He could hear the distant waves cracking against the rocks, and he could smell the rich sea air. It was calm here, and peaceful. Perhaps it had been what he had needed after all? The woman kneeling before him with a mouthful of cock helped, but overall, for the first time that weekend, he was glad he had taken the time off to come here.
The ocean sounds and screech of the seabirds were drowned out temporarily by the wet, sloppy noises of the rough face-fucking she was receiving. Her eyes watered, her mascara starting to smudge and pool beneath her eyes, but she didn’t care. She only hoped that she looked as sexy as she felt and that he appreciated the effort she had gone to.
On her knees, she looked up at him, and though her mouth was full, her eyes glittered with a mischievous and playful smile. His hand was on the back of her head, her fishtail braid starting to come undone, flyaway hairs in all directions from the friction caused by the movements of the rough face-fuck. He groaned as she swallowed his cock, his swollen balls resting against her chin. Looking down at her, he let out another low moan when she started gagging on his stiff shaft. The room was dark, the curtains hastily pulled against the hot, mid-afternoon sun. All the windows were open, though the breeze offered little relief from the stifling tropical heat. The bed was still unmade, some of the blankets on the floor, having been kicked off after a sleepless night. Both hands on the back of her head, he groaned again as he thrust into her mouth, deep-throating her.
He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling a clump of it free from the braid, another small effort she had gone to that morning. He pulled hard and fucked her face, a shiver running down his spine, despite the heat. He knew it to mean only one thing; he was going to cum. He felt the tingle start to radiate out from his balls, and by the time it had consumed his entire body, he was pressing his length all the way down her throat, holding her face against him.
With one final groan of orgasmic triumph, he slouched over and sighed, his cock slipping from her mouth. The woman on the floor purred with delight, wiping the mix of her saliva and his cum from her lips and chin.
“Fucking hell,” he said, still breathless. Gently this time, he ran his fingers through her hair, noticing the now messy braid.
He tenderly guided her up off of her knees and onto the bed almost in his lap. It hadn’t taken much to get her to orgasm after getting her back to his room. His fingers, usually fumbling and awkward, had more than competently strummed her to the point of her screaming for him to stop. Once recovered, she had given him the dirtiest and most inspired blowjob of his life.
He glanced over to the black one-piece suit strewn between the door and the bed of the hotel room. As he looked down, her fishtail braid, the one that had sparked their initial conversation in the pool earlier, was tousled and falling apart.
They scooted together back onto the bed and exhaustedly deflated into the mattress in the deepest of post-orgasmic relaxation. Between the drinks at the pool and the subsequent romp, they were both completely spent. He was drifting off as her fingers stroked his chest, lingering just below his collarbone.
“How’d you get the scar?” she asked.
“Oh…ah, just an accident,” he said dismissively.
He seemed tense, but she didn’t press the matter further, getting the sense that he didn’t particularly want to discuss it. She didn’t want to pry either, having just met him. That thought stirred her. The thought that she’d just met this man and he’d made her cum in mere minutes. Cum to a point that if he hadn’t been pinning her against the wall, she would have collapsed. She didn’t even know his name…
That thought floated forefront in her head as she drifted to sleep draped in his arm at his side.
*****
Tap, tap, tap.
She awoke to a metal tapping against something that she couldn’t place. Instinctively, she rolled over in the bed looking at the nightstand. The red eyes of the clock shone, 6:53 PM.
She could hear running water now.
Tap, tap, tap.
Making it to her feet, she followed the sound and the light. The bathroom door was open and as she turned the corner, there he was.
Shit. This isn’t my room. Fuck. I’m naked and I reek of sex, she thought. Moving her head, her neck and shoulder were stiff from passing out in a strange position, her mind swimming in the post-frosty drink haze from the afternoon. Her eyes scanned the room again trying to find the source of the noise.
It was too late. His gaze was upon her. Always self-conscious, reflexively she brought her arms across her chest. He was freshly showered, towel around his waist, his face white with shaving cream, and a razor in his right hand. He’d just taken a couple of swipes off of his neck, but the rest remained coated with a thick layer of white foam.
She’d never really seen a man shave in front of her before. There was something so intimate about it, especially with this man she hardly knew. Resting her shoulder against the door frame as her arms were still crossed on her chest, they stared awkwardly at each other.
“Don’t,” she stammered softly.
“Um, what?”
“Sorry, don’t shave the stubble off your face.” She timidly looked down to the square white tiles on the floor with flecks of blue strewn randomly within them and continued, “Just shave your neck. I like it. I liked it on my…” The sentence clung to the air awkwardly as she loosely gestured to her thighs.
“Oh. Um, sure,” he managed to get out, as she had trailed off without finishing her thought.
The mirror was fogging up a bit again and he used his hand to wipe off a spot just big enough for him to see his face. The razor cleared away another column of the foam from his neck. Rinsing the razor in the faucet, he rapped it against the edge of the sink.
Tap, tap, tap.
