Charles' eyes stopped roaming when he heard the words of one of the girls. He purposefully looked for something to notice that wasn't her breasts but his eyes faltered after a few moments. "Yes please." He smiled as much as he could pausing a moment before extending his relatively soft hand toward the young woman who, he assumed, would soon be washing his car. "I'm Charles." He introduced himself with a slight chuckle at how insanely genius the idea of a legit bikini car wash. Charles scanned the area and was surprised at the slight twinge of nervousness that he was feeling, almost as if he wasn't supposed to be here.<br/><br/>After introductions with the young brunette were exchanged, he moved to the side of the building to wait for the vehicle to get washed. He had left the keys in the ignition so that wouldn't be a problem for her to find. Charles cursed himself silently as he forgot to grab his sunshades out of the car and it would have made his unavoidable ogling of the women a little easier to hide. Perhaps, it was better that he didn't as the thin material of his slacks would give away any excitement easily.