Saturday morning, Liz has gone out shopping with her girlfriends, and most likely won't be back until late afternoon, depending on how good the Margaritas are at their favorite Boston watering hole.
I am in the basement sweating on the bike or the Nordic Track and watching some aerobic video, trying to get my 40 year old body to look like it still is 20 something. Ah, vanity.
After the workout, dripping of sweat and very naked, with a towel around my neck, I huff and puff my way up the stairs to be greeted by a female voice calling "Marc?"
"Excuse me, but who are you and what do you want with my son?" I ask of this 5' 6" short blond haired, 22 year old female, clad only in a celery green bikini, only slightly bigger than a Wicked Weasel version of swim wear and with a white see-through cover up over her, and, oh yes, she is barefoot. She is covering a pair of 'A' sized mosquito bite tits and a very shapely ass and what I can see of a shaved pussy. She is somewhat tongue tied as she is staring at my nakedness below the navel and then, suddenly, realizes I have asked her a question. I repeat the question and find her saying,
"Sorry, I am Kasey, Marc's friend. We had a date to go to the beach for the day. Is he home?"
"Not that I am aware. He left with his buddies at about 10 last night and I have no idea where they went, but I can say it most likely had to do with beer and girls, but not necessarily in that order. I imagine they got better offers and have forgotten their watches. What did you say your name was, again?"
She replied, sounding rather annoyed,
"I'm Kasey, Marc and I have been dating and he was supposed to be here to meet me."
"Well, he isn't home but you can have a seat and wait if you would like. I would call his cell phone, but it is upstairs on his dresser. I heard it ring several times earlier today."
"Yes, that was me reminding him of this date" she replied.
"Well, until he gets home, would you like a beer?" I asked. She shrugged at me and kept starring at my cock as I spoke to her and as she answered my questions.
I went to the bar refrigerator and retrieved two beers bottles, the Tequila bottle and a pair of shot glasses (notice a pattern in my behavior developing here?).
Kasey, huh? And it all came flooding back to me. Marc told me of his sexual frustration with a girl named Kasey... the one who was a cock tease and was nicknamed Miss Kasey no fuck. Seems she will let you touch, probe and fondle but nothing else.
Marc's last date with her ended at her apartment. They were making out, he managed to get his hands under her top and lift it off, exposing her mini tits. He was working his way down her neck and chest to her nipples when she pushed him off her and told him to strip... remove all your clothing. Figuring this might be an easy path to her pussy, he did as requested, shedding shirt and shorts, sneakers and socks, and stood, naked, all 10+ inches of him, in front of her.
She extended her hands to his rising manhood and toyed with his foreskin, then told him to spin around so she could see all of him and then to lie down across her lap, on his back. He said he would only if she got down to her panties. She thought about it for a second and then complied, removing her shorts and sneakers. He lay down, on his back, over her lap, with his cock in front of her, erect and oozing pre cum fluid.
She slowly began to play with his foreskin, sliding it up and down, opening his pee hole and watching the oozing of fluid, and generally being a cock teasing bitch.
So, as he is telling me this, I asked him
"Why the hell did you let her do that to you. She was just teasing you with no regard for your need to cum, or be intimate with her. Why wouldn't she let you fuck her?"
"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me, but listen, it got better."
He told me that she said he would look better, bigger if he got rid of all the pubic hair around his cock and balls and ass. She told him he should shave all that hair and be better groomed for sex. He liked the idea, figuring she would fuck him then. So she stood up, dumping him onto the floor, took his hand and led him to the bathroom. She pulled the stopper on the tub and began running warm water. When the level got to be about 6 inches, she told him to get in and she followed. Her panties turned translucent and he could clearly see her labia and watched as it seemed to open and close as she became sexually charged. She positioned him away from the faucets and herself at the faucets. She reached for the safety razor and shaving cream and lathered his groin with cream. Slowly (because she did not trim his bush before starting) she began scraping away his long black hairs. When she finished the upper section, above his cock, she told him to get on his knees facing her and began to shave around the side of cock and leg. She moved over to his scrotum, gently pulling down the skin to stretch it out and removed the hair from there all the way around to his perineum. She told him to slowly turn around and bend over so she could shave his ass and asshole. He said it was the most erotic feeling he had ever experienced and had a massive hard on because of it.
When she completed her task, she stood up and turned on the shower, and showered off all the excess hair and shave cream. A few touch-up strokes of the razor and Marc said he looked massive, and as naked as a newborn boy.
Kasey dried him off with a towel and smoothed some lotion for bikini area shaving over his whole newly naked body parts. He said it burned like hell but the burn subsided and began to feel all 'tingly'. She then began to, again play with his foreskin and fingered his clean shaven asshole, all to his delight... until he realized he was about to go over the edge and began squirting his load all over her bathroom. She pumped and he squirted and squirted. And when his orgasm slowed down and stopped, she let go of his cock, slapped him on the ass and said, "OK, time to go."
She dressed, tossed Marc his cloths and headed for the door. She dropped him off at the house at about 5:00 AM and sped off in her new Red Mustang convertible, a new present from her Daddy!
So, here she was again, this time on my turf. I handed her the beer, and sat my naked body down on the hassock, legs spread and facing her as she sat, still staring at my groin. I took a long drag on the beer as did she. I lifted the bottle of Tequila as an offer and she reached for the shot glass which I filled to the brim. I did the same to mine and we both downed it. I asked her where she was heading, what beach, was it topless or a nude beach and she seemed to find my questions funny.
"Why are you asking me these questions?" she smiled.
"Because you are wearing next to nothing in swimming attire and I have a lifestyle of nudity in my home. Just wondering if you held to nudity in your home. Marc seems to think you like your men naked and pliable to play with."
"So I guess he told you I shaved his cock and balls."
"Yes, he did and I saw your handiwork and he and I like the look. But I cautioned him that he would have to keep it shaved or else when it began to grow in, it will itch like hell. I know this first hand because about two years I had a hernia operation and the surgeon had to shave my groin area pre-op. I let it grow in (Pointing to my full crop of pubic hair) and it itched for more than two weeks."
She continued to stare at my cock and balls, hidden in the forest of dark pubic hair, she leaned forward, poured herself another shot (now her forth) and she extended her fingers to my groin, separating out the cock from the scrotum and told me the same line she used on Marc.