I followed her like a lost puppy, all the time admiring her naked body and especially how her gorgeous bum moved as she walked.
In the bathroom, she turned around, and once more grabbed my pointing hard cock. She looked down at it and said.
"Right, we have to make sure you are all fresh and a bit more presentable for the everyone."
I too looked down at her hand gripping my hard and hairy cock. She looked at the walk-in shower then letting go of me, she handed me a pair of scissors, a Gillette razor and a flannel. Carrying all the items, I walked over to the shower, and was about to enter it when she quickly said.
"No, not yet. Come and stand here."
She had me stand next to the bath and then she sidled up next to me. She stroked the top of my arm and all the way down my body to my cock with the back of her hand, while looking at my face to watch my facial expressions. She then picked up a small plastic waste bag from the table by the bath and told me, "Cut it short, and put the hair in this bag."
I wouldn't say I had a lot of pubic hair, but I stood where she told me to, and started to trim my bush using the scissors. I managed to get it down to a stubble, putting the cut off each time into the bag.
All the time, as she watched me, we continued with small talk and I asked about her breast tattoos. She told me that she got them while on an all-girl holiday many years ago, before she got married. I said that they looked so sexy, and asked if I could touch one.
She grabbed one of my hands. Using the back of my fingers, she guided my hand to stroke over her tattoo and down to her nipple. When I got to that gorgeous little nub of womanhood, I couldn't help myself. OMG her breast felt so soft, her skin was cold to the touch, and her nipple stuck out hard as I touched it. With the back of my hand stroking her, I gently squeezed her nipple between two of my fingers, making her drop her head back, moan and close her eyes.
This mature woman was pure sex. I was so horny. I wanted to fuck her, and wondered how I would go about doing that, but she quickly regained her composure, and smiled as she pulled my hand from her body.
She changed the subject back to me preparing myself for the party, telling me to cut the hair under my balls as well.
I did as she said straight away, finding and cutting off little wisps of hair. It didn't take long until I thought I had finished. Claire bent down, and with her hands on my hips, she made me do a twirl. The lack of hair made my hard cock look like it was sticking out even more from my body. Smiling, she said.
"Nearly done. That's looking a lot better. I can now see all of your proud little cock and balls, all hard and ready to play."