She stood there in wonder, attentive to every detail as she watched him expertly clear the rest of his neck of the foam and stubble, leaving a white beard of shaving cream on his face. He bent forward to the sink and proceeded to wash the cream off of his face, grabbing a hand towel to dry it soon after.
As his face emerged from the towel, he looked to his left. This woman was still leaning against the doorway rooted with her rapt attention of him. The look was as much of an invitation as she needed. Two steps forward and she was upon him, both hands caressing his cheeks. Her fingertips were being tickled by his stubble, while her palms glided over his freshly shaved neck.
“Perfect,” she said as she smiled.
“You’ve never seen anyone shave their face before?” he asked in a quizzically curious tone.
“No, not really. I don’t know why that was so captivating. I’m sorry, I was staring.”
She stepped back, suddenly guarded again and thinking that she needed to quickly get back to her room before she ruined what had been quite the afternoon.
“Hey, hey there. It’s fine. I thought it was cute how you were so interested in something I do so routinely. No one has really ever taken an interest in me quite that way before. I… I liked it.” He smiled and stepped towards her, closing the distance between them once again. His hand rested on her arm just below her shoulder, thumb idly soothing her.
“Can I watch you sometime?” he blurted out without thinking.
“Watch me?” she returned expectantly.
“Watch you shave. I think it’d only be fair.”
“I don’t have my razor and… oh god, I only have my flip flops and my bathing suit. Where’s my bathing suit?”
His hand firmed its grasp and pulled her forward into a soft, gentle kiss. Her lips felt like they were melting into hers. Her uneasiness vanished in an instant. His stubble tickled the bottom of her lip and her chin. It was already a bit raw from earlier. The thought sent a deep thrill within her. That invisible mark of her whisker-scraped skin would be there for days reminding her of that orgasm that had just about split her in two. She began to feel her need rise within her once again.
“Tell you what. Run me a tub and I’ll shave for you if I can borrow your razor, and your robe,” she said pointing to the terrycloth robe hanging untouched in the closet just outside the bathroom.
“I suppose,” he answered mockingly with a sheepish grin.
*****
The two sat on opposite ends of the tub, legs entwined in the middle. Steam rose from the surface of the water in pale curls, dancing around before vanishing into the already moist air. As he watched the steam do its seductive, twirling dance, he noticed a few spots of mold in the corners of the ceiling, little dark green and black freckles on an otherwise spotless surface. He had been unsure if she had meant hot water when she told him to run a bath, but despite the heat outside, it somehow made sense for the water to be warm. A cold bath lacked the same appeal as a shared bath with steaming water.
He watched intently as she soaped her left leg up with the pitiful sachet the resort provided. It was a cheap, small, sad-looking square of ivory soap, and she could tell already that it would dry her skin out, but it would have to do. Her skin sufficiently lubricated, she slowly but confidently eased the razor up her leg, one long stroke at a time. She repeated this several times over until the front of her leg was hairless and shiny, and tiny dark hairs floated in the now soapy water. When it came to the back of her leg, she lifted it higher in the air, turning her body in what looked to be an awkward position.
She made it look so effortless and easy as she glided the razor behind her knee and up her thigh, despite the fact that she couldn’t really see what she was doing. She was feeling though, her hand following along behind the razor so she could feel if she had missed a spot. Once satisfied, she eased her left leg into the water and repeated the process on the other side. Usually, she was bored with the task of shaving, having mindlessly done it countless times, but now, in front of a man who seemed to be captivated with her, watching her every move, she felt sexy, wanted and desired.
His eyes did not leave her legs as she shaved, his gaze following the path of the razor. He had never realized it was such an involved process, or that it took so long for people to shave their legs. It was fascinating, that with a simple stroke from a razor, hair would be gently slashed away, leaving shiny and smooth skin.
“Why did you use soap and not the shaving foam?” he asked, his eyes still on her legs, unable to pull them away and give her eye contact.
“This is how I do it at home,” she responded. “I shave in the shower, and I use soap or body wash to lather up my legs. I only use foam when I shave my facial hair.”
He was confused. “Facial hair?” he questioned.
“It was a joke,” she mumbled, guardedly. She was berating herself now wondering why she had to go and ruin the moment by making a lame joke that had failed to land. She felt nervous again, and under his scrutiny, her hands felt all heavy and shaky. She nicked the delicate skin above her ankle, two small beads of bright red blood dotting the skin. Quickly, she splashed some water onto her leg, where the blood washed away.
“Why are you here?” she asked, trying to ease the tension. She was nearly finished now, lifting her right leg into the air so she could get the underside. The stranger made a small, questioning noise. “At the resort, what brings you here?”
“Oh,” he said, letting out a shy laugh. “My best friend dragged me along here. Said it would be good for me to be away from my computer desk and in the sun.”
“I didn’t see you with anyone at the pool.”
