Freshly shaven... I can't get the image of you standing in the hot, steamy water, cock pulled to the side, razor in hand.
So I thought Id give you a little visualization of my own...
Home in the afternoon, by myself, early for these reasons.
I've stripped down already into just my bra and panties and begin to think about how sensual it would be to shave myself. I've always kept my pubes natural. You've stoked my imagination now you know, and the thought of describing this to you is an incredible turn-on.
In the mirror, I pull my panties to the side. Yes, I'm unshorn, the hair is wispy and silky. It covers my mound in golden ringlets. Turning around and bending over I see it spilling over either edge of the elastic. I pull my panties down to reveal the fine wisps trailing delicately up my ass crack.
I close the bathroom door, slip out of my bra and panties and dress in a silk lavender robe, watching myself. I turn on the hot water and pull the drain plug up. While the tub fills with warm water I begin to assemble the articles I'll need...
A steaming washcloth, razor and shaving gel, scissors, a hand held mirror.
The tub is filling with water and the steam is filling the air around me, the mists floating heavily, fogging the mirror. The anticipation of what I'm about to do is building up. My cunt involuntarily spasms and my thighs are trembling.
In my mind's eye I can't help but think what a dirty little slut I am, doing this so privately with you on my mind and I wonder if you'll like this look on me.
The water is filled a quarter of the way up and I position myself on the side of the tub, feet dipping into the warmth. Loosening the belt on my robe, it falls open, revealing my beautiful breasts. I let my knees fall open as well.
One hand squeezing my breast and the other holding a glass of wine, I close my eyes and sip...
Where are you?
You know I treasure these afternoons I spend by myself...
My thighs are spread apart and I pick up the mirror to examine myself. Running my hand over my mound and twirling the silken pubes, tugging here and there, tangling them in my fingertips. Picking up the scissors, pulling forward a tiny clump, I snip and let the hair fall into the tub water. Again, like spun silk, the thick golden clumps of hair drop into the water. Trimming as close as I can get until I'm satisfied with the look...
It's a new look for me and I'm excited to see pinker flesh and glistening wet between the folds of skin. I can't help but slip a finger into my slit and up, bringing that delicious wetness to my lips, tasting myself.
Next I take the hot, wet washcloth, placing it over my mound. The temperature immediately makes my nipples stiffen and the urge to piss washes over me. I set the little mirror up on the opposite edge of the tub affording me a perfect view of my pussy. A little gel in my hand, lathering between my palms, gently I apply it to the damp flesh, rubbing in small circles until I'm covered completely with the soapy foam.
I am so naughty to do this. I can feel myself breathing harder. Picking up the razor in my trembling fingers, pulling my skin taut...
With the first pass of the blade over my tender flesh, I'm distracted by a noise coming from the direction of the bathroom door.