It’s a beautiful early afternoon. Lunch with my friend Karine, spilling secrets. Appointments later. Phone rings. Him. Heart races. Stomach twists. ‘Agency Dxxxxx. Hello.’ ‘You alone?’ ‘Hello Mr. Xxx. How can I help?’ ‘Garrigue ride. Meet in fifteen at the corner.’ Hangs up. Abrupt as ever. Fake chat with colleague next door. I stand, tell her: client estimate, then viewings. Mirror check. Red sheath dress, button-front. Spring vibe. Black lingerie set underneath. Perfect balance. Undo bottom buttons, deepen cleavage. Ideal. At rendezvous, German sedan pulls up. He leans, opens door. ‘Get in!’ Dress hikes as I slide. Lean for kiss. His hand on thighs, forces legs apart. ‘Panties? What the fuck?’ Belt on, I wriggle, peel off thong, hook it on rearview. ‘Happy, my lord?’ Grin lights his face. Drives off. City fades. Path to shaded parking, bushes fringe. Garrigue heat, pine scent thick. Pulse hammers. Not first outdoor fuck, but exposed. Heart pounds. He yanks dress open. Buttons scatter. Bra shoved down, tits free. Cunt bare. ‘What’s this virgin bra?’ ‘Asshole. Never pleased.’ Mouth crushes mine. Fingers pinch nipples. Kneads heavy breasts. They swell, harden. Hand dives lower, teases clit. I moan, soak. ‘You flood easy.’ Neck gripped, pushed down. Cock out, throbbing. Swallow deep. Saliva gleams. Noise. Look up. Old man in bushes, staring. Ignore. Suck harder. Another car. Her: heels, short denim skirt, tight white tee. Steps close. I fling door wide, tits out, legs splayed. ‘Hi, Lucile. My man sent me.’ ‘Amy. Franck here.’ She kisses soft, tongue probes. Hands gentle on tits, then cunt. Mine on her. No panties, slick. ‘Your tits are gorgeous.’ ‘Show yours.’ Tee up, perky dark-nippled breasts. Suck, bite tips. We devour mouths, lost.