It was 9 o'clock in the evening. I was just back from a hectic day at work. It was Friday evening and the thought of a relaxing weekend ahead was pleasing. Nothing much was planned for the weekend -- except for a sightseeing trip with my colleague Sharon. We had planned to see around the city -- this being our first weekend in Berlin. And I was looking forward to the outing.
Just as I was planning to change into my night clothes, the door bell rang. Wondering who could have come calling at this hour, I went to the door. Well, no surprises -- it was Sharon, the only person I knew in the entire city.
"Hey, what's up Sharon? Why are you looking a bit dull? You were cheerful some 15 minutes back when we were planning to for our trip. Come on in," I said to her.
Sharon walked in -- she was looking pretty in her formal ensemble -- a nice black shirt and some great formal trousers.
"I'll get you some juice. You sit down in the drawing room," I told her.
I entered the drawing room with 2 glasses full of apple juice and gave one to her.
I said, "So, what the problem Sharon?" S
he replied, "Well, Steve, just after going back to my room I was checking up what dress could I wear on the trip tomorrow."
"And what did you narrow down on?" I asked.
"I am thinking about wearing my pretty sleeveless t-shirt. I thought I would look great in this pink tee, wouldn't I?"
Well, it was indeed smart and Sharon would definitely look pretty in that one. Wanting to cheer her up, I said "Sharon, you would look great in that."
"Well, just great??" Sharon asked.
"Well, not just great, you would look a bit hot as well!!" I replied. "But then, why are you so dull?"
She replied "I have a small problem. This t-shirt would go well with me if my armpits were shaved. Sleeveless shirts deserve clean armpits. But the problem is they aren't clean and shaven and I don't want to miss a chance to wear the shirt."
Not getting the whole point, I replied "Haven't you got a shaving razor? You could shave off that hair tomorrow morning before we start. Or do you usually do it at the parlour?"
She replied, "No Steve, I do it at home itself. But the thing is that I haven't bought my razor, I forgot it back at home. And now it's too late to get one from the shop, they must have closed."
I replied, "Well well. That should not be a problem at all."
Sharon asked, "And why is it so?"
I replied "Because I could lend you one" with a smile of my face.
"Could you manage with a guy's razor for a day? That would solve your problem and you can wear that hot tee tomorrow? What do you say?"
Sharon's face lit up a little, but not yet completely. "Steve, the razor can take off the hair. But then I don't know how to use a guy's razor."
"That complicates things a bit" I replied.
Being as alert as she always was, Sharon replied "There's one way out."
"And what is that??" I asked.
A bit sheepishly she replied, "Can you help me shave off my armpits today?? Please Steve, if you could do it, I would be thankful to you. It won't take more than 5 minutes."
Not wanting to let her down, I replied "Ok. I'll do it. Hope you don't mind it."
"I won't," she replied and she was back to her cheerful own self.
I went back to my bedroom and came back with my razor. "Come Sharon, let's do it quickly." I told her.
"And where do we do it?" she asked.
"Well, I have never done this before -- helping a girl with shaving her armpits. But we will try to do it like I shave my armpits."
She replied, "And how do you do it?"
"Well, I just stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom; put my one hand up like I'm being punished and then shave off the hair. I think we can do it the same way."
"Yah, you are right. Let's do it that way only."
"But before we go to the bathroom, I think it's better that you remove your shirt here itself" I told her. Winking at her, I said "And I hope you are wearing a bra!! And hope you don't mind me seeing you in one!!"
"Oh come on Steve. You are the one who is helping me out. And how can you clean that off with me in the shirt" she replied.
With this Sharon started taking off her shirt. Unhooking one button at a time, she looked seductive. The third one gave her some problem. Not wanting her to struggle for some more time, I asked "Shall I help you with that?"
"Oh Steve, that would be so great of you."
She replied. "Well sweetie, just sit down here." I told her. Keeping aside the razor, I started unhooking the button. It was just below her breasts. With the top two buttons off, her tender breasts touched my hand. A shiver ran down my spine!!
Not letting it interrupt me, I finally managed to remove that one. The last 2 were not of any trouble and finally the shirt was open. I was staring at her navel which looked so small. It was oval in shape and I wanted to touch it. My desire got the better of me and I blurted out, "Hey Sharon. You got a nice navel."
"Thank you!!" she replied.
"Can I touch it??" I asked.
I don't know where these words came from. I was losing control looking at her tan brown skin and attractive navel. But Sharon replied, "Maybe after you complete the task. Let's focus on the task at hand and then you get to touch her."
Well, the instinct after taking off the buttons of any shirt is to take it off the body. And I just did that. But it was not my shirt -- it was Sharon's. I pushed the shirt on her back and pulled it down her arms, touching her gently. She was warm. Her hands were soft. But I couldn't touch them for long.
With the shirt off, she sat there -- looking pretty in a maroon bra. I asked her, "Hey Sharon. Don't girls wear a bra of the same colour as that of their top?"
"Well, they do. But I didn't have a black demi cup bra. So I thought I'll wear this one" she replied.
With no knowledge about bra's, I asked her "And what is a demi cup bra?"
"Well, Demi mean half. So a demi cup bra is one which covers half my breasts. Come, let me show you."
She took my hand in hers and touched them on the edge of the bra. Sometimes it touched her soft and fluffy breasts and I wriggled on my seat. "There you see. It's just about covering half of my breasts, like a half moon. It just about covers the nipples" she said.
Not knowing what to say, I replied "Nice bra Sharon."
She replied, "Thanks. And by the way, would you mind coming with me tomorrow after our trip. I'm planning to check out some undies."
"I'm game." I replied.
"Great!!" she said.
Getting back on track, I told her "So Sharon, let's have a look at your bush."
Only after saying this did I realise that I had picked up the wrong word. Sharon replied quickly, "Steve, I hope you know where a bush is!!"
Feigning ignorance, I replied "I thought it's here" pointing at her armpits.
She replied, "Well dear, you are wrong. I'll show you where the bush is."