I am Jim. I was 66 years old at the time. I was driving to Florida. I planned to stay a while and have some fun in the sun. Swimming, boating, fishing, and golf were on my agenda. I was in no rush. I was planning to relax and enjoy life. I had no expectations or firm plans. I decided I would take one day at a time. I was completely caught off guard when I saw a beautiful young lady hitchhiking. I thought she might need help. Perhaps she had car trouble. I had time. I pulled over.
I am Patty. I was 25 years old. I was hitchhiking to Florida, and you were kind enough to pick me up.
I asked Patty how I could help. She was heading to Florida. She didn’t have car trouble. She was planning to hitchhike all the way there. I was a little nervous about offering a ride to a complete stranger, but she looked harmless. Actually, she looked like a very sweet, very attractive young lady. I told her I would be happy to take her with me.
As we drove, Jim seemed to be a very nice, caring man. We got to know each other well. When we stopped for dinner, Jim paid the bill without hesitation. It was getting late. Jim wanted to stop for the night. He offered to get me my own room. I thought it was such an honorable thing to do. He had already treated me so well. I decided that I could trust him. I declined his offer and said, “I don’t mind sharing a room with you.”
Patty shocked me when she said she was willing to share a room with me. I thought this was too good to be true; it must be a trap. I wondered why an attractive young woman would want to share a room with a much older man. There must be a catch.
When we got to the room, I let Jim know that I needed to shower. In the bathroom, I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I didn’t know what to expect. I had never done anything like this before. I was nervous. The shower helped me relax. As I was drying off, I wanted to thank Jim for his generosity. I had an urge. It was building inside of me, a need to please. I wrapped the towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom.
While Patty was in the shower, images of her were racing through my mind. I was telling myself to behave and decided to watch television to take my mind off those naughty thoughts.
Jim was sitting in a chair watching TV. I stepped in front of him and dropped my towel to the floor.
Imagine my surprise. Patty dropped her towel and stood before me naked. My resolve to behave and act like a gentleman had just evaporated. All that was left was lust. She was gorgeous, a natural redhead. She had a flawless body. After spending too much time studying her body, I focused on her very prominent red bush.
Jim stood, leaned into me, and whispered in my ear, “I want to groom you.” At first, I didn’t understand. When he ran his fingers through my bush, it clicked. I was nervous, even a little scared, but I thought about it and agreed. I had very little experience with men, and no one had ever wanted to do that to me.
Patty seemed very nervous. I decided to take things slowly. I wanted her to enjoy the experience. I wanted her to relax.
Jim was so gentle as he lowered me onto the bed. I felt an odd warmth. I realized the warmth I was feeling was a flow. It was coming from between my legs. My body was oozing with pure excitement. I thought I would die. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want Jim to be turned off by my aroma.
As I lay Patty onto the bed, I could smell her essence. It was an aphrodisiac. I looked over her young body again, burning her image into my mind. As I scanned down her body, I noticed her pussy was flowing with her juices. She was definitely aroused by the experience.
Jim held up the razor. The sight of the razor frightened me. I was ready to stop him. The thought of having my privates accidentally cut was so terrifying to me. I started to tremble. Jim seemed to read my mind, and he put the razor on the nightstand. I let out a sigh of relief.
After Patty was comfortable in bed, I picked up the razor to examine it. I want to understand the tools I would be working with. I did not want to make any mistakes. I placed the razor on the nightstand and focused on Patty.
Jim had strong hands. He placed them on the inside of my thighs, just above my knees. The feel of them spreading my legs made me numb with anticipation. My juices really started to flow.
Once I had Patty in the correct position, I grabbed the shaving cream.
As I lay there in bed, with my legs spread and my pussy on full display, juices flowing, filling the room with my arousal, I watched Jim shake the can of shave cream and spray it on his fingers. The thought of what he was about to do, and the anticipation of his touch, heightened my arousal.
I shook the can of shaving cream and sprayed an ample portion on my right hand. With my hand, I applied the cream to Patty’s full red bush. I took my time, making sure I covered every spot, rubbing a little more firmly on each pass, forcing the cream into her bush and mound. I loved the noises she was making. I knew my actions were having the intended effect, pushing her arousal higher still. It was so erotic. I was rock hard.
When Jim ran his fingers through my full bush, I thought I would have an orgasm right then. He was taking his time, constantly hitting my clit. Each time he passed over my clit, I let out a slight yelp. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to cum so badly.
Patty’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the touch of my hand and fingers on her pussy. When I stopped, her eyes opened. When I picked up the razor this time, I could see that she was no longer frightened. The look in her eyes was one of need.
Jim picked up the razor so calmly that it reassured me that I was in good hands. He started to shave me. Each stroke was exquisite. Before that moment, nobody had ever touched me there before, let alone shaved me clean. Being so exposed like that, being touched like that, feeling the sensation of the razor was so intoxicating; I was delirious with desire.
I was very careful using a sharp instrument on Patty’s very juicy, tender, young pussy. I wanted to make sure she was cleanly shaven. I took my time. I leaned in to look closely while I was working. I could tell Patty was sensitive. Every time I exhaled, the feeling of my warm breath caused her to squirm.
I’ve never been without pubic hair. The feeling was different, strange, and clean. Jim took his time, not missing a single hair. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy, and it was driving me crazy. My breathing was heavy and becoming erratic.
When all of Patty’s bush was history, I used a warm rag to wipe the remaining shaving cream from her pussy. I looked at Patty, with her legs still spread wide, exposing her now cleanly shaven pussy to me, now profusely oozing her juices. As I admired the sight before me, I also admired my work.
When Jim finished shaving me, he cleaned me with a warm rag. It was so refreshing. I watched him as he looked me over with my legs still spread wide. I did not want to move. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted his admiration. I wanted his approval.
I grabbed a bottle of aloe and poured some on my hand. I rubbed the aloe into and around Patty’s newly shaved pussy. I explained to her that we did not want her to experience razor burn. I told her just to lie there and enjoy the experience.
Jim spread aloe on me so I wouldn’t suffer from razor burn. What surprised me was how long it took. For the next thirty minutes, Jim massaged my pussy and every spot nearby. He made me orgasm several times. He knew exactly where and how to touch me. It seemed as if he could make me cum any time he wanted, like he owned and controlled my pussy.
After Parry had multiple orgasms, I slowly lowered my mouth to her pussy to taste her for the first time.
When Jim lowered his head between my thighs, the anticipation was driving me crazy. I grabbed his head and pulled him into me. His tongue and lips teased me to several more orgasms. The last one was the biggest, strongest, longest orgasm I have ever experienced. It made me scream out his name.
Patty’s pussy tasted delicious. I wanted to devour it, but I held back, knowing her pussy would be sensitive from the shaving. I kept teasing and licking and biting and sucking until I felt her trembling, shaking, convulsing to a massive orgasm and scream my name. At this point, she probably needed her rest.
I moved up her body, kissing her belly, breasts, and neck along the way until I reached her mouth. I gave Patty a passionate kiss, letting her taste her own juices from my face and mouth. I looked her in the eyes and told he she was beautiful. I told her to get some sleep. Then I said to her, “You are going to need your strength.”
