I was quite young and my parents took an assignment overseas. I went to a private school for foreign kids. We lived in a large house and had maids and a gardener and a driver. The driver took me to school in the morning and picked me up after school. He also drove my mother when she needed. My dad has his own car.

I got older and started to develop. I was pretty much middle of the road. Nothing special. But I started to show signs. One day on the way home from school the driver drove to this building and parked behind the building and got in the back seat with me. He pulled me towards him and felt me up. He put my hand on his dong. He was hard. After a minute of me grabbing him, he opened his pants and let his dong out and had me put my hand around it. I didn't want to let go, his dong in my hand felt good, better than good. While he kissed me it felt good, and putting his hands all over me felt good.

He helped me out of my panties and had me straddle him and sit on his dong. I sat and pushed down trying to get his dong to slip inside. At first it wouldn't go in, but I started to get wet and then I just slid down on it. While I sat on him he opened my shirt and twirled my nipples between his fingers. I stopped moving and he told me to start again, to move up and down, he pulled me against his chest and with his hands on my bum he helped me ride up and down.

It was our secret. Most everything I learned about sex was with him. He got brave and more than once snuck into my room. We never got caught. At times I though maybe the maids knew, but if they did they never said anything.

We returned to the Brisbane when I was fifteen. In Australia the idea that some foreign brown skinned man had sex with you was the mark of death. When I got my first real boyfriend, and the time came for him, I pretended to be new to it. He was new to it so I don't think he could tell.

Sex wise, the driver wins by a mile. He just enjoyed it so much, and I enjoyed it so much. I miss him and wonder what has become of his life.