(March - April 2021) Karim and I both really wanted to see each other again but it was impossible to receive either one or the other that day. Suddenly, I offer him an exterior shot, in the bushes in an industrial area that I know ... He refuses but ends up, in view of his excitement, by suggesting that I go to his garage 5 minutes by car, from my home to kiss inside. I thought it would be quiet; I make some from time to time, with other friends, plans in boxes of cellars or garages… Well there, not at all! I tell you: I told you in a previous story that I met Karim, an Algerian with a crazy smile, in his early forties who arrived in France recently and does not speak French very well. He works as a delivery driver, it is also during a delivery that I met him. If I were single, I could really let myself be seduced, even if I still have a lot of trouble understanding it orally (in writing it's the disaster). As he cannot explain to me in French, where it is, we meet not far from my home so that he can come and take me by car. My handsome lover arrives, I go up and he brings me to a surprising corner in the heart of the city, through small paths, batteries of impressive garages that I did not know at all. I'm happy to be with him, I stroke his thigh as he drives. His little car smells good and is very clean. He's very manly but calls me baby, from our foreground ass, it's cute and romantic. In writing, I call him "my darling".Arrived at the end of the last driveway of garages, the access is blocked by several cars. And there, I see that something is wrong… He panics a little, I feel it strongly. I ask him what's going on but don't understand what he's telling me and he locks himself in silence with a rather serious expression. A guy is coming. They both speak Arabic and the other ends up moving his car after some very difficult maneuvers, then leaves. Karim tries to go a little further, but impossible because of another car which again blocks this last driveway. He ends up honking, a second guy arrives, apologizes in Arabic too, and drives the car forward. Karim is not well at all, he is stressed. He makes me understand that there are too many people and that we risk getting caught. I suggest that he leave on foot discreetly, he tells me to wait and that we will see. Finally, we manage to move forward and park in front of his garage door.Between our arrival in this alley and the fact of having enough room to pass, we had to wait 5 to 7 long stressful minutes, especially for Karim, since I did not really understand what was going on.So we park perpendicularly in front of his tiny garage which is in fact more of a box than anything else. His car protrudes in length in front of the one next to it. I count 5 guys outside, 10 meters maximum, 2 doors of two other open garages and a few comings and goings in the car. Karim explains to me then that they are trafficking spare parts and other things… He tells me to stay in the car, gets out and painfully opens the door of his garage which creaks. I imagined his garage empty, but from where I am, I see it completely filled with mess. I am always on the passenger side in the car with my bag (when doing an exterior shot, always take water and wipes, right ?!). The guys outside who are a few yards away are watching me strangely. Karim is in the box. I wait for a sign from him and see him thinking in circles. He is stressed, I see him, then finally he invites me with a wave of his hand to join him.I get out of the car and rush into the garage without looking at the guys. Karim acts like nothing, waits 2 minutes, turns on the torch on his cell phone and tries to close the door from the inside, which he can't quite do. There is still 20cm opening. Maybe he was also thinking that it would be even weirder for the guys outside to know that the garage and the inside were completely closed? But that, I absolutely did not have time to ask him.I find myself there in this garage surrounded by boxes, a bike in the middle and a mess that is not possible. I put my bag on the bike and also put the torch of my phone on the road, which I put on the saddle, because nothing could be seen at all despite the door slightly ajar.You could hear every conversation from the guys outside and they could potentially hear any noise. I oscillated between excitement and stress. But no time to think about it: Karim is determined and now in an incredible state of excitement. As usual he quickly takes things in hand: I do not have time to take off my jacket that my handsome lover rushes over me to kiss me wildly, slip his hand into my jeans to caress ...

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