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material that I think it might tear.
    It would be a terrible shame to waste a good set of underwear. Taking him out seems like the only way to save it. I tug at the elastic around his waist and out he springs like a diver on a board.
    What Eric doesn’t have in height, he sure makes up for in length. And girth.
    His cock’s huge. It stands proud in front of me, pulsing and throbbing like it needs action.
    I’m not going to let him down.
    I put send out my tongue to meet him. First I lick his tight foreskin and circle ever closer to the bottom of his helmet. He tastes sour, like the odour of his armpits in the summer. I love it.
    Eric moans. He says something, but it’s Italian. Even though I don’t understand what he’s saying, his words ignite me. I take him fully in my mouth and slide up and down along his shaft until he’s as deep inside me as I can manage. He groans again and comes out with a little more Italian.
    It’s too much. I put my hands between my legs and let my fingers find my spot. I work it hard and fast, unable to control myself. He’s driving me wild. I go harder and faster on his cock and feel his muscles tighten. I put my spare hand under his balls and squeeze hard. Soon as I do that they bounce and throb and his fluid gushes into my throat like hot lava from an erupting volcano.
    The salty taste of the sea and the heat fills me and alerts my pussy. I throw my head back and scream as my orgasm flows up through my stomach and into my mind. It’s the best feeling of all and it seems to go on forever.
    When we’re both still, I kiss his shrinking penis and put it back inside his briefs. I stand up and pull him up from the car. I take each of his arms and put them back in the sleeves of his overalls, then zip him right up to the top.
    I lean forward to kiss him. Instead, I bite his lips.
    When I turn around, I don’t say goodbye. I just make sure I give my hips and extra swing as I walk out and leave him to do whatever it is he does to those engines.

F is for Face Time
    T here was this one occasion when Simon was away on business and I’d just been to Eric the mechanic’s to pick up my car.
    The temperature just didn’t fall that evening. I had a couple of long, slow cocktails by the pool and then I heard my iPad ringing.
    I went inside and took the call.
    It was Simon.
    He was in some boring hotel room where everything was clean and tidy but somehow lacked soul.
    “Hi,” he said.
    “Hi,” I told him right back.
    “Are you having a nice day?” I could tell he wasn’t. He had the top button of his shirt open and the knot of his tie had slipped down a couple of inches. He always looks like that when he’s stressed. If he’d been relaxed, he’d have been straight out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable.
    “Yeah, it’s been fine. I’m a bit tired, that’s all.”
    I didn’t like seeing him like that, not with him being so far away and everything.
    “I’m missing you honey,” I told him. “As in really missing you.”
    I pushed the camera a little further away so that he could see more of me, then I unbuttoned the top of my shorts.
    “I’m missing you too darling,” he said, but I’m not sure he’d got the point.
    I slid my hand down inside my panties and started to rub.
    At first it was just to try and make him happy. When I saw the look on Simon’s face, his mouth open and his eyes bulging, it started to click together.
    “I’m really missing you honey,” I said. This time my words sounded like purrs.
    “I want you so bad,” he said. “I really do.” His hands fumbled somewhere beneath the camera. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew what was going on. “I want to fuck you baby.”
    I’d never heard him talk like that before. It was the first time he’d sworn in front of me. That’s what turned me on.
    “I want to fuck you hard. I want to grab your tits and take you from behind like an animal. You hear?” I barely recognised my husband. It