"Slut Showers" with the driving examiner, Rachel

"Today's Forecast: Overcast with a 99% chance of Slut Showers. Rainfall is expected to begin at 9:30 AM and continue until 2:00 PM in your area. Those touched by the Slut Shower will experience: Increased body temperature and desire to exhibit mating behaviors, as well as to engage in the act of sexual congress. Decreased 'shame,' 'modesty,' and 'inhibition.' A lack of logical self-control. The holder of the app is immune to such effects.

Weird Weather's Tip: Be very careful with who and how you congregate during these weather conditions! If necessary, shelter in a safe place. Or get out there and mingle in the rain, if you're nasty!"

I blinked, staring down at my phone. Of course, I didn't read this out loud. This didn't read like a weather forecast... it was more like a joke. Or was this some sort of raunchy dating service for those seeking sex, but with weather app flavoring? Either way, there was no reason to take it seriously, as far as he could tell. The saucy weather report on this app read like someone's wishful thinking.

Akari was pouting and hit her palm up and down against the steering wheel to draw my attention. "What's the weather, Kenzo? You're keeping me in an awful lot of suspense for something that ought to have such a boring answer! It's not gonna rain, is it?" She leaned out past the wheel and looked up at the gathering gray clouds in the sky. The answer was, perhaps, obvious.

"... Probably. It is already overcast, after all."

"Aw man... I'm gonna wait in the DMV once we get there, then. I was gonna ride with you, just for moral support, but I don't wanna have to get in and out while you do your test."

"... They wouldn't have let you do that anyway," I sighed, dismissing the idea. "Don't worry. I won't take too long. Not to brag, but I'm a pretty decent driver. The tester ought to see that pretty quickly and make the practical portion of the test a quick in-and-out."

"You're the only guy I know that drives below the speed limit everywhere he goes," Akari added. As I smirked and she frowned, we swapped our usual expressions. "That's not a compliment! Even people in the slow lane behind you are always honking for you to speed up!"

"Well, it's what the DMV's going to want me to do..."

"You're such a boy scout!" she complained, then put the pedal to the metal, causing my car's engine to groan as it hit a speed it almost never came close to. I prayed that whoever was administering my test wouldn't look outside the glass doors of the DMV and memorize which car was swinging into the parking lot, maneuvering like it had a demon behind the wheel.

Once we left the car and walked inside, Akari plopped down in one of the chairs and unsurprisingly buried herself in the world of her phone screen. I believe she's the type who plays a lot of games on her phone, but she also chats with friends and things too. She's got a much larger social circle than mine, that's for sure.

I stood in line. It took a while, then finally, I reached the instructor for my appointment. It was not love at first sight; I'm largely to blame for that.

My first strike: I believe she had seen my car in the parking lot when Akari was at the wheel and pinned it back on me. The second strike: a grown man let my driver's license become so far expired he has to have a woman that looks like his daughter drive him to the DMV and take an unnecessary test. The third strike: that I was clearly still angling to take a driving exam when the clouds were about to open up and start pouring rain at any moment.

Well... there was probably a fourth strike. I couldn't stop looking her over and I wasn't being especially subtle about it.

The name-tag pinned onto the white button-up covering her rather substantial cleavage read "Rachel." The size of her breasts was impressive, with the top unbuttoned just a little too far, showing dark skin in the split of the white. Her hair was styled in a large, immaculate afro, with curls framing her face. That face could have been quite pleasant, with its subtle eye-shadow and much more vibrant red lipstick, were it not for the fact that her face revealed how completely fed-up she was from the moment she first met me. It held a dissatisfied frown when I first met her and stayed that way for quite a while.

"Sir? Eyes up," she sighed, snapping her fingers in front of my face a few times.

"Oh, sorry." It was a rude gesture she'd made, but I was being pretty rude too. The whole "slut showers" forecast had upped my libido a bit, no matter what nonsense I figured it was.

"You're Kenzo Kobiyashi, here for a driving exam? You do know it's about to open up and rain, right? If it does, normally, we cancel the test."

