In lingerie in the vineyards, country display

We spent the weekend with our friends, ELYSA Exhib and Enrique, in Pays d'Oc. While they finish preparing, we go to discover the surrounding countryside. We want to make naughty exhibits in the vineyards in lingerie.

Autumn is at the twilight of its existence and winter should not take long to cover the South with its coldness. These are the last exhibits in the vines that we can make before they lose their reddened leaves and are no more than bare vines waiting for the rebirth of spring..

We spotted a winery a few kilometers from the hotel. There is always lingerie in the suitcase. I opt for a passion red set reminiscent of autumn colors and thirteen centimeter all-terrain stiletto heels. Let the soil be soggy, stony, earthy, unstable, they allow me to walk perched everywhere.

It rained part of the night and at the end of the morning, the terrain is always muddy. The winery overlooks a busy road. We parked the car below. I'm just wearing lingerie under the coat. MrSirban proposes to go to the heart of the vineyards, back to the road. I am puzzled. I don't find the place very pretty. The photo rendering may be more pleasant than to the naked eye.

The leaves are wilted, emaciated vines. I trust my Man, he will do everything to make the place more attractive. I take off my coat. Here I am in lingerie in the vineyards without being able to put on myself quickly if someone arrives. I stay on tiptoe as much as possible. Any attempt to press on the stiletto heels sinks me into the sludge. After the Lilac puncher, I present you the puncher of the Vignes !

Finally, my Beloved joins me on the aspect “still life” and doesn't find the corner as pretty as he thought. We did it a little late to celebrate the erotic autumn. Only the roadside vines still display seasonal colours. We retrace our steps to continue the country exhibits. I stay in lingerie in Nature. It's eleven degrees, but the excitement of the exhibition must warm me up… unless it is the digestion of the pantagruelic breakfast taken at the hotel !

We take our time. At one point, branches can be heard cracking followed by shooting noises. It must be hunters, but we didn't see them and it seemed distant to us. We didn't feel the need to get dressed and flee the place, as was the case last year. We had found ourselves in the immediate vicinity of a hunting chase and I had been frightened when I heard the pack of dogs and the gunshots next to it. (read the article).

We stayed a good twenty minutes to make the exhibits in lingerie on the way. There must have been a dozen cars that passed by. a minimum on the road below. Almost every time, I pointed it out to MrSirban either by telling him orally, either by pointing to the car with his finger but… between the times we were in the dead vines on the other side of the trail and the times my Beloved took the photograph a little late, we managed to immortalize only one motorist crossing !

I'm finally starting to feel the autumnal freshness. So as not to run the risk of catching cold, we went back to the hotel. We took the car back and joined our friends ELYSA Exhib and Enrique. They were told that the country exhibits were muddy.. Given the condition of my pumps, this dissuaded them from going there in turn. We made naughty photos in the cozy comfort of the room with… my dirty heels !

Ten years of friendship and still the same complicity, the four of us had a great weekend, we did not see the time pass. This completely disconnected us with MrSirban. We returned to our beautiful Provence with memories in our heads.