first time affair

Behind the laurels in their Saône-et-Loire garden. Mid-July heat. I’m on the deckchair, belly down. Tanga barely covering. Heart pounds. Fred chops the fallen pear tree. Sweat drips off his bare torso. Muscles flex. I flip over. Lotion my arms, chest. Slow. Teasing. He watches. Drops his soaked shirt. ‘Want me to do your back?’…