"Yes?"
"Can I ask your advice about something?"
"Yes of course," I replied. "If you want to know which outfit to wear, I'm happy to give you my rather middle-aged opinion when you're getting ready."
"No, it's not that," she replied, "though I'd be grateful if you did. It's slightly more embarrassing than that."
"Oh, I see," I said, wondering where the conversation was going.
"You see," she started again, "I can't make my mind up what to do. I mean I'll obviously shave my legs, and Lulu has specifically told me not to shave my armpits, but the thing is... I can't make my mind up what to do about these?" and with that she let the towel fall and puddle at her feet, and pointed at her pubes.
It all happened so quickly that I was completely caught off guard. One minute everything was perfectly normal, and the next she was standing in front of me, completely nude...
I thought at my age that I'd seen most things in life and little would throw me out so completely. Child birth and various trips to hospital both for myself and with my mother had given me pretty good familiarity to the sight of the human body. But Alison, in two seconds, completely knocked me sideways.
She was.....completely and utterly perfect. I'd never seen anyone so beautiful, and I was lost for words. From her swan like neck to her delicate toes with their glossy nails she was perfectly proportioned. Her alabaster skin was dusted with large freckles across her shoulders and on her chest. There weren't any freckles anywhere else, she had more than enough other glories to compensate. Her generous breasts adorned with small pert pink nipples and generous areolae were round and firm. A flat stomach was punctuated by prominent hip bones and then long legs with slim thighs were bisected by a large fluff of long reddish pubic hair. Wherever my eyes fell I was left in wonder of such beauty.
"Do you think I should trim or shave them off?" she asked and when I dragged my eyes up from her body, I saw she was looking at me with a frown on her face and the gentlest of wrinkles across her forehead.
"Well, um..." I spluttered.
"I know, it's not easy is it..."
I tried to pull myself together a bit before saying.
"It would probably be a shame to remove such a striking feature completely," I suggested.
"So, a trim then. But what happens if things get serious and she wants to go down on me? Shouldn't I make a bit more of an effort?"
"I don't know I'm afraid Alison, I've never been with a woman, so I don't know what the form is," I said weakly.
"Yes sorry, it was wrong of me to ask you. The thing is that Kathy told me to shave them all off or get a wax, but I think they're one of my best features."
"I think I agree with you. It would be a shame... You could just shave around the lips to make it easier to.... if you see what I mean?"
"Yes, I think you are right. That's exactly what to do. Jane you're a marvel...Tell me, would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for your help? I mean just because I can't really get at things myself...you know?"
I felt flushed and flustered by this latest request. But then, thinking of Kathy and how it would sound to her if I refused to help Alison with a perfectly routine beauty procedure, I nodded and agreed to it.
I fetched my small dress making scissors from the mending basket in the Lounge and had her sit on the edge of the bath. In half a dozen snips, the mat of hair on each side of her vulva was reduced to a long stubble.
I made her lather her labia up using soap, before I set to work with the little razor. It wasn't really good enough for the job. It took many sweeps to remove the stubble and reveal her pretty outer labia and their larger inner neighbours. I was scared to death of nicking her in such a tender place and ruining such an important occasion...
In the end, it was done, and she thanked me before climbing into the bath and submerging herself in the steam. I decided to leave her to it. I made my way back to the newspaper downstairs, but I could not really concentrate. The sight and scents of her genitalia had completely enthralled me. I knew without even checking that my knickers were wet from arousal from the erotic spectacle I had been part of, and did not want to dare think what that meant...
***
I lost all track of time. My mind was playing back the scene from the bathroom...Eventually she appeared into the kitchen. She'd dried and straightened her strawberry locks and applied a little blusher, mascara and clear lip gloss. She stood in front of me in a navy uplift bra with cream lace trim and matching thong. An alluring hint of her pubes was visible above the thong... I felt myself blush when I saw her following what my eyes had been drawn to.
"Do you think I should trim them some more?"
"Oh no please - I mean don't do that."
"So which outfit do you think? There's the cream dress, or the navy silk jumpsuit. She put the navy jumpsuit over the back of the couch and started to fiddle with the zip and the buttons at the back of the dress. In a few shimmies she was in the dress and I went over and helped her with the zip. I moved back to look at her properly. She flounced and twirled the full skirt that fell to her knees.
"Have you got an underskirt with you?" I asked.