"Please, ma'am. I'm an experienced driver. It shouldn't take very long to see that and give me a passing grade, I promise."

For a moment, Rachel's eyes looked over my shoulder at someone else. I turned to see Akari mouthing the word "slooooooooow" at her in slow motion and I shot her a scolding glare.

"Let's go ahead and get to it out of the way, Kenzo." The driving examination administrator stepped out from behind the waist-high desk. Her hips were about as distracting as her chest. She was dressed in black pant-suit slacks that hugged her curvaceous legs pretty fashionably. The only curious part about her ensemble was her footwear: a set of white tennis shoes. When I dared to ask her about those, she lowered her eyebrows and gave me a look that clearly asked why the hell I cared. "I was going to play tennis later, as long as the weather clears up after my shift."

I nodded dumbly. I'd never played tennis in my life.

She gave me another long sigh, as though wondering why I asked about if I was just going to let the topic drop with no kind of follow-up. I showed her out to my car wordlessly and let her get into the seat where I'd been earlier, while I took the driver's seat. I could tell she was watching the sky and silently begging me to hurry up. She barely seemed to watch at all as I buckled up, checked my mirrors, checked my headlights, and checked all my signals. In fact, I think she was checking her makeup in my mirror the whole time.

That was fine by me. It showed me that she intended to give me a passing grade and send me on. That was what we both wanted-- anything else was an opportunity for me to come back and waste more of her time.

"Don't take us out of here too fast. I saw the way you pulled in here."

"Not to worry, ma'am. Kenzo Kobiyashi never pulls out before a lady tells him to. And when she does tell him to, he pulls right out," I bragged.

I thought she covered her mouth for a moment and snorted a short laugh, one she didn't quite manage to hide. When she moved her hand, the smile was gone, replaced by that standoffish frown. Maybe it was just a sneeze. She continued instructions: "Take us on the back road there. Just drive steady. Watch your blind spots. Don't pull out in front of anybody."

I nodded. Easy stuff. For a while, it seemed like the exam was going to go perfectly. No mistakes. She barely commented at all as I drove the limit, handled other drivers respectfully, easily managed the same three point turn I often have to pull off in the mornings. No excitement. Everything pretty normal.

I thought I'd aced it as we started the way back to the DMV. Then, when we were about halfway there, she pointed to a side-road. "Drive up into the back parking lot. We need to do the parallel parking portion."

Crap. I'd forgotten about that. I haven't parallel parked in nearly a decade. I'm too chicken, so I'll generally park a block away if I have to, in order to avoid any risky parking situations that'd either hit a car or leave me too far out in the road. By the time we got up to the cones and she stepped out of the car with her clipboard, I had disengaged the part of myself that wanted to get this over with quickly and locked in the part that wants to not fail this last leg of the exam. As such I maneuvered the car slowly, carefully, painstakingly accurately towards the back cone... then spun and inched up with excruciating slowness back towards the front cone.

Perfectly executed. I could tell that I hadn't touched the cones and my distance from the curb was right where it needed to be.

It was only as I turned on the windshield wipers that the sense of dread overcame me.

Rachel's knuckles knocked on the window, begging me to put the car in park and unlock the passenger side door so she could get back inside. I couldn't see her face, but she was clearly holding the clipboard up to guard her hair as much as she could from the rain that had started up. Panicking, I unlocked the door for her, then watched the very eye-catching view as she swung her butt inside the low-to-the ground car and took her place again, dripping on my seat.

The rain had done a number on her afro, which now hung down in clumps at a more shoulder-length, and her button-up, which was nearly fully transparent. Underneath the top, she had on a very well-packed cotton sport bra, plain and gray, but nonetheless very exciting to look at. I recalled that she said she was going to tennis later. The cling of the wet shirt fabric revealed a very fit abdomen and belly, as well as toned biceps and forearms. I had a brief but fleeting fantasy, wondering what it would be like to be punched by her. She must be gearing up for it, with how I'd left her out in the rain for that long.

It seemed... not? Rather, she wordlessly turned her head and watched out the window, as if pondering, while I began the drive back down the side-road.

