My phone had told me about a new assignment. It was to happen in the morning. That wasn't surprising. Most desperate housewives had plenty of time and energy in the morning. Getting them home before the neglectful husband got back was the most important thing.
I found the right street, which was in a nice area. Nothing fancy, but nice houses, some with gardens in front of them.
The house was easy to find. There was a small, well-tended garden as well. The curtains were drawn. As the instructions on the phone had said, I parked away from the house and sent word to the people who handled communications. They'd notify the customer I was on my way, so there was no mistake possible. I didn't want to be seen as a burglar, so safety first.
I followed the directions along a path leading past the back gardens. There was my destination, a garden with a blue garden ensemble, visible over the fence. That was hard to miss.
The back porch was open, so I went into the garden and closed the porch loudly. Also in the instructions. There I waited until the backdoor opened and a woman's voice asked me to come in. I saw no one, with the door in the shade.
Once inside, I found myself in a kitchen, looking at a woman in her mid to late forties. She had long, blond hair, and wore a thin, black coat and shoes. Her legs were bare and I knew she'd be nude under that coat.
"You're here," she said, fidgeting with the belt on the coat.
"I am, as agreed. And you're here too," I said, smiling to put her mind at ease. "Are you ready, or is there something you need to do first?"
"No, no, I'm ready," she said. "I think."
"There's no need to be nervous," I said. "We won't take risks you want to avoid. How can I call you for today?"
"Ehm, ehm, call me Jess," she said, blushing. She took a deep breath, which made her ample breasts press hard against the inside of the jacket.
Very nice, I thought. I'd enjoy those two later.
"You have the, ehm, camera?" Jess asked.
"I do. I brought two, just in case." I took the devices from a pocket, a phone and a small but proper camera.
"Great. Well, I guess we should go, right?" She looked around, found her sunglasses on the kitchen table and put them on. Then she grabbed her keys and, pointing at the door we'd come in through, she said, "The car is in the back."
I slipped the cameras into my pocket again and went into the garden. Jess followed and locked the door, mumbling something about being careful. I admired her from the rear. A nice ass was hiding in that jacket, and I guessed the rest of her was good to look at as well.
She led the way out of the garden, along the path, to a small parking space where she walked to a decent-sized car. She unlocked the door for me and walked around.
"Wait," I said before she got behind the wheel. I followed her, camera in hand, and looked around to see if things were safe. They were. "Open the car door, then open your jacket. I'll take a picture of you."
"Here?" Even through the sunglasses, I saw her eyes open wide.
"Yes. Unless you don't want a good memory of the start of our drive." I winked.
After some hesitation, she opened the door, undid the jacket's belt, and held it open for me, to snap a few shots.
"Great."
Quickly she got into the car, using all buttons to close the coat. Once I'd gotten in, she drove off and asked where to go.
"This is your day. You drive. You decide." I took a few pictures of her so she got used to it, and made some videos too. She'd find that later. I moved about a bit, filming down her cleavage as well.
"Let's get out of town first," Jess said, leaving the street.
The first few miles, she seemed ill at ease. I understood. Too many people around who might know her, and a guy they'd never seen. Once out of her usual area, though, she relaxed.
"Should I open up a bit?" she asked, glancing at me.
"Let me help," I said and unbuttoned her jacket from the bottom up a bit. Moving the jacket aside showed me a lot of legs and light pubic hair. I held the camera ready and took a few pictures as she turned into another street. Sunlight poured into the car, over her lap. Her pussy seemed to light up that way, which was incredibly hot to watch.
"Oh," Jess said, surprised.
I asked if something was wrong.
"No, not at all. It's just... I never felt the warm sunlight on my pussy." She grinned. "I like it."
"Then find a way to get more of it," I suggested calmly, putting a hand on her thigh, gently squeezing it. "You're good looking and you deserve this."
Once out of town, Jess became more daring and unbuttoned her jacket completely. Not much later, she drove down the highway bare-breasted, only occasionally pulling the coat over her boobs when a car overtook us too slowly.
"This is so exciting," she said. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"I already have lots of pictures," I told her. "Believe it, this is happening, and it's very hot watching you do it."
She asked if I was excited too, and I affirmed that by opening my pants and pulling them down. My cock stood up.
"Oh my god," Jess said, breathing hard and fighting to keep her eyes on the road. "Can I touch it?"
"Go ahead," I said. By the time she reached out, the video camera was rolling. She gently put a hand around my cock.
"It's hard. Man, it's really hard." Slowly she rubbed me up and down for a while. "We're going off the highway here, she then decided, letting go of me.