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.