It's another Saturday morning, and I wake at the normal time, naked and happy I don't have to work. I recall the dream I had. We finally kissed. Full-on kissing. And I think, wow, he's a good kisser. Almost too good, but that's what dreams are for.
I'm getting a little turned on thinking about him, and I reach down to touch my pussy to pleasure myself. As I slide my hand down to its lips I can feel it's been shaved on the underside and remember what happened the day before...
I was working late and was the only one left in the office. It's in a pretty isolated area, and there are no windows. My plan was to go for a swim right after leaving work. I hadn't trimmed my bikini line and had brought a battery-operated personal groomer, figuring I'd complete the task in the locker room bathroom at the gym. Then I thought about the noise it would make. I decided I could lock myself in the vacant office and do it there.
I grabbed my gym bag and closed the door. I put a towel on the desktop to catch any hair. I had a skirt on that day, so I just removed my panties and jacked up my skirt over my hips and get to the job of removing the growth from the past weeks. It doesn't take long as I'm not all that hairy down there, and it's mostly blonde.
As I was grooming I began to think about him-this man I work with-and wondering if he would still like to eat my pussy if there was hair on it. I figured he probably wouldβhe's old school, but maybe not, who knows. I then decided to pretend that him eating me was a possibility and began shearing away the hair underneath and leaving the hair on the front intact.
Halfway through shaving the right side the door opened. It was him! I was shocked and mortified. I forgot to lock the door. His eyes practically pop out of his head, but he keeps it together, grins, wide and asks, "Baby. What. Are. You. Doing?"
His voice was a mixture of sarcasm, amusement and delight. I was horrified, but managed to say, "Uh...I was getting ready to go swimming and started thinking about you, baby, and got turned on. Things got out of hand. I don't know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have done this here. I should have locked the door."
He smiled and his eyes lit up with mischief.
"Let me help you, baby. You can't even see what you're doing," he said. And he laughed. Loudly.
I was so embarrassed. He must think I'm crazy, I thought, and I realized maybe I am. But he offered to help and that seemed like an even bigger turn on. So I laughed right back at him, but mostly at myself.
"OK, honey," I said, and handed him the trimmer. "Just be really careful, please."
"No worries. I shave myself with a real razor every day and hardly ever cut myself," he said, grinning and winking at me as he sat in the arm chair in front of me and the desk. Then he took my legs and placed each foot on either side of him on the chair. I felt like I was in stirrups.
He turned on the trimmer, and with all seriousness, said, "Let's roll!"
I spread my legs wide, and he touched the vibrating shear to the right side of my pussy where I had left off. It took all I had not to wiggle. I was so horny but still a little mortified to find myself in front of him like this, so vulnerable and scared of getting cut down there.
"Relax," he said, and gently pushed my torso from upright to leaning back on the desk on my elbows. Then he put his left hand on my belly with his thumb just above my clit and pulled up so the skin was taut. (My toes curled at this point and my eyes rolled back in their sockets, but I took a deep breath and watched him go to work.)