“He’s been preoccupied with girlfriend drama, so he’s been glued to his phone and the internet in the twenty-four hours we’ve been here,” he said. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That was so typical of his girlfriend, not caring about anyone but herself. She’d been peeved ever since the idea of them having a guy’s weekend away had been floated, and this was her payback, to be a bitch from hundreds of miles away and eat up their precious bro time. He didn’t mind though, he was rather enjoying the time to himself in the warm, poolside setting. He felt awkward walking around in just his swim shorts, but the cheap drinks at the bars helped, as did the beautiful, tanned female bodies, although he’d never have the courage to approach any of them.
“You?” he asked.
She cleared her throat, and in a small voice said, “I not long split from my partner, and needed a change in scenery. I accrued plenty of time off from work, so I came here. Now I can be sad, depressed, and alone at a resort, rather than at my house.” She laughed awkwardly at her own, self-deprecating joke, finishing up on the last, small patch of hair.
With one final sweep, she was finished, her now hairless legs reflecting the light in the bathroom. She almost heaved a sigh of relief at the completed task, smiling at the stranger in the tub, but when she looked over, she saw he was still studying her legs, his cock rigid and sticking up out of the water.
“I see that all this had a bit of an effect on you,” she almost purred, brushing a now smooth leg over his aching tub torpedo.
“I… I… It’s just that all I can think of is how it’s going to feel. That, and that you did it for me. This really private thing that you probably have never shared before, you shared it with me, someone you’ve known for only a few hours… How can that not affect someone?”
His hands slid over one of her creamy legs, slick from the recent hair removal. The calve of her other leg continued to slide back and forth, ever so slowly against his now throbbing cock.
“Mmmm,” she exhaled. “That feels nice. You know I was thinking the same thing watching you. Knowing you saved that stubble for me, because I asked. It felt…. Intimate… I’ve never felt it in quite that way before.”
The warm water splashed and sploshed as he shifted positions. His cock was temporarily deprived of the sensation of her almost plush leg against it, but his hands more than made up for that loss of sensation. Both hands followed her legs upwards. Gently. Deliberately. His hands submerged following her satiny trail further and further. As they made their way to her inner thighs, she subconsciously licked her lips and ever so slowly, opened her thighs to him.
On all fours now, he crept ever closer. His knees between her legs compelled them even wider, as his cock looked like a missile just above the water, seeking the heat that she was radiating, for him. His hands paused on either side of her inner thighs, and his thumbs traced that little fold between her legs and her pelvis.
“Ohh… that’s really nice,” she crooned as her eyes closed. The thoughts of how well this man pushed her buttons permeated her brain and percolated into her core, stoking a blazing and urgent desire within.
Then he did something unexpected to her and somewhat to him as well. One hand went above her tingling lips and lazily played in the curls of her bush. Snaking through her curly hairs and playfully twirling it between and around his fingers. She luxuriated in the unforeseen sensation.
Her eyes shot open and found the pools of brown within his eyes consuming her. His eyes trailed down and his gaze rested upon her breasts. The self-conscious doubt crept into her mind yet again and an arm reflexively came up to cover them. Puzzled by her action, his hand stopped playing with her hair and leapt up and met hers. Their fingers entwined and he pulled her hand back down to the locks below giving her tactile permission to play while uncovering her pert breasts.
“You don’t have to cover them,” he whispered as his eyes stayed locked on her chest. “They’re stunningly beautiful.”
Before she could get any words out of her mouth, she watched his mouth open and head towards her breast. At the last moment, just when she thought his mouth was going to envelop her tender and needy nipple, his face turned and the stubble from his cheek grazed the side of her tit.
“Fuck…” Her words softly falling out of her mouth as her head fell back suddenly heavy on her neck. This sensation delighted her in every way imaginable and her eyelids fell closed from their own weight.
He traced from the side, careening his neck to delight the underside of her boob before finally latching onto her nipple with his mouth. His whiskers randomly brushed the different aspects of her tit as he licked, teased and even gently nipped at it.
Her hand squeezed into a fist with his, entrapping her short curly hair between her fingers adding yet another sensation to the cacophony of pleasure wracking her body.
His voice slightly jarred her back to the real world: “Can I shave your beard?” His fingers eased in hers and his thumb and forefinger slightly pulled on a small tuft.
Her eyes opened again to his deep brown eyes piercing her. She would do anything for this man at this particular moment. It’s just hair. It’ll grow back, she errantly thought.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“You’ll have to help me a little. I’ve never shaved a beard like this before.” He smiled and coyly grinned at her as his face rested against her chest.
“Can I borrow your shaving cream?” she shakily inquired.
There was no response from him as he rose from the tub, hard cock pointing his direction at every turn. When he stepped out dripping on the scratchy floor towel beneath his feet, she took a second to recover herself. While he couldn’t hide his obvious arousal, she was quite glad he couldn’t see the rivulet of excitement oozing from her under the water.
Before she could internalize everything he was back beside the tub with the can of shaving cream in hand, eyebrows raised expectantly.
“I’d usually trim this down a bit before taking the razor to it,” she stated matter of factly as she stood and grabbed a towel from the rack adjacent to the tub.