As I got to the fork, I spotted another complication. A new car was parked there and a woman, a bit far from the DMV to consider it walking distance, was waving her arms next to a stalled vehicle. When she saw me slowing down, she threw out a thumb like a hitchhiker. For just a moment, I considered doing the neighborly thing, slowing down to prepare to let her inside...

... Then, I got a closer look at her. She was a foxy blond in cropped jean shorts and a black t-shirt, a little younger even than Akari. More importantly, she'd pulled said t-shirt up past the upper line of her breasts, allowing them to spill out topless and shake, rain-wet, in the open air. The smile on her face was shameless and her eyes locked with mine directly. Was she trying to incentivize me further to pick her up? There's no way a woman like that could actually be attracted to me.

I felt like picking her up could be an interesting adventure at any other time-- one I'd be too cowardly to undertake, but interesting. However, with Rachel in the car, it was a total impossibility. I sped up, leaving the bizarrely sexually-forward stranger in the rear-view mirror.

"Wow. Crazy, huh?" I offered, smiling awkwardly to show that, no, I did not, in fact, know the hot college-age girl that just flashed me during the middle of my driver's exam.

"We've got one more test to do, Kenzo. Keep your hands ten-and-two and your eyes forward. And drive real slow."

I gulped. Was she pissed after all? Her voice was pretty commanding... Whatever the case, it was an easy command to follow. We were really close to the DMV, but I drove slowly back, watching the road in front of my wipers. "How'd the test go? I noticed you're done taking notes. Did I pass?" I asked, just trying to make conversation.

"I told you, test's not over. Still one more part I need to evaluate. Hmmm... That's not bad."

I gulped harder this time. I felt the underside of her palm gently rubbing onto my lap, where an uncomfortable erection was pitched against the front of my slacks. I'd hoped I could hide it, but seeing her wet sports top had gotten me pretty hard. At least, I hoped it was that, rather than the thought of being punched.

Was I, a man near forty with a very average-sized penis, being sexually harassed by his hot driving instructor near half his age? This seemed impossible... unless...

I recalled the weather app from this morning. It had warned me something like this would happen!

"Slut showers!" I muttered under my breath.

"Okay, big guy. You like talking dirty, huh? That gets you hard? Alright, daddy, I'm your slut, then. Keep your hands at ten-and-two, daddy."

"W-What?"

I felt her unzipping my trousers, then fishing out my boner. Her hand began to stroke it shamelessly. I'd slowed down the car nearly to a crawl at this point. I don't know if it was because I didn't want this to end, or if it was because I suspected she didn't want to. Either way, I obliged her, allowing the relative stranger to give me an unsolicited handjob as we came closer and closer to what would be in full view of other DMV patrons in the parking lot.

I don't have a lot of sexual stamina, so I found myself leaking pre-cum pretty quickly. Nervously, I watched Rachel's face in the rear-view mirror, avoiding looking directly at her. That uninterested frown from earlier was replaced with an extremely interested smile now as her tongue traced around her red lips. Then, her face vanished from the rear-view mirror.

She'd put her head down into my lap. With no light foreplay, like licking the head or anything, she took as much of my shaft into her mouth as possible and started sucking me off. It wasn't subtle or gentle-- it was the hardcore action of someone who wants to get it done quickly before a guy can change his mind.

I wouldn't say I had any thoughts of backing out of this at all. It had been, honestly, nearly a decade since I'd had anything but my own hand to help relieve myself. I did have some hesitation that someone would see us doing this, or worse, Akari would. Rachel's afro might not be sticking up like it had been earlier, but it would still be plenty visible to any outside visitor what was happening if they looked from the right angle.

I heard her grunting something unintelligible and noticed her tapping on the clipboard with her pen. She was telling me the examination wouldn't end until I cummed.

I grunted, feeling myself ejaculating. She wasn't stopping either, sucking even as I put my full **** into the release and shot into her mouth and throat. I was hugely backed up and ended up depositing an awful lot inside of her, which she gulped down without a hint of modesty.

"Good job. Perfect marks," she applauded me, wiping her lips with one finger, then sucking the finger to finish it off.

