I am usually shaved all over. This is a story about being shaved by someone else.
I had a beautiful boyfriend while staying in London in my twenties. I had finished my degree in social work, and I decided to take a break, get some life experience and have an adventure in the UK. I was working in a bar, partying pretty hard and living above a fish and chip shop in Clapham. They were fun times. We were young and keen to experience life.
My boyfriend, Jed, was a Mancunian. From Manchester. He had a gorgeous thick accent, and a raucous sense of humour. He was athletic and slim, always off hiking and cycling in various parts of Europe and England. I sometimes went with him on these adventures and this is an adventure that led to, not just the cycling, but something that gets my juices flowing, even years later, when I think back to this trip.
Back in those days I was slim with long dark hair and perfect boobies, about the size of half oranges, pertly standing out from my chest. A decent handful. I have dark nipples that stand out hard when I am even mildly cold or excited. In those days I wore bras with pretty patterns or lace, but they were always thin fabric, so my nipples would stand out through the fabrics of my bras, my t-shirts and my sweatshirts, giving me a very noticeable sticking out nipple shape that I know caught a lot of attention. In those days I had plenty of dark hair under my arms and on my mound. I had to regularly maintain a shaving or waxing routine to take care of it. That is what eventually led to me being exposed in embarrassing, but highly erotic occasions.
Jed and I took a trip to Cornwall, in the South of England. We had brought our bikes up on the train and set up our base in a cheap but clean hostel. We were cycling or walking every day, around the beautiful coastal areas and dairy farms, and through quaint little towns and finding beaches as we went..
Jed and I sat eating in the hostel's shared dining room after the day's cycle ride that had taken us inland, down country lanes and past wind-exposed moors. We decided that the next day we should make sure that we got to the beach. I was a bit quiet. I hadn't had a chance to shave or wax in a few days and there were dark hairs appearing on my mound, my labia, at the dip at the tops of my thighs and probably at the start of my butt crack. I told this to Jed in hushed tones and I was wondering why he had a large smile on his face and was wiggling his eyebrows at me. Was he excited about seeing the hairs sticking out of my bikini? Because I wasn't! Jed leaned over and whispered, in not super-quiet tones, and in his marvellous accent, that he would love to shave me. All over. And take his sweet time over it, spread my legs, cover me with cream, and getting me perfectly smooth, bit by bit. Jed had shaved parts of me in the shower a couple of times, but this sounded like a highly erotic act, of spreading my legs wide on the bed and being so open and passively inspected.
We went back to the hostel room where we had a small, private room with a double bed, and began to get ready. We had to share the showers and toilets down the hall so I took my things and went to follow Jed's instructions. I was to shave my legs only, as he wanted to shave my under arms and pubis, and I washed everywhere else, excitedly soaping my body and feeling that I was swollen and silky between my legs already.
I entered our small hostel room, excited in anticipation, though tentative about this new experience and what exactly I should do. Jed had prepared towels for me to lie on and some hot water and soap. He instructed me to lie down on the bed.
"No clothes, no cover. Lie down there on your back, and open your legs up nice and slowly for me. Gooood."
I lay on the bed as he had instructed, with my knees on the edge of the bed so that he could easily reach my sexy parts and with my feet dangling over the end. Luckily the temperature was warm, or I might have been too frigid for anything. He began to manoeuvre my knees so that I was exactly where he wanted me. I felt the air on my skin and my nipples stood erect. My legs were wide and my pussy was tingling with all of the sensations of air on my exposed skin, of my growing wetness and the blood rushing to my swollen lips. Jed had stripped down to his briefs and he now took these off too. He could have banged me right there and then, we were both so hot for it and he was hard already. But of course there was more fun to come, in anticipation of the pleasure in his act of sexual service, in our nakedness and in our shared new experience.
"Mmmm, you look so fuckable right now," he said as he took his time looking at me and taking it all in. "Now, put your arms up," he instructed.
I raised my arms and he knelt down on the bed next to me, his penis bobbing around, while he told me to hold one of my boobs up so that he could begin on my under arm. He gently and slowly lathered me and began to carefully shave me there and told me I better keep my legs spread. He did the other side in the same gentle, attentive fashion. Occasionally he would put one of his knees in between my thighs and nuzzle it up to my juicing pussy lips in the pretense of needing to find the right angle to shave me. In this position, his dick was hovering tantalisingly, pointing towards me, a drop of pre-come making its way out of his stretched helmet tip. I was shivering with each touch.
My pussy and legs were facing the door.
"It is locked, isn't it?" I asked suddenly, not remembering if either of us had thought about it.
The thought of someone seeing me, by accident, or on purpose, had always been a secret thrill for me. I had never acted on it, being raised to behave in a lady-like manner. Even my displays of full or partial nakedness with my sexual partners had all been fairly demure, and within the safe confines of a bedroom. But the taboo idea of any kind of naked or partial exposure was at the top of my sexual fantasy list. And here I was flirting with the possibility of it.
"Hang on, babe, I'll check it for you" he said. He carefully moved the bowl of water he was using, hopped up and reached the door. He opened it up, just a crack and quickly peered out.
"No!" I screamed and scrambled up onto my elbows, ready to take cover.
"Don't you move!" he commanded and he held up his forefinger, a warning gesture from someone in authority.
I could feel the slight breeze coming through the door on my skin, and more keenly, on the wetness on my pussy.
"No, No!" I said more quietly, not wanting to attract more attention.
I had frozen at his command with my legs wide open on the bed, so very aware of the spectacle of any passer by; a glimpse of a naked girl, an invitation for the casual passer by to peek, or glance or stare at her youthful, ready body. I was also in consternation that somebody could see me with a hairy pussy!
He laughed a cheeky laugh at my distress, opened the door wide and made a show of, looking around in the hall with his arms wide and a big smile on his face. He then quietly closed the door with an 'I told you so' smirk on his face.
"Ah, but what a sight you are, my lovely!" he mocked, affecting a pirate's jaunt.