She placed the towel on the edge, placed the razor neatly next to the towel and proceeded to lower herself to sit facing out towards the rest of the bathroom, legs spread. This isn’t the most flattering of positions, she thought, looking down at the belly roll that developed sitting like this.
In that course of internal discourse with herself, he was on the white-with-blue-flecked tile floor with a handful of foam heading for her doomed pubic hair. Using one hand to hold the cream, his other hand scooped bits at a time taking care to lather them slowly onto her. The fresh smell of it tickled her nose. She was going to smell like him, like his shaving cream for the rest of the day. Another invisible mark upon her reminding her much later of all of this.
These slightest of stimulations, plus the sight of his still turgid cock, got her flowing once again. This time there was no hiding her arousal. Despite being fresh and clean from the tub, and despite the fragrance of the shaving cream, she’d occasionally get a waft of her own arousal.
He’d taken his time and even ‘accidentally’ brushed her swollen needy clit twice, both times sending what felt like a bolt of lightning throughout her body. Her perfect, hand-sized, dark brown triangle was now covered in the white foam. He leaned over and dipped his hands in the tub’s water to rinse the residual cream from his hands. She grabbed the razor and expectantly handed it to him as he returned to his spot directly in front of her.
“Go slow. It’s a little longer hair than I would usually shave, so you’ll have to clean the razor with every little bit you take off.”
When the razor deliberately approached her and the cool steel finally rested just above the top left of her creamed bush, she pulled her skin taut. He took this as a sign to start there. The razor glided a very small bit until it was quickly clogged in curls. Submerging it in the water and tapping it on the side of the tub underwater quickly rid the razor of the hair. He repeated this numerous times, feeling it with his free hand almost after every stroke, meticulously ridding her of hair less than an inch at a time. His hand against her newly silky and sensitive skin was electric.
Tap, tap, tap.
He rapped the razor on the edge of the tub in the water to free the head of the liberated hair. He was as patient as he was meticulous. Over the course of a few minutes he’d removed all but a small strip of hair just above her clit and some extraneous stubble.
“I think I should do another pass to make sure everything is nice and smooth before we get rid of the final bit. You know, it’s not too late. We can leave you with this little landing strip.” He stroked the strip of hair with his index finger for effect.
She bit her lip considering her options. It’s just hair, it’ll grow back, rattled around her brain once again.
“No, all of it,” she said in a low desperate voice. The whole process had her on edge. A whirlwind of desire, lust and need twisted within her with every stroke of the razor now.
Wetting his hand in the tub, he slowly rubbed it all over her mons, stopping where errant strands tickled his fingers. Removing those remaining hairs took a minute or so, but each time his hand glided over her, he’d graze her puffy clit. She couldn’t help but twitch each time he touched it.
He pressed a small dollop of foam into his palm from the can and proceeded to paint the remaining strip with the cream, mostly for effect. The razor headed for the last vestige of hair when she suddenly spoke, “Wait.”
Puzzled, he responded, “Did you change your mind?”
She reached down and stroked his still hard and now leaky cock following it to the base and beyond. Cradling and caressing his balls with her hand and even sneaking a finger behind the balls for the tiniest of tickles. A tickle that stopped his breath and hastened his heartbeat.
“I want to make this hairless too.” She held his balls firmly. “For my mouth….”
It was all he could do to nod positively in response. He seemingly had no breath, no voice to respond. The razor shook in his trembling hand.
She smiled wickedly, pointed to the foamed parcel of hair, and spoke again. “Then make me bare.”
Mustering confidence from some unknown reservoir, he managed to get the thin strip in one fell swoop. His other hand followed closely behind inspecting his work. She was so soft now. His fingers explored her now endless plains and brazenly massaged her weeping lips with hardened clit proud from them. Her newfound resolve dissolved into the fingers that were so talented in knowing exactly what she needed.
With her last bit of strength, she stroked his coarse face. Her fingers snaked upwards landing in his hair and with one deft movement, brought his mouth inches from her bald cunt. Unconsciously, he licked his lips and his tongue hung out slightly in anticipation.
His breathing was heavy; she could feel it against her now bald cunt, his quick inhales and exhales playing across the skin, almost tickling her. Her own breathing too was fast due to her hyper-aroused state. Had she ever been this turned on before? She had to think back in her mind, but could not pinpoint a place in time, or a scenario where she had been so hot and needy for another human.
With the flat of his tongue, he ran it up her slit, parting her lips as he did this. Her breathing came out in stuttered, ragged sighs as the tip of his tongue teased her clit, flicking it as he licked the full length of her velvet pussy. It was difficult to imagine that only a few minutes earlier, a thick full crop of pubic hair had been there, but he had done an excellent job, even if he had been a bit nervous with the razor, and his ministrations were far more enjoyable than any waxing salon.
He smiled into her wet pussy as he felt the occasional shudder or jolt from her, his tongue pressing against her clit. Her hands on the back of his head, they would tense and relax with each sensation he inflicted upon her, from the gentlest tease of his tongue on her swollen clitoris to the more forceful licks or explorations of her tight little hole.
