She said that her hubby comes around 10:30 pm daily from office. She has nothing to do at home except watching TV.I said can I give you company if you...don’t mind. She said yeah sure. I took bath and dressed up, applied nice perfume and went to her flat. I knocked on the door, she opened. She was in shorts which were above her knees and a white sleeveless T-shirt. She was looking damn hot in that dress.She welcomed me inside and asked me to sit on the sofa. She asked me if would like to have. The light brown hair over and around her crack wasn’t very thick, but enough to hide her slit. I looked into her eyes and saw determination, “Okay, I’m ready,” she said.I filled my left hand with shave gel then daubed a bit on her pubis, just over the top of her pussy. With two fingertips I gingerly smoothed the crème over the triangle patch of pubic hair. Charlotte was shifting nervously, her legs moving, “Quit moving around, hold still,” I cautioned her. I put the blades of the razor. I stood still, breathing slightly heavily. He was a beautiful specimen, glorious tan, clear soft skin; his eyes were a deep brown to match his hair. He stepped into me; my nose was half an inch from his hard chest. He didn’t touch or say anything to me, just let me inhale his manly scent.In a quick movement, his hands made their way to my ass. He grabbed it with force, manhandled and squeezed it. “Fuck me that’s an ass! It would take me a week to explore it all”I stayed quiet. And let him have. ‘Let’s go try it on,’ he coaxed her, gently leading her inside and motioning to the sales lady to follow them with the dress in hand. The sales lady smiled as she led the two to the dressing rooms and unlocked the one at the very end. ‘Anything for you, sir,’ she said handing him the dress and turning her back as he walked in behind the young woman and closing the dressing room door. He gently kissed her as he pulled the denim jacket off of her. She freed herself of the jacket and wrapped her.