A true account of a happy event often repeated.
We'd been living together in my little flat for a little while. It was where we'd first made love, on a blanket spread out on the living room floor on a sunny afternoon, a wonderful experience. But this story is about our first 'kinky' experience. It was down to me of course, it took a while for me to get up the nerve to make what has come to be known as one of my 'Rude Requests'. Whenever I say these words, Jane looks at me and wonders what weird perversion I'm going to try and coerce her into this time, the poor girl!
I can't remember exactly how I came to slot my idea into the conversation, perhaps it was during one of the baths that we took together, but anyhow it probably went something like this:
'Erm! I've got a bit of rude request to make.' I ask nervously.
'Oh, yes, and what's that then?' Jane replies, wondering what I'm going to say.
'I'd like to shave your pussy, if you'll let me that is?' I ask, taking the plunge and awaiting the answer, or perhaps the slapped face with some trepidation.
'Okay, if you want to. But you've got to be careful down there.' Comes the reply with a laugh and a smile.
'Great, I'll get the stuff.' Relief on my part.