Biting her lip, she waved. He flashed a look of surprise, and then looked at the other mechanics, checking to see if anyone had seen her. No, they had...all already left for the lunch hour. Then he did the unthinkable. He walked out of the garage towards her car. Uh oh. She fumbled with her seat belt and fixed her skirt, trying to move her thighs on the hot leather. She had barely unbuckled herself when he leaned down and tapped on the window. She rolled it down and mustered a somewhat alluring. “Alphonse made the chocolate glazed partridge himself and it's excellent,” Constance said.Where the hell am I?I’m wearing only a silk shirt. The chocolate sauce looks palatable, though my stomach is in flux. I force down a mouthful, followed by some wine. Their pubescent caterwauling wins. My stomach’s spoiled contents empty onto the floor.“Wash it out and come, she awaits your pleasure,” says AlphonseI take the feather.“She is but a girl.”“She’s bled and is a woman,” said Constance.Alphonse. It hurt.Yet it hurt sooo good."You okay?" He asked. I was touched to see a look of concern on his face as he looked at me.This was the first time that we had made eye contact since our hurried, passionate kisses when I arrived.My body was in conflict with my mind.I yearned for him to be deeper in me yet my body instinctively moved to expel him from me.I was too tense.Too nervous."Just relax...Ahh that's it." My mind won out. I felt his gentle invasion advance into me."Oh yes, that's it , that's. My pussy gushed as if I were masturbating. I slid closer to him until my leg was touching his. He took that, quite rightly, as an invitation to proceed further. His hand slid down, under the hem of my nightgown, and then began to move upward on my bare leg.My knees parted, to give him the opportunity to soon learn that I always slept naked under the gown. His hand touched the fuzzy growth of my pubic hair, and froze. He stopped breathing, as I already had done hours (moments actually) ago. Our.