The examiner was close to panic, rolling his eyes and turning pale, when she mounted the curb and traveled for a short distance down the sidewalk.

He told her to pull over, which she did, and then he sat there, catching his breath.

"Have I passed?" Dolly chirped, giving him that dazzling smile that usually worked so well.

"Miss, you are without a doubt the worst driver to ever take this test," he replied.

"I failed, huh?" she sighed.

He turned to stare at her, about to make another sarcastic comment. But now that they were no longer in motion, nor in peril, the examiner had a chance to examine the young girl. She might not be able to drive, he thought, but she sure looked like she could fuck.

His gaze traveled up her bare, suntanned legs. Her skirt was so high he could almost see her crotch.

And Dolly, quite aware of where the man was looking, squirmed and got her skin up just a bit higher.

He gasped when he saw that the nubile teenager wasn't even wearing any panties.

He stared openly at her bushy blonde vee, and Dolly giggled and parted her thighs a bit more, so that he was able to see into her crotch better.

Her cunt was wet and open, the coral pussy-lips unfurled, the cunt-slot soaking with her juices.

He licked his lips.

"Is-is there anything I can do to make you change your mind?" she whispered.

His lips moved, but only a sputtering sound came out. His vocal cords seemed to have a hard-on.

Dolly arched her back, thrusting her tits out and tilting her pussy up. She was willing to do whatever he wanted to convince him to give her a license. She would have, anyhow, since he was a good-looking guy but she could see that he looked hungrier than anything else.

"Have you had lunch yet?" she chirped.

"N-no," he stammered.

He looked at her grinning face for a moment, but then his gaze returned to her creamy crotch.