There we were together in bed. Both naked as the day we were born. She felt so fantastic next to me. So soft. So warm. So beautiful. Sara is my goddess and she is younger than me, but her vibrancy, her uninhibited nature, makes me feel her age. My hands are resting on her exquisitely sculpted hip. I am nestled into her back. My little offering is just sitting there nicely between her bum cheeks. It won't stay little for long with this incredibly sexy woman turning me on with every movement. She just oozes sex. She wants sex. She loves cock, which pleases me. We both want to fill that pleasure gap in our lives. Giving her pleasure turns me on so much. She turns over to kiss me. Our lips join and we can taste each other. Slow, gentle, sensual kisses made more personal by the taste of each other on our lips. My leg moves across her soft velvety thigh, stroking her, fondling her, enjoying every contact second with those womanly curves.
I cannot help myself and my hand gravitates to her special area. I stroke the area above her pussy lips. It feels soft. She is very well trimmed down here, but not to her standards.
She enjoys the intimate sensation as my fingers glide gently over her skin and surreptitiously down to her lips.
"Mmmmm. That feels nice. I am a little bit stubbly. I think that needs trimming."
"It's very neat down here." I comment. "However if you feel it needs to be trimmed even closer, I am very happy to assist you."
"Mmmmmmm. I bet you are. The thought of you shaving my pussy. Mmmmmmmmm, that would be so nice." She looks at me, grinning expectantly. I think she also wants me to play with her. Just the way her arms spread out as she rolled onto her back, invites me to do just that. Playing with her body, that is something I can certainly guarantee!!
"I'll see what's in the bathroom. There's usually something there." I wander across the room. Hotels these days have shaving kits and creams. I immediately find what I am looking for. I found a clean towel and face cloth and put some water in a plastic cup. When I return to the bedroom, an unbelievably erotic vision of womanliness is awaiting me on the bed.
She is truly awesome. She has moved the pillows to the middle and now has moved down the bed and her legs are parted and her pussy is on display. Her pussy is perfectly formed. It is magical, enticing, beguiling, just like she is. I look at her face, seeing a sultry expression. She is looking into my eyes, wanting me as much as I want her.
I leant down to her pussy and kiss each lip tenderly, taking my time to tenderly suckle each flap of skin, letting my tongue gently touch her clitoris a number of times as my tongue completes its little journeys between her lips. Her arome, the aroma of sex is enticing. I manage to hold back. I am now already rock hard and the temptation to enter her right now is almost too much.
I kneel down in front of her and dip the face cloth in the cup and dab water over her glorious special place. I get some cream on my hands and create a lather and then carefully apply the lather to her beautiful, expectant pussy.
"Mmmmmmm - that feels nice and cool" she says.
"Are you ok with soap here?" I ask naively. I've never shaved a woman before. I don't want to create any discomfort for my beautiful girl who thrills me beyond belief.
"Oooh no. It's absolutely fine." Her eyes are closed and a smile is spread across her face as she knows she is going to relish my artistry.
I move the lather with my thumbs and cover her. It makes for an interesting sight. I reach for my phone and take picture and show her.
"Santa Claus!"
She raises her head slightly to take in the picture.
"It's definitely xmas here!" She smiles at the image as if I was a delinquent schoolkid and lets her head back down onto the pillow, closing her eyes to await the pleasure she knows is coming.
I extract the razor from the package, removing the protective cover and then begin applying small careful strokes from the outside of her private place inwards. Safe, gentle strokes. Forwards and then carefully backwards. The short pubic hairs, of which there wasn't much of anyways, comes away easily. I repeat the strokes all around the flat area.
I take special care at the edge of her lips, asking if everything is okay.
"Perfect. Absolute perfect!" She replies.
I take my time, ensuring more lather is added. Ensuring each stroke is with the direction of hair growth so as not to cause discomfort. I gently stroke downwards on each side, taking care not to put too much pressure on her, getting as close to the edge as I feel I dare.
I use the wet flannel to wipe away any excess and show my work. When all the small hairs are removed, there is still some remaining stubble. I then focus on her lips and want to be incredibly careful. With more lather applied, I carefully stroke upwards on the edge of her lips. She doesn't tense up. There is no danger of hurting her. Everything seems smooth. I go backwards on her lips to create the same smoothness and it all seems to be fine. I then shave her perineum area and this creates a frisson of excitement in her body.
The effect is amazing. Perfect even. I feel like an artist completing a project as the presentation is concluding. The smoothness is truly amazing. Soft, silken, warm. There aren't enough words to describe the exhilarating feeling.
I sit back on my heels and look at my handiwork. She is totally shaven and so smooth.
She reaches down and her hand strokes her pussy. Her third and fourth finger, weave an intoxicating pattern over her lips, her newly shaved area. Her middle finger glides up her lips. Her sharp intake of breath tells me that she is pleased.
Smiling as she looks at me. Disarming me. Turning me into a waste of a man who is totally manipulable.
"Are you pleased with the results?" I ask, knowing full well that she is.
" Mmmmmmm. Who's a clever boy!"
She sits up and her legs swing onto the floor.
"I'll just wash off" she says and heads away to the bathroom. I hear the shower going and in a few minutes she re-enters the room with a towel and is gently patting herself dry and her perineum and bum area.
"Would you like to lay down again please?" I ask.