05-12-2025, 05:52 AM
The lesson continued in the quiet colony lane. Elango, from his position at the back, was guiding the scooter with gentle pushes. But he wanted more. He wanted to be closer.
“Gayu,” he called out, his voice carefully calm. “You are doing well with the balance. Now, to help you understand the turning, I should sit behind you. Just for a minute. Is that okay?”
Gayu, focused on the road ahead, didn’t see any harm. He was her teacher, her trusted friend. “Yes, okay, Elango. If it helps.”
Her trust was complete. Her thoughts were simple. He is so dedicated to teaching me properly. He wants me to learn the right way. I am lucky to have such a good friend.
Elango’s heart thumped. He stopped pushing and walked to the side of the scooter. He swung his leg over the seat, sitting behind her. The seat was small. His body pressed against her back. His thighs settled snugly against the outside of hers.
The contact was immediate and electric for him. He could feel the warmth and the soft, firm shape of her thigh through the thin leggings. He made sure his legs touched hers along their entire length.
“See?” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “Now I am here. You control the throttle and handle. I will just be here for balance. If you feel shaky, I am right behind you.”
His breath was warm. It brushed against her neck and shoulder. Gayu felt a slight, strange tingle at the sensation, but she brushed it off. He is just talking close so I can hear over the scooter. It’s nothing.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s try.”
She twisted the throttle. The scooter moved forward a little faster. Elango let his body move with hers. With every small movement, his thighs rubbed against hers. The friction was soft, persistent.
Gayu was concentrating, but a part of her mind noticed the contact. It felt… different. Not bad, just new. Her husband never sat this close on a scooter. But this was for learning. She told herself to ignore it and focus on the road.
Elango, however, was drowning in sensation. The feel of her body against his was driving him wild. He could smell the shampoo in her hair. He could feel every shift of her hips. His own body was reacting. He felt himself getting hard.
He had to be careful. He adjusted his position slightly, trying to hide his growing arousal. But in doing so, he leaned forward a bit more. His chest pressed against her back.
As the scooter went over a tiny uneven patch on the road, it jolted. Gayu gasped slightly. Elango’s right hand, which had been resting on his own thigh, flew up instinctively to steady himself. His palm landed flat on her lower back, just above the waistband of her leggings.
“Sorry, sorry!” he said quickly, but he didn’t remove his hand immediately. He let it rest there for a few seconds, feeling the curve of her spine. “Just a bump. You’re doing great.”
His hand was large and warm. Gayu felt the heat seep through her top. It was a firm, steadying touch. Again, a flicker of something passed through her—a mix of reassurance and that strange new feeling. He is just making sure I don’t fall, she reasoned.
“It’s okay,” she said softly.
He finally moved his hand, placing it back on his thigh. But now, he was even more aroused. The simple touch had fueled him.
They did a slow circle in the lane. As Gayu gained a little confidence, she sped up slightly. The wind blew against them. Every time the scooter vibrated or hit a minor imperfection, her body moved.
And when her body moved, her chest moved.
Elango, sitting behind her, had a perfect view. Over her shoulder, he could see the front of her white top. With every bounce of the scooter, the soft, full curves of her breasts jiggled visibly under the tight fabric. The movement was rhythmic, hypnotic. He could see the outline of her bra, the gentle swell rising and falling with her breathing and the scooter's motion.
His eyes were glued to the sight. His arousal was now pressing painfully against his pants. He was lost in the view—the bouncing of her breasts, the feel of her thighs against his, the scent of her skin.
In a moment of boldness, overcome by lust, he shifted on the seat. As the scooter swayed on a turn, he let his body press more firmly against her. The seam at the back of his trousers, the rough line, pressed directly into the cleft of her backside, right over that tempting panty line he had been staring at all morning.
The pressure was deliberate. He let the seam ride along the divide of her ass crack for a second, applying a firm, linear pressure through the thin leggings.
Gayu felt a distinct, firm line press into her from behind. It was sudden and intimate. Her mind, which had been pushing away all the little odd feelings, now sent a clear signal. What was that?
But before she could fully process it, Elango shifted again, pulling back slightly. “Good turn, Gayu!” he said, his voice a little too loud, a little too enthusiastic. “You are learning so fast!”
His compliment distracted her. The strange pressure was gone. Maybe it was just the scooter’s seat, or his belt buckle? She wasn’t sure. She decided it must have been an accident. Elango was a good man. He wouldn’t do something like that on purpose.
She pushed the thought away. “Really? You think so?” she asked, a smile returning to her voice.
“I know so,” Elango said, his own smile predatory and hidden behind her head. His eyes dropped again to the captivating bounce of her breasts as they continued their slow drive. His heart was racing with victory and desire. He had touched her more intimately than she realized. He had felt her. And she hadn’t stopped him.
