For years I have been making the short trip between my work and this supermarket to take my meal break.I never thought it would take such a turn.It’s half past twelve, the parking lot is crowded. I look for a place while driving slowly down the main aisle.My gaze caught something or rather someone... The moment was so brief that at the time I really don't know what my instinct caught but when in doubt I took a perpendicular path to retrace the initial path …And there I very quickly understand what my sixth sense told me.A woman, in her fifties, cute and in a very summer outfit is sitting on one of the benches which line the entrance to this large store. Blonde, interesting breasts without being big, well shaped, in a relatively short skirt and above all very light... in my mind "very light" means that I instinctively realize that she is not wearing underwear.I quickly find a place further away and decide to make my first pass, thus making a slight detour to access the entrance to the supermarket.I walk slowly towards him pretending to glance at my phone.Arriving at her level I send her a smile to which she responds with a most sparkling look.I had two or three seconds to size her up and I decided that when I got out I would try to find out more.A quick purchase of a sandwich and when I come out, I take as a sign of destiny the departure of a vehicle parked a few meters from his bench.I quickly got into my car to take the vacant space.I am now seated in my car, eating my snack, looking at this beautiful woman with her legs slightly apart who is obviously very busy with her phone.Then the unthinkable happens. I almost choke when, without any embarrassment, Madame spreads her thighs to take a photo of her crotch. She seems satisfied with this one.From where I was I couldn't see anything of her penis and blessed is the one to whom she seems to have sent the photo.And here she begins again, without even a glance of control around her.I finish my sandwich as calmly as possible just to relieve some of the tension that is gripping me, then I go out and throw the wrapper in the nearby trash can.I take a seat next to her, another smile to which she responds again.Carelessly I lean forward slightly to scroll on my phone so she can see what site I'm browsing. I might as well tell you that I don't surf on monéglise.com or on tricot-magazine.fr...the effect is not immediate...nothing even happens. So it's me who launches the offensive.“You know, if the photos are a little blurry, I will happily do you the service of helping you take them” She laughs and only responds with a thank you which does not mean yes. But contact is established and she continues from now on.“Are you registered on this site?”I explain to him that I am not a subscriber but that I consult it regularly. She replied that she and her husband were subscribers but that from now on, she too was content to consult it.And we talk like this for a few minutes until ...

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