She smelled and tasted divine, the scent of shaving foam had never before been so erotic to him, he had never really thought about the smell of it, but now that it was mixed in with the headiness of her arousal, it was like nectar. Never again would he look at his can of shaving cream the same, and never again would it smell so good. Every time in the future he would shave his face, he would associate it with the memory of his tongue buried in the cunt of the beautiful stranger he had met on holiday.
She cried out loudly, her moans bouncing off the tiled bathroom walls. He was feasting on her as if he was starving, and what normally to her would be rather embarrassing wet, slurping sounds, was now music to her ears. Her hands brought his head in hard against her; she needed release. She wanted his tongue to get her off… hard.
The stubby, prickly hairs scratched against the soft skin of her inner thighs, his mouth sucking hard on her clit. Unconsciously, she had started moving her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against his mouth and facial hair. She had lost all control of her body, she wasn’t aware of anything or what her body was doing, she was too far gone in the bliss of the moment, too absorbed in the man’s tonguing of her sodden pussy. She was hot all over, her body tingling and feeling electric. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, she just knew that she was red in the face, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t bring herself to care. His tongue, snaking along her pussy and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm was all she wanted.
She almost doubled over when she felt a finger inside her. He was barely moving the finger in her pussy, all his efforts still being focused on her clit, and his warm mouth, which seemed to be fastened to her, but the closer she got to orgasm, the more he would finger her, slowly building up not only his movements but the tension in her body until she fit to burst.
How? How did someone, a stranger nonetheless, seem to know exactly what she needed? How did he know to read her body and her responses? Lost in the moment, she came hard, her thighs trembled and her hips rolled with the motion, her body needing to release that delicious tension inside of her. He didn’t stop though, he kept fingering her pussy and his tongue stayed in place.
Her mouth was open, but no sounds came out, and she had ceased moving. With one final heave, she let out a low, orgasmic moan. Aftershocks trembled through her body, her limbs felt limp and heavy, however, he was not done. He kept his face planted to her wet pussy, which only a few moments earlier, had gushed from his attention. His mouth and chin were sodden, but it was of little matter. She was a delight, he loved the way she squirmed and writhed from the faintest of touches or the lightest flicks of his tongue. He adored how wet she was, and how she tasted. He loved the sound of her cumming and how hard the orgasm had ripped through her body. He had enjoyed her before, haired and all, but now, he was relishing in a whole different playing field, unhindered and free to truly explore. It was still the same exquisite pussy, and she was still the same beautiful person, but now he could really explore her.
He was hard, almost painfully so, his cock hot from all the blood rushing in with each beat of his rapidly pumping heart. He wanted desperately to fill her and give her a right good shafting, but he could tell she was approaching orgasm again.
“Cumming,” she said breathlessly, her lower half almost lurching. She balled her hands up into fists, collecting some of his hair in the process. “Oh God, I’m………” She followed this with several long moans, the back of her throat dry, and her voice slightly hoarse.
Eagerly, he dove back in for a third round, and smiling, she let go of his head and shifted her position. “You trying to kill me?” she asked, her body still coming down from the orgasmic high.
His face flamed with embarrassment. “That was…….” she couldn’t find the words. How did one describe such an act? What words were there?
“Thank you,” she eventually said, settling on showing some gratitude. They sat back, both of them equally breathless. As she moved she noticed her ass was sore from perching on the tub’s edge.
“Now,” she said, smiling playfully. “I believe it is my turn.”
She stood up, confidently at first, but quickly found herself lightheaded. Her hand found his shoulder to steady her as he continued to sit on the scratchy towel below her. As the rush rapidly faded, another rush welled within her. Some spring of poise and tenacity. Something her ex had stripped from her ages ago.
He noticed it. The radiance that shone on her face framed with a smile that made him want her in every way. He wasn’t sure where it came from and he didn’t particularly care. What he didn’t realize is the captivated look he was answering her with was making her feel the same way.
She bent forward and grabbed his hands bringing him up to his feet. Their eyes locked in a silent dance. She leaned forward and fiercely kissed him. Instantly, she recognized her own heady musk on his lips. She devoured it, licking, biting and sucking his lips, his tongue and his stubbly chin of all her remnants.
Just as he was grabbing her to bring her closer, she broke the embrace with a wicked smile and gently pushed him back, walking past him to the tub. She flipped the drain to tap out the water.
“Your turn, hard boy,” she ordered as she grabbed his cock and pulled him standing into the shower with her. She could feel it pulse into her hand with every little bump and shake. God I need that in my fucking pussy, she thought.
He’d stiffened like a board, suddenly nervous about the pruning that was about to take place. The mischievous look she wore did nothing to ease his nerves. His heart was racing from her hand on his cock. He ached for relief which he desperately wanted to find within her.
