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Part 4
Once back in Brussels we continued, in a much more seriously detailed manner, the conversation we had started during our week-end away - whether to combine our lives in a more practical fashion, and if so in which of our two separate apartments should we live. We both had relatively long leases, so would have the same problem of breaking one whichever we chose, and although my apartment was undoubtedly larger, Vida’s had a far more pleasant outlook. However, in the end the convenience and usefulness of additional space won out over pretty views.
That decision having been made, Vida put the word out amongst her friends and contacts that her apartment could be available and within a week or two she had found a woman who, having recently separated from her husband was actually quite desperate for a place of her own. So, as she had impeccable references the lease transfer turned out to be hardly any problem at all and within a matter of days Vida began the always difficult process of sorting and packing her possessions and then selling some furniture and moving those pieces that were most precious to her, in with mine.
We had also agreed that we should continue to resist the temptation to show-off any of our additional purchases we had each separately made from Joanna’s shop on the Monday of our brief holiday, until we had the time and opportunity for a long, quiet evening at home. And as the combination of our return to day-to-day work and then the planning of the details of Vida’s move kept us busy, it was actually several weeks before such an opportunity presented itself. And as neither of us knew exactly what it was that the other had purchased that meant there was often a pleasantly underlying air of anticipatory tension hanging in the air between us.
Not that we deprived ourselves of our own style of sexual foreplay - far from it! And the fact that my absolutely all-time favourite piece of body decoration - Vida’s fine-pointed arrow-head of pubic hair - had been re-created, in itself ensured that I would be more than eager for any opportunity to both see, and get intimately close to it!
Of course I had both welcomed and celebrated its return that very first night, the Saturday, asking Vida to wear her most transparent panties beneath whatever she planned to wear for dinner that evening. Which she agreed to with the proviso that I wear something she would find just as appealing. So as we dined we enjoyed the knowledge that beneath our conventional, outer attire, each was making a display that would soon be the trigger for own brand of mutual enjoyment. And once on our way back to our room we both eagerly anticipated the moment when we would get around to showing off to each other not only the particular underwear we had selected, but also what it contained.
In my case I had chosen a pair of panties made from some sort of light burgundy coloured man-made fibre; it was slickly shiny, and although fitting me snugly, was sufficiently stretchy that I knew that as my cock grew to its full size it would cling with dramatically shape-fitting closeness. Of course the fact that Joanna had given me a much closer shave than I had ever previously experienced had meant that from the very first moment I pulled them on I had been getting the most amazingly sensuous tactile thrills from the feel of having the slippery fabric next to my skin.
The combination of those, plus the thoughts of what Vida might actually be wearing beneath her dress had kept me in an almost permanent state of excited semi-arousal for much of the time it took us to have dinner, and with the prospect of the unveiling being only minutes away, as we returned to our room I felt the crotch of my panties stretching as my cock began further lengthening and stiffening itself.
However, remembering one of the things Vida had said while Joanna had been shaving me - that she really liked seeing the actual engorging process in action - I found myself hoping that my cock would still have something in reserve, so that when we got around to stripping off I could watch her reaction when she was able to see at least its final upwardly jerking movements.
So once we closed the door behind us I ignored our usual practice of heightening our mutual sense of anticipation by each slowly helping the other out of their clothes, and having taken her through to the bedroom quickly began to get rid of mine. Vida took the hint and began doing likewise, and of course she was very much quicker, and when I saw what dainties she had been hiding from me all evening - I gasped with quite undisguised astonishment!
She had obviously kept my request in mind, that she should wear something that would best show off her freshly trimmed decoration, and what she had chosen was not only that, but also something completely new to me. It was perhaps the skimpiest set of bra and panties I had ever seen her in and apart from the amount of what appeared to be no more than some sort of ultra-fine net being absolutely minimal, its colour was neutral - ‘no-colour’ - and so if it hadn’t been for the slight marks where the edges pressed down into her skin I could have easily been convinced that she was actually naked.
But in spite of there being such a large area of her delectable body on display, of course the only detail I really focussed on was that much-missed part of her; the fine-pointed arrow-head of pubic hair. The almost colourless net that covered it may have marginally reduced the contrast between it and the creamy paleness of her skin, but by so little that it could be all but discounted - well right then, and at least in my eyes it could! The freshly shaved outline was crisply clear, and the shape virtually identical to the one I had been carrying in my memory for the previous ten years. And although I had still always enjoyed burying my head between her thighs, and in the weeks we had been reunited had spent many, many hours ‘down there’, I knew that the return of that iconic decoration would see me spending even more of my time doing that - ‘worshipping at the shrine’ of her breathtakingly sublime sex.
By then I had, luckily, pushed down my trousers and had been in the act of stepping our of them as her dress fell to the floor, so she really couldn’t help seeing for herself just how powerfully the sight of her had affected me. And from the way her eyes widened as she saw my all-too predictable reaction, it seemed that her enjoyment at seeing the bulge in my panties suddenly jerking to reinvigorated life, was just as intense as mine was in seeing her in those flimsies.
The effect of the sight of that long-missed arrow-head was so incredibly strong I completely ignored all the usual niceties Vida and I normally went through before we proceeded to the more serious parts of our love-making; holding, kissing, caressing, and of course the equally powerful, continuingly slow building of our individual anticipation. Instead, I simply pushed her down on to the side of the bed, spread her legs wide apart and knelt between them.
At first I did nothing more than kneel there; gazing at her, at her mound, the arrow-head of hair, and the obviously already moistly pouting pussy-lips beneath it. Although there were many times when I might have debated whether it was her face that was the single most beautiful part of her, or perhaps it was either her breasts or her legs; right then it was perfectly clear, that for me, this was without any doubt not only the most sexually exciting part, but also the most beautiful!
