A barely audible question issues from my heaving chest “would you shave me”? You look into my eyes puzzled, I continue rapidly so as not to loose my nerve, I can barely believe I’ve just asked you this, I watch closely as your eyebrows raise and knit together in a wordless question but you remain nonchalant and collected. My breasts swell heavily and my nipples harden sensitively from the friction of my t-shirt alone without provocation. With your hands on my shoulders you turn me toward you guiding me to the mirror backward so that I am standing front of you. I am becoming hotter and more bothered by your touch. I squeeze my thighs together to calm my aching pussy. The restraint I am using to keep my arousal in check makes me a model of self control, my knees feel weak & my panties are wet, I want you to touch me more. Silently you raise me up onto the sink lifting me off my feet effortlessly. I am eager and nothing is going to stop me from offering my body to you for the fulfillment of my request!
I slide forward and recline on the vanity unpretentious with my knees wide apart displaying the cluster of delicate curly hair that I want you to remove in your artistic way. You begin to get ready: hot water, lather, razor, baby oil and towel. Barechested swathed in a thick towel around your firm waist you kneel before me taking a wet towel and pressing the warm cocoon around the mound of my sex taking deliberate care to press your fingers through the cloth into the swelling of my outer labia massaging my clit at the same time. Next you bring a frothy concoction of soap to me and begin to lather me from bottom to top getting some of it on the insides of my thighs. At this I laugh involuntarily because the sensation feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The soap is so thick that it stands up in little peaks like white meringue and the countless bubbles tickle my erect clit increasing my arousal. My legs shiver with anticipation as you pick up the sharp razor and bring it to the lowest point of my pussy just above the cleft of my ass angling upward toward the hollow of my thigh The blade is warm from the hot water and I know you won’t hurt me but I still hold my breath without really meaning to. You rake the cutting edge gently over my skin and as tender as you are I am nervous but excited at the same time. Losing my shyness I begin caressing my enlarging breasts. I watch you closely as you clean the blade again and skim through a soapy trail over my clit. I moan softly and you lean in blowing cool air on the newly exposed skin making me extremely wet and unbearably horny, pre cum forming at the entrance of my pink slit descends out of me liberally. You are expert with the blade and soon all that remains is a little residue from the soap but nothing else. I am as smooth and hairless as the day I was born. Once again the hot water is running and the warm towel is pressing into the most sensitive parts of me making me grind my hips into the palm of your hand. Still kneeling you affectionately apply baby oil to my skin with your strong hands slipping your fingers skillfully into me fucking me exquisitely while you begin to circle my navel languidly with your tongue, biting my waist sensuously, kissing my hips reverently then using your hot stiff tongue replacing your fingers instead parting my pussy smoothly and plunging inside until your soft full lips press mine. I inhale sharply exhaling your name, I can no longer control the gyrations of my hips seeking your tongue for more, making me cum over and over. You stand up before me fully upright broad shouldered and impressive I want to touch you, I lean forward and you allow me to touch & discover in my own way guiding my hand with your own from your neck to your waist moving down the front of your body gradually so I can feel every swell and dimple. I rest my hands for a moment on your stomach loving the sensation of your diaphragm rising deep and measured. I close my eyes. I don’t need my eyes to tell me what I already know; you are all man. When you let go of my hand I don’t even realize for a few seconds that without you I am still lightly guiding my hand down your body over the towel massaging the stiff shaft of your generous dick to attention.