The lesson was proving to be far more successful than he had ever dreamed.
“Gayu,” he called out, his voice carefully calm. “You are doing well with the balance. Now, to help you understand the turning, I should sit behind you. Just for a minute. Is that okay?”
Gayu, focused on the road ahead, didn’t see any harm. He was her teacher, her trusted friend. “Yes, okay, Elango. If it helps.”
Her trust was complete. Her thoughts were simple. He is so dedicated to teaching me properly. He wants me to learn the right way. I am lucky to have such a good friend.
Elango’s heart thumped. He stopped pushing and walked to the side of the scooter. He swung his leg over the seat, sitting behind her. The seat was small. His body pressed against her back. His thighs settled snugly against the outside of hers.
The contact was immediate and electric for him. He could feel the warmth and the soft, firm shape of her thigh through the thin leggings. He made sure his legs touched hers along their entire length.
“See?” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “Now I am here. You control the throttle and handle. I will just be here for balance. If you feel shaky, I am right behind you.”
His breath was warm. It brushed against her neck and shoulder. Gayu felt a slight, strange tingle at the sensation, but she brushed it off. He is just talking close so I can hear over the scooter. It’s nothing.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s try.”
She twisted the throttle. The scooter moved forward a little faster. Elango let his body move with hers. With every small movement, his thighs rubbed against hers. The friction was soft, persistent.
Gayu was concentrating, but a part of her mind noticed the contact. It felt… different. Not bad, just new. Her husband never sat this close on a scooter. But this was for learning. She told herself to ignore it and focus on the road.
Elango, however, was drowning in sensation. The feel of her body against his was driving him wild. He could smell the shampoo in her hair. He could feel every shift of her hips. His own body was reacting. He felt himself getting hard.
He had to be careful. He adjusted his position slightly, trying to hide his growing arousal. But in doing so, he leaned forward a bit more. His chest pressed against her back.
As the scooter went over a tiny uneven patch on the road, it jolted. Gayu gasped slightly. Elango’s right hand, which had been resting on his own thigh, flew up instinctively to steady himself. His palm landed flat on her lower back, just above the waistband of her leggings.
“Sorry, sorry!” he said quickly, but he didn’t remove his hand immediately. He let it rest there for a few seconds, feeling the curve of her spine. “Just a bump. You’re doing great.”
His hand was large and warm. Gayu felt the heat seep through her top. It was a firm, steadying touch. Again, a flicker of something passed through her—a mix of reassurance and that strange new feeling. He is just making sure I don’t fall, she reasoned.
“It’s okay,” she said softly.
He finally moved his hand, placing it back on his thigh. But now, he was even more aroused. The simple touch had fueled him.
They did a slow circle in the lane. As Gayu gained a little confidence, she sped up slightly. The wind blew against them. Every time the scooter vibrated or hit a minor imperfection, her body moved.
And when her body moved, her chest moved.
Elango, sitting behind her, had a perfect view. Over her shoulder, he could see the front of her white top. With every bounce of the scooter, the soft, full curves of her breasts jiggled visibly under the tight fabric. The movement was rhythmic, hypnotic. He could see the outline of her bra, the gentle swell rising and falling with her breathing and the scooter's motion.
His eyes were glued to the sight. His arousal was now pressing painfully against his pants. He was lost in the view—the bouncing of her breasts, the feel of her thighs against his, the scent of her skin.
In a moment of boldness, overcome by lust, he shifted on the seat. As the scooter swayed on a turn, he let his body press more firmly against her. The seam at the back of his trousers, the rough line, pressed directly into the cleft of her backside, right over that tempting panty line he had been staring at all morning.
The pressure was deliberate. He let the seam ride along the divide of her ass crack for a second, applying a firm, linear pressure through the thin leggings.
Gayu felt a distinct, firm line press into her from behind. It was sudden and intimate. Her mind, which had been pushing away all the little odd feelings, now sent a clear signal. What was that?
But before she could fully process it, Elango shifted again, pulling back slightly. “Good turn, Gayu!” he said, his voice a little too loud, a little too enthusiastic. “You are learning so fast!”
His compliment distracted her. The strange pressure was gone. Maybe it was just the scooter’s seat, or his belt buckle? She wasn’t sure. She decided it must have been an accident. Elango was a good man. He wouldn’t do something like that on purpose.
She pushed the thought away. “Really? You think so?” she asked, a smile returning to her voice.
“I know so,” Elango said, his own smile predatory and hidden behind her head. His eyes dropped again to the captivating bounce of her breasts as they continued their slow drive. His heart was racing with victory and desire. He had touched her more intimately than she realized. He had felt her. And she hadn’t stopped him.
The lesson was proving to be far more successful than he had ever dreamed.
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