I will tell you the tale of how, as her driving instructor, I became involved with the busty blonde teen dream Mandy.My name is Jake, and during the recent Covid pandemic had substituted my income by working part-time as a driving instructor. My regular daytime office job had been badly affected by the changes to the global economy the pandemic had brought about. Once the government furlough scheme here in the U.K. ended, my company drastically reduced my hours, and therefore my salary.I had been a driving instructor many years ago during my late twenties and early thirties. Now I was in my mid-fifties, but my instructor license had lapsed many years ago. I retook all the necessary tests and filled out all the relevant paperwork, and then registered myself with a local driving school.Setting yourself up as an independent driving instructor certainly meant you would keep more of the fees from students, but there was a lot more paperwork involved, and I only wanted to work occasionally just to top up my income. Working as a hired hand for a driving school meant I could work when I wanted to.I had been working for the driving school for about seven months. I quite enjoyed it, as I only worked maybe one afternoon and a couple of evenings per week. I got to meet new people and help them gain their driving licenses. It was a good feeling, and a real sense of achievement when they passed their test, even if it meant you had now lost a fee-paying student.I quickly got a reputation with the driving school for being an instructor who could turn around a student who had failed their test multiple times, into one who would pass their next test under my tutelage. It was because of this reputation that I came to meet Mandy.I got a call from Celia, the booking administrator at the driving school, asking me if I was available to help a new student that had walked into the office that morning. Celia explained the student had been with several different private instructors but had failed her test three times already. Celia also told me the student had requested the lessons be in a small car, as she had struggled with a larger one before.I had a Toyota Aygo, which was a very small car with a one-litre engine. As I seemed to have become the school’s go-to guy for students struggling to pass their test, Celia had decided that my car and I would be perfect. Celia had told me that the man that had made the booking was named Charlie, but the lesson was actually for his girlfriend Mandy. The lesson was booked for the next day at 3 pm.I arrived at the address Celia had given me. It was a small mid-terraced house in a part of town many might term undesirable. It was a large council estate, where the police were frequent visitors if the local newspaper was to be believed.As I approached the front gate, a man appeared from behind the front door.“All right, mate. You the driving instructor?” the man asked.“Yes, the name’s Jake,” I replied holding my hand out to shake his, “You’re Charlie, are you?”“Yeah, that’s right mate,” Charlie said, shaking my hand with his large, rough hand.Charlie was in his mid-twenties I figured. He was fairly good-looking, with a tall, athletic frame. He wore a blue work overall, covered in oil stains. The sleeves were pulled up to show off his impressive biceps. My first impression was he looked like a bit of a rogue, a charmer, but also someone you probably didn’t want to get the wrong side of.“Yeah, Mandy, she’ll be out in a minute, mate,” Charlie explained, as he pushed past me to check out my car parked up outside, “This it then?”Charlie was a little taller than me and had a slightly intimidating demeanour about him.“Yes, I was told Mandy might do better with a smaller vehicle to learn in?” I asked.“Yeah, well, she did struggle with the other fella’s car. But that wasn’t the main problem with him,” Charlie continued.“Oh?” I inquired.“Yeah mate, he was no good. Didn’t like him at all. Always looking at Mandy, you know?” Charlie said, his arms folded, “Looking at her, in that way, you know what I mean, mate?”“I see,” I said.I was rather intrigued to see Mandy now. What did this woman look like to elicit such strong feelings from this brute of a man?I asked Charlie about Mandy’s previous history of driving lessons. He said she didn’t seem to have much confidence, always second-guessing herself, and dithering at junctions, not knowing what was expected bursa escort of her. I realized then that Charlie had been going along with Mandy on her lessons, sitting in the back seat. It was the only way he could have told me in such detail what Mandy’s issues were.I could see that Charlie was also planning on coming along on this lesson too, as he began to open the back door of my car.“Mandy!” Charlie shouted toward the house behind me, “Mandy! Come on! The bloke’s waiting.”I turned back toward the house, but there was still no sign of Charlie’s girlfriend.“I mean, I’m getting sick of her using all her wages paying for these lessons, you know what I mean mate?” Charlie told me, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his overalls, “But the lady at the driving school said you was the best one they had to get her to pass that bloody test, yeah?”“Well, yes I’ve had pretty good success, if I do say so myself,” I replied, “I just wonder if I might make a suggestion?”But before I could tell Charlie my idea, I heard the front door to the house slam shut behind me. I turned to see a vision of loveliness walking down the short garden path toward me.Mandy was a young, slim, petite, blonde woman, maybe twenty years old. She was a very pretty, ‘girl next door’ type. She wore a fairly short black skirt, with a tight white blouse.It was the tight white blouse my eyes were immediately drawn to. It was obviously covering one hell of a bust. Her boobs must be huge, and a small amount of a very impressive cleavage was also on show, which bounced and jiggled as she walked. Mandy had to bend down to open the front gate, giving me a better, if all too brief, look down her cleavage.