Swiftly, she snatched the razor and the shaving cream from the edge of the tub which was now just about empty. Residue of hair and spent foam littered the sides of the tub, but the fresh smell of the shaving cream permeated the steamy room. Leaning down to sit on the edge of the tub brought her eye level with his delicious dick inches from her face. A single solitary bead of clear pre-cum tantalizingly leaked from it.
Seductively, she looked him in the eyes, bit her bottom lip and gently collected the drop with her finger. He twitched with the touch. Yearning for so much more he pushed his hips forward slightly, inches from her face. She nonchalantly kept staring at him, now ignoring the hard cock, as she naughtily licked her fingertip clean.
“Mmmm,” she hummed as she smacked her lips for effect.
Depressing the plastic top on the can, she filled her hand with the thick lather. After she sat the can down next to her, she started to smoothly apply it in short strokes starting from just above his cock and working her way down each side. The side of her hand brushed his turgid erection multiple times. Each instance, the tiniest of moans escaped his throat.
She brought the handful of cream in her other hand to his swollen balls massaging them as she generously coated them. The bathroom light caught the glint of yet another drop forming at his tip. Her will waned before her mind could stop her. Her watering mouth enveloped the tip of his glans sucking up the precious liquid as both of her hands worked his balls.
“Fuck!” he exhaled, but the sensation was fleeting as just as quickly, her lips were gone as she licked them to savor his essence.
Too soon, her hands were gone as well. Even in the humid tropical evening air, the disappearance of her warm hands sent a cool chill down his spine eliciting yet another drop from his leaky cock. She missed this one as the drop fell to the tub floor in an extended string. She did not notice it as she brushed past him to wash her hands in the lower spout of the shower.
He looked down at the absurd sight. His cock, standing at almost painful attention, bent slightly right as it always did, but this time within a sea of white foam. He glanced at the incredibly sexy woman bent over next to him. Her taut back rippled as it moved. His eyes followed her spine down past the tan line to her perfectly white peachy ass. What the hell is this woman doing with me? She’s way out of my league, he thought, stricken with sudden panic.
He didn’t have time to expand on the thought as she popped back up into sight with the razor in her hand. The sound of the faucet running behind him and the splashing water against his legs further pushed his nerves.
Seeing the apprehensive expression she giggled, “It’s just hair, it’ll grow back.”
She grasped his cock pushing it downward and started in on the hairs just above it’s base. The stimulation of her hand was torture. Her wrist rested against the tip whilst her hand continued to loosely push downwards. The razor swept little bits of hair and foam away at a time.
Tap, tap, tap.
She’d rinse the head of the razor and tap it under the running water against the floor of the tub. Something about that noise and waking to that cadence stirred her again. I’m sure it has nothing to do with this beautiful cock in my hand, she mused.
Bit by bit, the hair began disappearing. She diligently worked above his cock, clearing an inch above it and making a horizontal line of denuded skin from there to the crease of his crotch on each side. Her hand moving his dick out of the way while he whimpered at the slightest movement of her hand.
“Uhnnn,” he gasped as she moved his cock pointing upwards holding the underside.
She looked up at him. His face was contorted, eyes closed, mouth wide open. She smirked. Maybe she was starting to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel earlier. The razor started to take hair off adjacent to his balls.
Each stroke of the razor now, she was peeking up at him. Watching how she was affecting him.
Tap, tap, tap.
Starting the underside of his balls caused him to jump slightly. This time when she looked up her eyes lingered on his chest. That scar just under his collarbone… What on earth could have done that, she thought.
“It’s………,” he stammered. “I was humiliated,” he mumbled.
She’d been caught staring at the scar and when she looked at his face found his two eyes looking at her.
“It’s not bad,” she responded. “It gives you a little bad boy mystique.”
She had his balls cradled in her hand, giving her access to the last bit of hair on the underside of them, which the razor quickly did away with. Her hands were slick on his now smooth sac, remnants of shaving cream lingering to make her fingers slowly slide across them. His rock-hard cock pointed to her at eye level. Unconsciously, she licked her lips at the thought of it.
Tap, tap, tap.
“It’s embarrassing. An accident when I was a kid.”
“You know I don’t care, right?” He looked at her puzzled.
“What’s my name?” she asked as she more aggressively fondled his balls.
He turned beet red and a hot flush swept over him. His mouth opened but no words escaped.
“Haha,” she laughed. “I never told you and I don’t know yours either.” She continued, “I’ve shared more intimate moments with you, than I have with almost anyone in my life, and I don’t even know your name. You’ve made me more comfortable with myself than I’ve ever been.”
She glanced at his delicious cock and then back to him. “Fuck, you’ve been hard almost the entire time through this.”
Another glance, and this time, she noticed the drop of clear pre-cum beaded on the precipice of his glans. It was too much for her. Her mouth dove for it, but instead of a quick little lick, she took it all slowly in her mouth until it was at the back of her throat and her nose touched the bit of shaving cream on his belly. Even more slowly, she retracted herself. He was on edge, so close to the release he desperately needed.
“So are you going to tell me now?” she inquired, gently squeezing his cock.
