, doing so in one swift motion causing it to fall between us as her breasts fell free but no, that’s when I was really having trouble finding my breath. I swear that I tried to take my eyes off of her breasts – her rosy red nipples, more precisely – but they were very welcoming, beckoning me to them.
– Come on, I know you’re dying to…
Not sure what she was about to say before my lips landed on her warm skin. Immediately I found myself between her breasts, refraining from focusing on her nipples at least for a moment – to torture her or me, I don’t know.
But almost as quickly, my mouth found her right nipple, licking and nibbling, alternating suction and guiding myself only by her moans.
I was hesitant to move on to the left nipple, thinking it would hasten my time with her gorgeous breasts – there are only two of them after all – but I gathered my courage and went for it. I felt her nipple harden in my mouth as she let a loud moan when I bit down for the first time. Her hands in my hair, she guided me, pulling me closer to her body.
– Hey!
She startled me, pulling me from my arduous task. If she had spoken up before, I don’t think I would have heard her, as engrossed as I was. My voice came out enraptured and vulnerable, simply saying ‘what?’ gave away how much of a poor victim of arousal I’d become.
– Let’s go upstairs. It’s my turn to play with your ass.
She whispered these intentions into my ear, punctuating the statement with a bite to my earlobe that caused me to moan deeply.
Ouch.