“Yeah, this is my Mandy,” Charlie said.“Pleased to meet you, Mandy,” I said, shaking her dainty little hand, “I’m Jake.”“Nice to meet you, Jake,” Mandy replied quietly, but with a smile and a real twinkle in her eye.“Yeah, so shall we get going then?” Charlie said, starting to get into the back seat of my car again.“Well, before we do, I just want to talk to you both about something,” I replied, turning to Mandy, “Mandy, has Charlie always come along with you on your lessons?”“Yeah, of course. Every lesson,” Mandy said.“And how is your confidence out on the road?” I asked.“Well, Charlie says that’s my problem, you know? I don’t feel like… comfortable,” Mandy explained.“Yeah, well, seeing that’s the case, it might be better if Charlie didn’t come along on the lesson,” I continued, “Often when a partner or relative comes along, the student feels some rather unwanted and unneeded pressure. Do you know what I mean, Mandy?”Mandy nodded but said nothing.“Wait, hold on. You’re telling me it’s my fault?” Charlie said, obviously annoyed, climbing back out of the car to confront me.“No, no. It’s not your fault at all. But it does happen, and it’s proven that students often learn better when it’s just the instructor in the car,” I explained, “I’m just saying why don’t we try it, just for this one lesson, and see how Mandy feels afterward?”“Nah, I don’t like the sound of this,” Charlie stated flatly, looking at me suspiciously.“Honey, maybe he’s right?” Mandy piped up, “I mean I’ve had three different instructors, and failed that test three fucking times.”“If you keep doing the same thing, you can’t expect a different outcome,” I chipped in.“Yeah right,” Mandy said, moving to put her hands on Charlie’s chest, looking up at him, “Why don’t we try it, just this once, and see how we go? You know I’m sick of paying for more fucking lessons.”Mandy had quite a crude tongue but seemed quite sweet too. Charlie continued to look at me suspiciously, almost accusatory. He was obviously the jealous type. I decided to defuse the situation by moving away to the other side of my car.Charlie took Mandy to one side, and a conversation between them began, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a minute, Charlie nodded to Mandy, and they both walked back to the car.“All right, mate. We’ll try it your way then,” Charlie told me.“Okay. I think she will get more from her lesson like this,” I replied, smiling.Charlie then looked Mandy up and down.“Go and get something to cover yourself up,” Charlie told her.He then slapped Mandy on the arse, and she giggled as she made her way back toward the house.“Now listen, mate. I ain’t gonna be there, but I don’t wanna hear about no funny business, you understand me?” Charlie warned me.I bursa escort bayan simply nodded.“I have her back here in two hours,” I told him and then climbed into the front passenger seat of my car.A minute later, Mandy reappeared, now wearing a thick, bulky purple cardigan. Sadly it covered up her very impressive bust. She threw her arms around Charlie, kissing him. They then said their goodbyes, and Charlie again slapped her on the arse as she made her way toward my car.Mandy got in and closed the door, throwing her little handbag onto the back seat. After a few minutes of going over the controls of a car she had never driven before, she started the engine, and we pulled away from the curb. In the rear-view mirror, I noticed Charlie still standing outside his house, arms folded, watching us as we moved down the street, until we turned a corner and we were out of sight.For the next twenty minutes, we drove around the local estate, where the roads were quiet. Mandy seemed to be okay with three-point turns and emergency braking. But when she came to junctions she did take too long before making her decision as to when to pull out. I gave Mandy some advice and pointers, and after more practice, she improved a little.I then asked Mandy how she felt about going out of town onto the ‘A’ roads, where to keep up with the other traffic she would have to drive that bit faster. She said she was willing to try. I told her it was good practice, as the driving test examiners always took students out on those roads during the test.We headed down the main high street, toward the other side of town.“Oh, it ain’t half hot in ‘ere,” Mandy complained.It was a pretty hot day, and it was getting rather warm in the car. At the next junction, however, a wonderful thing occurred. Mandy unbuckled her seat belt for a moment, so she could unbutton her cardigan and remove it, throwing it onto the back seat.“Oh, that’s better,” Mandy said, as she put her seat belt back on, and drove forward again.Out of the corner of my eye, I could now see a nice little glimpse of her cleavage, although frustratingly my view was rather obscured by her seat belt.A few minutes down the road and I saw Mandy tugging at her tight blouse, trying to let some air in.