A mixture of desperation and anxiety swelled within him. His lust was clouding his thoughts and he just let it all spill out of him…
“I…” He hesitated. “My mom walked in on me jerking off when I was sixteen. I rolled to cover up, hit the nightstand next to the bed which knocked over a glass of water. I tried to grab anything to keep me from falling off the bed…”
As he looked down at her, he was met with a look of rapt attention tinged with a mix of sympathy. Her hand was still, but firmly wrapped around his cock. A drool of pre-cum stringily fell to her forearm as if it was in slow motion. While in reality he had sped through the story thus far, it felt like time was standing still. He felt every bounding heartbeat in his chest and in his cock. Every beat seemed to throb harder into her hand.
“Hey,” she soothed. “It’s alright. Go on ahead.”
“Well, um, I held on for a brief bit, but it only delayed the fall to the floor. I fell right onto the glass with my chest as I hit the floor and it shattered, cutting me terribly. It wasn’t pretty. My mom was trying to stop the bleeding and there I was with a hard-on and my shorts around my ankles. Fuck, why did I tell you that? That’s so fucking humiliating…”
She smiled warmly at him and while keeping her firm grasp on his cock, she snagged a towel to patiently clean his cock. The sudden hush of the room stoked his fears. He’d just told this woman he’d just met the most mortifying moment of his life and he feared she was going to towel him off and leave him standing there erect and alone. Well, at least I’m not bleeding, he humorlessly thought.
Just as he feared, she rose to her feet, but she kept her purchase on his cock. She deftly led him back to the bed holding his dick like a leash, gently tugging him along. Once a few feet from the foot of the bed, she stopped, turned and let him go. Her other hand came up to gently grab his chin, holding it whilst she softly kissed him on the lips. Her scent still lingering on his lips from his wonderful attention to her needs.
Pulling back and staring him in the eyes with a sultry look that reassured him while it melted him all the same, her hand trailed down to his chest, then traced his scar ever so lovingly. She shifted and brought her lips to the scar and gently kissed the entire length, one slow kiss at a time. His erection brushed her leg leaving a goosebump-inducing line of pre-cum over her freshly shaven legs. Her index finger ventured to the very center of his chest and pushed just slightly.
“Stay.”
Retreating to the bed, swaying her hips for show in the three steps it took to get there, she turned and sat on the edge of the foot of the bed.
“We all have scars,” she started. “Some you can see and some you can’t. My ex, he made me hate my chest.” She idly cupped her left breast into her hand and felt the sensation stir something inside her.
His gaze left her face for her pert breasts. They were a triangle of creamy white surrounded by her delicious tan. The orbs a perfect handful, the nipples, a perfectly puffy pink, begged for his attention. How could someone not love those, he considered briefly.
“But they’re perfect,” he said, readjusting his admiration back to her soft eyes and a rapidly widening smile.
She scooted her bottom a bit further back on the bed and proceeded to leisurely spread her legs. She took stock of her now bare mons and a hand darted below. The smoothness was divine, luxuriating, intoxicating and oh so sensitive. She lost track of how long she explored it, but when she looked up, he was standing in the exact same place with his mouth agape and cock deliciously drooling on the floor.
“You’re perfect,” she spontaneously added. “And this,” she rubbed her bare mons again staring into his wonder strewn face, “is perfect. It feels amazing. Come here,” she beckoned.
He did as he was bidden and closed the three steps between them. She took her hand and grabbed his leading it to the silky, almost polished bare skin. He took his time exploring it, brushing against her swollen clit occasionally. As she let his hand go she reached for his balls, scouting his recently acquired hairlessness. A finger trailed below his balls, ticking his taint. It felt like he’d been dropped from a height as his core reeled from the new sensation.
“I see you are enjoying being hairless just as much as I am,” she wooed.
Her hand traveled back over his balls and once again, she had a firm grip on his achingly hard member. Leaning back on her other elbow, her feet came up and rested on the very edge of the bed on either side of her now inviting cunt. She pulled him forward, lining his cock and her lips up as both drooled in anticipation of what was to come.
She let go leaving him at the precipice of her shaved snatch.
She looked at him longingly and just simply whispered, “Please.”
That was all the invitation he had needed, shifting his weight forward until he was fully enveloped by her velvety searing core. For the first time, their newly denuded areas touched, eliciting a soft gasp from both. He lingered there for just a moment until he slowly withdrew just to push even deeper.
Her head fell back into the bed as her body, wound up from the evening, tingled and pulsed. His cock felt like it fit her perfectly, brushing against her now hyper-responsive nub with each thrust. It hit just the right spot inside, leaving her hungrier for it each time.
The thrusting rapidly developed into a steady rhythm punctuated with inaudible grunts from both. Her hand came to rest on her freshly shaved muff. The sensation added so much to an already incredible fuck. He had his hand on her tit, kneading and tugging just right for her. She was truly in awe about how this man knew exactly how to push the right buttons with her.
As his pace quickened she was hurdled to the edge of her release and by the looks of his face, she considered that he wasn’t far behind.