"No, do you think I need one?"
"Well unless you've got paler underwear, the skirts a bit translucent and I can see your panties. I suppose that might not matter these days, but when I was your age my mother wouldn't have let me out of the house like that."
"Oh...oh dear. I really wanted to wear this lingerie, it's the best I've got."
"I might have an underskirt upstairs that'll do, but before I go looking, slip the jump suit on."
Alison slipped out of the dress and turned to pick up the jumpsuit. As she leant down, I was treated to the sight of her pert behind with the strap of her thong nestling between the cheeks. There were three or four blemishes on her bottom cheeks, nothing serious, just little spots, but they made me smile to myself. Even Alison's beauty had to suffer the indignity of break outs like the rest of us...
She soon had the jumpsuit on. There was no real contest with the dress, the jumpsuit was gorgeous. It shimmered and slinked in the light. It had a halter neck and a plunging neckline that gathered and held each of her breasts tightly. The navy silk was so delicate that every curve of Alison's body x-rayed through. The only problem with it was the neckline plunged so deeply you could see her bra.
"Wow," I said. "That really looks fantastic. You are so lucky to have the figure to pull it off. You must wear it. The only problem is I can see your bra at the front between the straps. That neckline is very revealing so we either need to put a brooch on to hide your bra, or you need to lose the bra?"
Alison positively purred with delight. "Really? Oh, that's so great. This is what I really wanted to wear all along. It's why I bought the navy lingerie. I'm a bit worried about going braless though, my nips are quite pronounced, and they also get hard when I'm cold. Do you have a brooch by any chance?"
I went upstairs to my bedroom and fetched the square amber brooch my aunt had given me years ago. It worked perfectly...
***
By 6.15pm, armed with a door key on the off chance she needed to come home, she was gone. We had embraced at the door - a big hug like old friends or co-conspirators. Lulu was going to be knocked out by Alison's outfit. I'd dug out Kathy's cream bolero jacket which fitted Alison like a glove and set the jumpsuit off to perfection. I wandered back into the kitchen feeling pangs of envy for Alison setting off to begin her romance, how I wished I was her age again, and with those looks...
***
I opened a bottle of Rose, made a chicken salad and settled down for an evening with my book. By about 8pm though I was bored. I turned to the TV to entertain me but couldn't find anything I fancied. I thought about Alison and hoped she was enjoying herself.
I sat and pondered on the events of the day. What on earth had made me say to Maxine that I was fed up with my hair and she should do something with it. I was 48 years old, a plain divorcee with a mundane job at the Town Hall. My tits were sagging, and I was carrying at least a stone too much weight around my middle and thighs. Who was I kidding by thinking that a new haircut by a rather third rate stylist would make me something I wasn't. And why If I wanted to look younger, I needed to do something about all those grey hairs for a start, and then go to the Gym every day to shift the flab. - and I hated the Gym...
It was Alison that had made me do it. I wanted to impress her. Yes, that was it, it was a rush of blood to impress a friend of my daughter's. How stupid was that. Why would she care? She was so loved up I could have put a scarf on, and she wouldn't have said anything.
And then there was the whole bathroom episode. I'd never had any interest in women. A good hard cock had satisfied me all my life so why had my knickers got so wet when I shaved her pussy? Hell, I'd been forced to change them when she went out. I hadn't creamed my underwear for probably twenty years for God's sake and yet a twenty something redhead had completely enthralled me in minutes. Was I a closet Lesbian? I certainly hadn't felt any desire to go dating any new men since the divorce.
Perhaps I should try women...
I finished my wine and decided to get ready for bed. After tidying the kitchen, I went up to the bedroom and got a clean nightdress out of the airing cupboard. When I'd put it on I went to the bathroom to take my make up off.
I'd expected that Alison would have tidied up after her bath, but she had clearly been so excited that mundane chores had slipped her mind. Apart from emptying the bath the room was still a mess. Her make up bag was on the sink with various items spilling out or discarded on the shelf. The towel was in a heap on the floor, and her clothes scattered about on the floor and on the chair. I started to clear up, folding things up, ready to put them back in her bedroom. Under her skirt were a pair of maroon bikini briefs that she'd obviously worn earlier. I picked them up to fold them up. A waft of her scent assaulted my nose. That same scent had greeted me earlier when I'd taken the scissors to her. It was deeply alluring.