“Sorry, Mandy. The air-con’s not working,” I lied.Thankfully we then stopped in traffic for a moment, and to my delight, Mandy pulled at her blouse again and then decided to open the next button down, to allow more air to her heaving chest. She then moved the seat belt from between her tits, to the side of her right breast. Now I had a much better view, even if it was from a series of furtive glances.From the corner of my eye, I briefly caught the sight of Mandy’s breasts bouncing as we drove over a pothole in the road. This gave me an idea, two in fact.The first idea was to get a much better view than what I could see in my peripheral vision. I had two rear-view mirrors installed on the front windscreen. The first was in the usual position for the student driver so they could see other road users behind them. The second mirror was closer to me, and was so that I could also see what was going on behind us.I realized adjusting this second mirror would allow me to see right down Mandy’s amazing cleavage. But I didn’t want her to see me adjust the mirror, so waited for her to pull up to a junction, where she had to look to her right to check for oncoming traffic. As Mandy looked to her right, waiting for a gap in the traffic, I made my move and adjusted my mirror.As Mandy pulled out into the next road, I now had a perfect view of her incredible bosom in my second rear-view mirror. Clearly, she had not noticed I had adjusted my mirror, as she happily carried on driving, looking straight on now.For the next five minutes or so, I enjoyed the wonderful sight of Mandy’s gorgeous young firm boobs, or at least her fantastic cleavage. I could only imagine what she looked like topless, but it must be quite a sight. Whenever we went over a manhole cover, or bump in the road, her huge tits would bounce and jiggle inside her tight blouse. I was supposed to be keeping my eye on the road, but only managed very occasionally to look away from the mirror to see what was going on in front, before quickly looking back to secretly admire Mandy’s incredible rack.I asked Mandy about herself as we continued along the road out of town, as I thought it would further escort bursa distract her from noticing I was staring at her tits in my mirror. She told me she was only nineteen and worked in a cake shop on the high street. I got the impression she wasn’t too bright but seemed very friendly and charming. Mandy told me she had met Charlie when she was seventeen and had been with him ever since.I decided it was now time to try the second idea I had thought of earlier, which involved taking Mandy slightly off the beaten track.“How about going down some country lanes, Mandy? The test examiners often take students down them to see how you will deal with them,” I lied, “It would be good practice.”“Ah okay, sure,” Mandy replied.She seemed to be gaining a bit of confidence now, perhaps because her boyfriend wasn’t sitting in the back seat watching her every move.I told her where to take go, and we soon found ourselves heading down a narrow country lane. It was so narrow in fact, that you had to pull into various lay-bys along the road to let oncoming traffic pass. It was good practice for Mandy, but in reality, I knew test examiners did not take students down here, as it was too far from the test centre.After heading down the country lane for about ten minutes, and Mandy having plenty of practice pulling in to allow oncoming cars to pass us, I told her to pull into the left at the next layby.I knew there was a dirt track here that ran through the woods for a couple of miles.“Are you alright to head down this track, Mandy? It will come back out onto the main road, and we can head back into town from there,” I told her.“Down here?” Mandy asked as she turned to the left, into the entrance to the dirt track.“Yes, it’s a shortcut back to the main road. I’m just mindful of the time, we can get some more practice in the town centre before the lesson finishes if we go this way,” I explained.“Oh, I see, good idea,” Mandy replied, smiling.Mandy steered the car off the road, and onto the dirt track. We began to move away from the road, and soon the trees surrounding the track enveloped us. Mandy drove quite slowly and cautiously.“Okay Mandy, so now what I want you to do is speed up a little, maybe to about fifteen miles an hour,” I instructed, “I want to see how you handle the vehicle on this type of terrain.”“Alright,” Mandy nodded, looking a little unsure.She did as I had instructed and sped up. My plan had worked.The dirt track was quite a bumpy one, and at this speed, the car bounced and jumped around. Now I had the wonderful sight in my mirror of Mandy’s huge tits doing the same. They swayed, bounced, and jiggled as they reacted to every bump in the road. It was quite a sight.I could feel my cock twitch and harden as I stared at Mandy’s bouncing cleavage. I began to imagine what she looked like naked and bouncing up and down on her boyfriend Charlie’s cock as she fucked him. I fantasized about what those gorgeous young firm tits would look like swaying underneath her as Charlie fucked her doggy style.We then hit a large pothole in the dirt track, and I thought for a moment her tits would going to bounce right out of her blouse.“Oh, that was a big one,” Mandy said, slowing down.“No, it’s fine, keep it at fifteen miles an hour,” I told her, “Don’t worry this car can take it, and it’s good practice for you.”Again, Mandy did as she was told, and increased the speed back to fifteen miles an hour, and I went back to enjoying the amazing bouncing big boobs show. We continued down the track for a few more minutes. Luckily I had been down this way before and knew we were still quite a distance from the main road.I further fantasized about Mandy as I stared in the mirror at her incredible bouncing tits. I thought about how wonderful it would be to have her bouncing up and down on my cock, and bury my face in her huge bosom.I was getting quite a hard-on now, as I thought about all the naughty things I’d like to do to Mandy’s amazing body. We suddenly hit another pothole, bigger than the last, and once again Mandy’s boobs looked like they were going to bounce out of her blouse. However, this time she noticed, and moved one hand off the wheel to cover her cleavage for a moment, as she slowed the vehicle again.As she continued, I sensed she had now become conscious of the fact her boobs were bouncing around, and somewhat on display. She briefly glanced down at her cleavage a couple of times as she drove on, then glanced across at me, but I made sure as she did so that my eyes were fixed on the track ahead. I thought I had gotten away with it, as she seemed to relax a little, and sped back up.