“Cum on me, not in me,” she raggedly pleaded. “Right here,” she continued desperately pointing to her creamy white smooth patch just above her lips.
No response beyond a sweaty nod. His pace reached an unmaintainable crescendo. She murmured softly in her bliss as her body started to twitch. There was a sudden tightness deep inside her that was explosively released. Her head bolted off the bed. Her eyes fixed shut. Her core flexed and she trembled. Flashes of white erupted behind her eyelids as she exhaled and screamed, “Oooooooooooooohhhh!”
That was all he needed. One more thrust and he tensed, toes curling, ass cheeks tight. At the very last second he pulled out and shot haphazardly, covering her in ropes from her pussy to her stomach. The hot cum sizzled on her freshly shaved skin.
“Fuck…” he hissed.
Still drifting in her orgasmic haze, her hand reached down and found the streaks strewn about her lower abdomen. The slick cum coated her fingers as she began to rub it into her skin. The feeling of the newly bare skin and the silky viscous cum was infectiously blissful. She suddenly couldn’t get enough.
He was enthralled at the scene in front of him, his cock unceasingly rigid despite having just cum. She rubbed it all over her denuded mons, but did not stop there. Her fingers rubbed it all over her pussy and everywhere in-between, eventually fingering herself with it. He couldn’t help himself and crept forward, sliding his cock over her lips where it eventually found her hand. She guided him higher, pushing her clit to the side as his cock rode upwards finally coming to rest on the glazed delicately supple spot above.
She started to stroke him, lubricated with his own cum between her hand and her freshly shaved mons. The lack of friction was a unique thrill. She rubbed him all over herself until eventually, she led it back to her glazed entrance.
“Matilda,” she said evenly.
“Huh?”
“My name. My name’s Matilda.”
“Oh… Devon,” he distractedly replied.
“Devon, this time I want you to cum in me… Fuck me until you fill me up, Devon,” she said in a voice dripping with seduction.
There was no easing into it this time. Devon grabbed and lifted Matilda’s legs, pushing her much farther back until she was completely on the bed and swiftly turned her on her stomach. Cum was smeared everywhere on the sheets in sticky patches, but neither of them cared. He pulled her hips up and she compliantly steadied herself on her knees.
It didn’t take long before she felt him plunge deeply inside her, eliciting a guttural moan. This time, it was just raw animalistic need. As he began fucking her from behind, he pushed her back down sending her head and chest towards the bed with his hot chest stickily sliding on her back. Her hair caught in his beard as he devoured her neck working his way to her ear, still unabatedly fucking her with the perfect cadence. Her fishtail braid, long gone.
She couldn’t get enough of him and was pushing back, meeting each thrust to drive him that little bit deeper, scratching that spot deep within her that, when touched, electrified her body. Matilda moaned into the sheets unable to stop. She felt like a bitch in heat, as if something inside had taken over her. She had a deep need and desire for him, and not just because of his exquisite cock and the way he worked it inside her, but for him as a person, as a man, and how he made her feel as a woman. How they made each other feel.
Devon was addicted to her in every way. Something deep inside him was screaming at him to please this divine creature. The way she pushed into him as he rocked into her was sending him alarmingly quick towards exploding for a third time today.
Matilda’s hand reached under her, finding her cum covered cunt and clit. As he continued to perfectly pound her she started to frig herself at a blinding pace. Her mind was addled with blind lust and howling need. Her clit was achingly sensitive from the prior activities of the day, her pussy burning with a hint of soreness that just worked to further her sexual appetite. The thought of his cum all over her as she worked herself caused her to moan and shudder, growing closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, Matilda, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned coming up for air after devouring every inch from her shoulder to her neck. His stubble blissfully grazed her skin everywhere it went, the prickly little hairs sending shivers down her back.
She turned her head and mustered a low, “Mmmmm.”
Her legs shook and her knees collapsed rendering her flat on the bed as she started to shake from the orgasm tearing her apart from the inside. Devon adjusted and after slowing for just a brief moment rapturously continued to fuck her through it all. Her walls tightened, gripping his dick harder with each thrust, willing him towards his own orgasm, which was not far behind.
“Fuuuuuck!” he exclaimed, tensing as he too collapsed on her back as he came. He twitched as whatever remained in his drained balls emptied deep inside her.
Both were still, the stickiness of the tropical air and the heat of their bodies sticky between them in the afterglow of what had been the pinnacle of both of their sexual lives.
Devon rolled off, eventually slipping out of her dripping pussy, his cock finally starting to soften and go limp, his energy sapped and his balls well and truly dry. Matilda righted herself face up with the little energy she had left.
His arm cradled around her with his hand resting on her breast. She shifted into the corner of his arm resting her hand on his scar with her cheek touching her hand. As she drifted off to sleep, her index finger tapped his collarbone, just above his scar.
Tap… Matilda smiled softly to herself and a content calm swept over her.
Tap… Her eyes grew heavy, lulled by the rise and fall of his chest.
Tap…
