"What can I do for you?" she asked, a broad smile plastered across her lips.
"What do you mean?" I countered.
"You name it, I'll do whatever. You just managed to sell this place for more than I ever expected and in a down market at that! I want to show you my appreciation."
I was astounded by the concept. I'm a mere realtor, this was the unbelievably hot ex-wife of the richest guy in town. She wants to do something for me? And she was saying all this with a devilish look on her face. I thought for a minute and then figured I'd just through caution to the wind. What the hell, I'll only ever get one opportunity like this.
Candice was in her early thirties, ten years earlier she'd been virtually a child bride for the rich bastard that had screwed what seemed like everyone else in town of of far too much of their hard-earned money over the years, first as both the only green grocer and then gas station operator which allowed him to charge exorbitant rates, then buying up land at under market values, and finally by launching a series of lawsuits against anyone and over anything. He had put his son by his first marriage through law school and as far as ethics went, the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree.
He hadn't merely screwed everyone figuratively. Rumor had it that he'd had more than his fair share of other men's pussy, often through coercion over money owed him. Candice hadn't known any of this, having been almost a mail-order girl and initially oblivious to much as she enjoyed the high roller lifestyle he had made available to her. Eventually she caught on and then found him red handed, not with another woman, but with an under-aged boy. The divorce was expedient due to the pre-nuptial contract they'd made, but it also left her with the house only, nothing more, and even though he had manipulated the town assessments to his benefit, paying the taxes on a ten thousand square foot home was impossible given that she had no source of income and no bankroll to fall back on.
Over the couple months it had taken for me to find and line up a buyer, Candice and I had gotten close enough that I'd become a confidant of sorts. We were about the same age and although I wasn't divorced, I'd been dumped by my girlfirend of three years, so we had something in common. There had been several occasions where we'd grabbed lunch together and she'd pretty much given me the run of the house in the effort to sell it. She was a gorgeous blonde with an hourglass figure that looked as good in a bikini as it did in jeans and a T shirt.
I knew what she was angling for - she must be as sex starved as I was. Hell, at this point probably even more so, as she'd only been with an octogenarian for the last decade. I wanted to jump her bones right then and there, but another plan began to hatch in the perverted recesses of brain. Maybe I could get something that I'd always wanted but never had the opportunity.
"You're serious... anything?"
"Within reason." she replied.
I decided to go for it. "Let me shave you."
"I beg your pardon?" she said and stared at me with her mouth ajar.
"Let me shave your pussy. I've wanted to shave a woman for ages."
"Wow. I was sure you'd ask for a blowjob. I fact, I was kinda hoping you would." The grin began to creep back in. "And what makes you think that I'm not already shaven?"
"The other day when I stopped by you were lying out in the sun naked. I guess you were asleep because you didn't seem to hear. I didn't want to disturb or embarrass you, so I just slipped back out and returned later. Unless you've shaven over the last forty-eight hours, I'd say you still have a fairly thick bush going."
Even with her deep tan I could see her blushing. "Are you serious?" she asked.
