**The Video Store**

I’d been coming to this little hole-in-the-wall video store for years, back when renting porn on VHS was still a thing. The owner, Susanne, was this older woman—mid-forties, maybe—with dark auburn hair that curled at her shoulders and a knowing smirk whenever she caught me eyeing the adult section. She was built like a woman who enjoyed dessert a little too much, with wide hips, thick thighs, and tits that strained against her low-cut tops.

One slow Tuesday afternoon, I was flipping through the new releases when she leaned over the counter, arms pressing her cleavage together. “See anything you like?” she teased, nodding toward the porn section.

I smirked back. “Not yet. Maybe you could recommend something?”

She laughed—this deep, throaty sound—and came out from behind the counter. “You into something… *specific* tonight?”

I swallowed hard as she stopped way too close, the heat of her body mingling with the musky perfume she wore. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maybe something with… shaving? And a big finish.”

Susanne’s eyes darkened. “Oh, I *definitely* have something for you.” She walked me to the back, hips swaying, and pulled out a tape labeled *Smooth & Creamy*. “This one’s got *everything* you’re looking for.”

She handed it to me, her fingers lingering on mine. “You, uh… want to watch it here?” she whispered.

My dick jumped in my pants. “Fuck, yeah.”

Susanne smirked and locked the front door, flipping the sign to *Closed*. Then she led me to the tiny back room—just a couch and a TV. She popped in the tape, and soon the screen was filled with a woman spreading her legs, shaving her pussy with slow, sensual strokes.

“You ever shaved a girl before?” Susanne asked, leaning against me.

I shook my head, my heart pounding.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a razor and shaving cream. “Want to learn?”

Before I could answer, she was hiking up her skirt, revealing tight black panties. She hooked her thumbs in the sides and pulled them down, exposing a neatly trimmed bush. “Not *completely* bare yet,” she murmured. “Think you can help me with that?”

My hands trembled as I took the razor. She spread her legs wider on the couch, her pussy glistening under the dim light. I squirted some cream onto my fingers and rubbed it into her dark curls, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

“Go slow,” she moaned as I dragged the razor down her mound, watching the hair disappear under the blade. Her thighs twitched, her cunt getting wetter with every stroke.

By the time I finished, she was panting, her fingers teasing her swollen clit. “Now… *fuck* me,” she demanded.

I yanked my pants down, my cock throbbing, and plunged into her. She was *so* wet, her freshly shaved pussy gripping me tight as I fucked her deep. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with her moans and the porn still playing on the TV.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, clawing at my back.

I groaned, feeling my balls tighten. “Where do you want it?”

She locked eyes with me and licked her lips. “*Everywhere*.”

I pulled out and jerked myself hard, spraying thick ropes of cum across her smooth pussy, her stomach, even hitting her tits. Susanne moaned, rubbing my cum into her skin like lotion.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Now… want to watch the rest of the tape?”