I breathed heavily, nervously watching for any witnesses. We hadn't actually done anything illegal, but a guy like me and a girl like her in a car together, doing something like this... it was sure to raise questions. The car had stopped by now; I didn't feel comfortable driving like this. I looked over to see if we were done with the exam, only to realize she was unbuckled and beginning to wiggle out of her pants, revealing gray bottoms to match the sports bra. I didn't think she intended to stop there either.

Then, I shrieked. The woman from earlier, the hitchhiker, had followed us. She'd lost the jeans shorts, the top, and everything besides her sneakers, and was whacking the back of my car with her palms, signalling to let her in. She didn't look angry, but she might have looked as horny as I'd ever seen a woman look up to this point in my life, and I'd watched a lot of pornography.

I wasn't going to let her in. I sped up, causing her to fall forward on her palms on the wet road. Ouch. I'd apologize if I ever met her again. On that note, I needed to apologize to Rachel as well, who'd lost her balance and fallen forward, basically out of her seat. Oops.

I adopted Akari's driving habits and slid recklessly into two parking spots, then grabbed my umbrella and ran for dear life back into the DMV. It felt like Rachel was trying to go somewhere with me that could end in some long-time personal responsibility on my part, and I wasn't having it!

It seemed like things inside the DMV were about as crazy as outside. A few individuals who apparently hadn't been able to protect themselves from the rain were throwing themselves at each other, at other customers, at the employees... it was a mad-house. I realized that I'd forgotten to zip myself up and hid that spot with my umbrella for a moment while I tucked my spent cock back inside my pants and zipped. Luckily, it didn't seem like anybody had seen me enter yet... but I figured Rachel wouldn't be far behind me. I had to find Akari.

She was there, thankfully not rain-soaked. She pointed towards a group of especially frisky women who were making out on the DMV's third counter, one a redhead in all black lingerie and the other a blond in pink. "Duuuude!" Akari managed to get out, before I grabbed her hand and began to pull her away from the scene.

As we reached the door out, Rachel suddenly appeared again, now with her pants around her ankles, pressing her huge tits up against the glass. She then stuck out her tongue and ran it up the glass at me, dipping low to about my crotch height. She reached her hand under the upper hem of her bottoms and began massaging herself directly. I noticed before her fingers went in that they were blessedly devoid of a wedding ring. I'd feel even worse about this transformation she'd unintentionally undergone if she had one. "Heeey, sweetie... It's time for part two of your exam. Tennis may have rained out, but I can still show you how I can work those balls-!"

"Sorry!" I apologized again, throwing the door open and knocking her backwards onto her butt in the rain. I quickly handed Akari the open umbrella and dragged her towards the car with me.

Once Akari and I were in the car and buckled up, we finally had a chance to breathe, but that didn't mean I could stop driving. I bolted out of the DMV parking lot as fast as I could, barely missing the hitchhiker who'd impressively managed to get her naked, rain-soaked self up to finish running the distance to the parking lot at this point.

"What the fuck is happening?!" Akari shrieked, peeking through her hands covering her eyes not out of embarrassment that a naked woman had just thrown herself at her car, but out of terror that we'd almost hit her. "It's like a horny zombie outbreak or something!"

"I-I have no idea," I sort of lied. The Weird Weather App had told me something like this was going to happen. Was the app causing it or just reporting it? Would it end if I uninstalled the app? All I knew was that Akari and I needed to drive for a while until the weather let up or we found a suitably isolated place... we couldn't drive into the city with this porn-like catastrophe event going on! Once we got a chance, I'd park and check the app to figure out what I could do about all of this. "For now, check that weather app again. Weird Weather, that one."

I saw my coworker pick up the phone and open that very app, but when she did, she just ended up staring blankly at the screen. "Huh? It opened, but it's just a black screen. Is your phone okay? Don't tell me you have one of those old phones that doesn't have rain protection? Does everything you touch turn to old?"

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. It was like Akari was incapable of seeing the report on the Weird Weather App for some reason...

I could see it out of the corner of my own eye, though.