My mind raced in anticipation of what was to come. After her call to the office, we sat on the sofa and I removed her skirt and white panties. Her pus...y hair was brown and slightly wet. I loved the sight of it. I remarked on the beauty of her hairy pussy She smiled. I then asked her if she ever wore a bikini and let her pussy hair be exposed on the outersides of her bikini bottom. She said, "Yes, and I love the attention I get." She continued, "Even though I'm showing my pussy hair, I like to. It took almost no time to get to the church where Tom had parked, but a hundred different things that might go wrong had crossed my mind during the short drive. I usually take a few days or more vetting someone before deciding on meeting them. I like to get to know people a little bit first, to sort of ensure they are sane and safe. But I hadn’t done that this time, and I was a little concerned. It’s not like I worried that I might get murdered, although, yes, that thought occurred even if it. Rinsing off, I set my face straight and stepped out of the shower. Despite the fact that I had known he was there I was shocked at what was before me. He had pulled a chair to the bathroom doorway and was sitting, dressed only in my damp, lacy, lilac coloured French style panties, his enormous erection pasted across his hip with the tightness of them, a darker wet patch forming at the end of where his cock lay. I was dripping wet and naked, standing before him and all I could do was look at. I slipped my thong down, left it hanging around an ankle, squatted against the counter and gave him a lesson in female masturbation that he’d never forget. I took my time, keeping one hand busy on my body while my fingers probed and stroked. I showed him how we strum the clitoris, in circles, or press hard or even lightly slap. He gulped a few times when I moaned, and once wiped the precum off his tip and licked it.“I’m ready, Kevin.” I felt the build as my fingers trust in and out, letting him.