Chapter 5 – It's Just A Razor!
We pack up and come down to start getting ready for the evenings fun. As we enter the bedroom you stop, turn and face me. A slight frown comes over your face and you say, "I have a bit of a complaint. After this mornings fun I ended up with a hair stuck between my teeth. Now I know you said that you had tried shaving in the past but stopped because you nicked yourself too much, but can I try?"
I tried to look shocked, but it doesn't work. "Go on then, but please be careful."
So out comes the scissors, shaving foam, razor and towel. Then you start. Within 10 minutes I'm smooth as a baby's bottom, and hard as hell. "Mmmm, nice." you say, with a gentle stroke making him twitch even more. "Now go and get ready and leave me to do what a girl has to do."
As usual I'm ready in about 20 minutes so I go and sit by the pool with a glass of wine and watch the sun go down, and wait.
I didn't see you come out so you clear your throat. I look around and gulp. You are standing there in the doorway, backlit. The light from inside making your hair shimmer. And as for that dress, wow. Black, silk, just above the knee. Thin straps over your shoulders and the dress touching in all the right places. I can see I'm going to have trouble with you tonight. I gulp again, you twirl, I see how low the back of the dress is and I'm still lost for words. A croke comes out of my throat meaning to be "Wow." but it doesn't do you justice.
You just smile and say, "Come on or all the food will be gone, I'm starving."
We arrived, and as expected, just about every eye focused on you and that dress. From admiring glances from the men, leers from the boys and frowns from some of the women. I just smiled knowing that it would be me that you would be going home with tonight.