Marjorie was in love, deeply in love and each night as she went to bed she carefully prepared for the morning visit of her lover. Her lover was very famous and yes, work lives as they are, the amount of time she could spend with her lover was very limited. Perhaps, as time went on, things might get better and they could meet during the day, but for now Marjorie was more than happy for her early morning affairs.
To make sure she got enough rest at night, so she could be so wantonly energetic in the morning she made sure she left the caffeine and chocolate alone. She'd clean up the house in early evening, and let herself relax with a good sexy book before bed. As she read she imagined the sumptuous things she could share in the morning, imagining the fingers running freely over her skin, the wonderful wetness they could share and the arousing taste. Often, after daydreaming of what might happen the next morning, she would fall asleep and dream it all over again.
In the morning when she woke up she would stroll over to the mirror and let her nightgown slip to the floor. While looking over her body she would let her thoughts drift away as her hands gently caressed herself, moving over her breasts, gently toying with her nipples, watching them harden. Her hands would move downward over her tight stomach and through the curly hair. She would then move her fingers into her slit, first slipping into her pussy to pick up some of her wetness and then slide upward where she would tease herself just a bit, just to get ready for her shower.
Turning on the water she'd let the steam build and then step inside, feeling the water splash all over her body. Lathering up she would soap herself all over starting at her tiny feet working the soap between each toe and then up her ankles over the firm muscles of her calves. She then would spread the lather over her thighs, inside and out, feeling her hands and fingers move over the skin and light stubble of hair.
Grabbing her razor she then would slowly, carefully shave herself making sure she'd be perfectly smooth for her lover. Carefully pulling the razor along her soap slick skin she'd shave every inch, imagining being touched all over. Rinsing off, she let her hands slide over herself again making sure she was smooth as satin. Now, being more careful, she'd get some shaving cream and spread it along her inner thighs, right up to the edge of her pussy. She was proud of the soft and sexy hair she had there, so she only shaved around it for a sculptured look. Where hair looked good, she wanted beautiful hair, where hair looked bad, she shaved.
