My mountain bike ride left me muddy, and with a serious leg pump. Even after the 45 minute drive home from the local hills, my legs were burning, and I had to gingerly walk into my condo. I started the shower and began stretching my legs again. The hot water would be just the thing I needed to loosen up.
I finished washing myself off, scrubbing away the caked-on mud, making sure to pay a little extra attention to my crotch area. With my body still filled with endorphins, it was easy to create a super-hard erection. Just the thing I needed to get a good shave. I grabbed the bottle of gel, sprayed a good portion on my hand and lathered up my cock, balls, and ass crack. Placing the hand-held shower head on the floor, I leaned back against the wall tiles, and squatted down as I worked in the foam. I used my right hand to work my shaft, in a slow, but tight gripping stroke, encapsulating my cock head on the up stroke, and dragging my fingers across and under my balls on the down. My left hand reached behind me and stroked my crack and sensitive asshole. Probing my hole, I could feel my balls tighten, wanting to release their bounty across the stall. I got myself in a good rhythm, and brought myself to the brink when I stopped. Tightly squeezing my cock at the base, I kept my load inside, teasing myself. I had to shave first before I lost my erection.
I grabbed the triple-bladed razor and started with my ass. Having consistently shaved my nether regions, I only needed to make a few passes to clean up whatever stubble had grown back. I stood back up and started to put the edge on one of my bikini lines when I heard some one calling for me. It was Gail, my gorgeous, but platonic next-door neighbor.
We moved into our new development condos the same weekend. My friends combined with her friends made it a big party, and turned a moving day into a pleasurable experience. There seemed to be a mutual attraction that first day, but by the time our friends left late in the evening, combined with moving exhaustion, neither one of us was ready to make a move on it. Over the next year we realized we were not compatible as a couple, let alone roommates. Plain and simple: she's a slob, I'm a neat-freak; other than boring aerobics and pilates, she's not athletic in the least sense, while I can't play enough sports; she needs a lot of attention, and I travel a lot for business. Regardless of our differences, we had a solid friendship, and enjoyed each others company, and nothing further, until now.
"Jack? Jack where are?" she called, in my leg cramped state I did not lock the front door and she must have let herself in. "I need to borrow your can opener. I seemed to have lost mine again," she yelled out. Actually she had already lost one of hers before, and one of mine; don't ask me how.
I did not want her to find me because of my obvious compromising position. I was hoping she'd hear the shower and get the hint. When I heard her call for me again I realized I left both my bedroom and bathroom doors open. With the angle of my mirrored closet doors aiming at the clear glass enclosures of the shower stall, I could easily be seen as soon as she hit the bedroom entry. Just when I dropped the razor and exited the stall to try and wrap a towel around myself, she saw me.
I was somewhat hunched over, my hard cock pointing skyward and its tight ball sac forming a foundation to perch from, both covered in shaving cream. The cock slit was in plain view as my leakage of pre-cum had cleaned it off. I had just finished one side of my bikini lines, so I had a half cream-covered pubic mound. After she took in my manhood, I blushed as our eyes met. A Cheshire-cat smile spanned her face. Sing-songingly she called me: "Jack, you're such a big boy. I never knew what you were packing under your Lycra shorts every time you went riding. Silly me, I was always focused on that tight ass of yours." She approached me, her eyes burning with lust, and unconsciously licked her lips.
"I, uh, I, …," I was stunned, but could feel my cock swell with another rush of blood as it knew what it wanted. Now standing at the bathroom door, she was reveling in all that I had to offer. She was bare-foot and wearing a light and flimsy mid-thigh length sundress that buttoned from the chest all the way down the front. Not that she had it buttoned as about three buttons on the top and two from the bottom were unattached. Her good sized breasts did not appear to be in a bra, and her tan legs revealed she had recently been lying out at the community pool. "You, ah, you seemed . . ." I stuttered out before she cut me off.
"And what's with the shaving cream, pretty-boy. How'd you know I liked my fuck-boys smooth?" Walking into the bathroom, she passed me carrying the can opener. Placing it under my chin, she used it to stand me straight up. She lowered the toilet seat, and sat down opposite of the shower. Crossing her legs she flashed me a hint of hot pink panties. "Please, don't let me interrupt. Finish. Don't pay any attention to little ol' me," she said coyly as she grabbed the shower door, "Let's just leave the door open."
I complied but was still in a state of shock. I picked up the razor with a trembling hand and tried to finish my other bikini line. After two passes that were somewhat ineffective, I looked up at her to see she had unfastened the remaining buttons and was massaging her pussy through her satiny pink panties with one hand, and gently caressing her breasts with the other. It was this slap into reality that I needed to get my mind where it should be, and I let a moan of approval at her display. I started shaving my balls, using long slow strokes from back underneath up to the base of my cock. I made sure to look her in the eyes as I dragged the razor across my sac. Her hand motion on her satin-covered pussy was still slow, but more forceful as she dug her fingers into her gash. A wet spot was rapidly forming and expanding under her fingers as her pussy leaked its juice. I placed the razor against my cock's base and lightly shaved off the small amount of stubble, leaving my cock silky smooth. Placing the razor down, I worked the remaining cream into my newly shaved areas. Slowly jacking my cock, we stared into each others eyes as my hand angled it straight up my belly. Gail grabbed her panties and pinched them to ride inside her soaking gash. Pulling them tight against her pussy, she wedged them so far in that her outer lips enveloped the material, making part of them unseen. Her gyrations seemed to be focused on rubbing her clit. She let go of her breast, and with her free hand pulled her panties out and to one side and pushing a finger into her velvet tunnel. Her other hand's fingers slowly stroked her clit's hood, playing peek-a-boo to my eyes with its little hidden nub. In a deliberate pace of in and out, her finger became shiny wet; my hand had a vise grip on my cock, pumping at a good pace. I had to fuck her, so I grabbed the shower head to rinse off.
"Hey wait a minute; it looks like you missed a couple spots. You need a little help." She stood; dropping the dress off her shoulders, and took the razor in her hand. Stepping into the shower she grabbed the can of gel, and sprayed some on her hand. She smoothed it on the missed spots of my bikini line, and then surprised me by reaching under and smearing the remainder over my ass. Looking in my eye she whispered, "We can't forget back there, now can we." Enjoying her touch, I didn't tell her I already had done that part, and just parted my legs to her delight. Bringing her creamy hand to the front, she took hold of my cock and wrapped her fingers around its substantial girth. "OH," her eyes lit up, "you are a big boy. Such a handful." Barely touching my cock, she stroked its shaft a few times. "Ready?"
I nodded, and with a perfect touch, she shaved a path down my hip to the base of my cock. Sinking down to her knees, she expertly shaved the rest of my bikini area. Carefully rinsing my front, she wrapped her fingers around me again, pulled my cock down so it was pointing right at her mouth and gave my slit a gentle lick, letting a string of spit and pre-cum connect her tongue to my cock head. "MMM, tastes good." Her fingers dragged themselves in my ass crack. "We need to finish back here. Turn around and grab your ankles boy." My true uninhibited lustful nature was in full command as I did what she requested.
I stared at her through my legs as she studied my ass in all its glory. Her tongue ever so slightly hanging out her mouth as her hands fondled my firm and muscular cheeks. "Do you like what you see, cause I like what I see," I told her. Squatting like a catcher, her pussy had hypnotized me. My eyes had become fixed on her soaked panties showing a silhouette of engorged pussy lips.
