Chapter 4: The Beginning of the Challenges?

(Friday Midday, the 31^st day of January 2020)

Jean-Henri arrives at the garage and after a short wait rendezvous with Nanette and Danielle.

He escorts them to Nanette’s 2015 red-n-black Bugatti Roadster. He buckles Danielle in, checking the fit of the seat belt all along the length resting against her body, paying particular attention as it traverses her deep cleavage, making certain it is snugly fitting with no pinching. Danielle is left in a state of bemused mild arousal, Nanette, on the hand, watches with barely restrained mirth as she buckles herself in.

Jean-Henri starts to walk around to Nanette side of the car when she holds up her hand to indicate he should stop: “I’m already buckled up and if you check my belt, I’ll chuck your belt and fuck you on the hood of my Vitesse, right here and now.”

Jean-Henri chuckles with his hands half raised to indicate surrender and backs away. Before turning away to go around to his Tesla 2012 ‘atomic’ red Roadster, he queries: “Usual course and rules? Usual prize?”

After Nanette gives a thumbs up, he retorts as he settles into his car: “Hey you can’t blame a guy for trying when a gal has so maannny horses at her lovely feet which are connected to such smooth and well-toned legs that’s connected to such a delightful...”

At which he’s cut off by Nanette’s car’s throaty roar and her equally throaty laugh: “Oh come on, stop talking about my equipment when you have that column between your legs, and I don’t mean what’s connected to the steering wheel.”

Jean-Henri in response, silent as his running car, waves her to go on.

Nanette did as he bid, and off to the races they went.

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With are roar that turns heads, the red-n-black Bugatti edges in to the driveway ahead of the eerily silent atomic red Tesla; and, with that, another match race in sunny southern California comes to a satisfactory conclusion.

They park their cars leaving room for the expected additional cars.

Danielle demurely waits for Jean-Henri to hand her out of the car. When Jean-Henri opens her door, she ladylike, knees & thighs firmly closed, swings her legs out of the car then scoots forward allowing her dress slide up to her unexposed lower valley revealing long smooth creamy thighs; she then leans forward to let Jean-Henri achieve perfect line of sight into the unblemished deep upper valley of her cleavage. Pausing to take a deep breath, Danielle then offers her hand up whilst moving one foot forward so that the point of the shoe is in-between the tips of his; the other foot slides back, dropping her knees and pitching her center of gravity forward.

Jean-Henri smiles as he observes the elegance of her subtleness or is it the subtleness of her elegance; he is inured to the practice but appreciates the effort. He decides to allow the continuation of this particular dance and leads by pulling her up slowly. Applying the sage advice of his coaches, albeit in reverse, he follows-through his lead, but instead of a ball, he watches her two supple hopefully-soon-to-be-milk-filled already-larger-than-average mounds as they rise titillatingly close to his abdomen and chest.