If you give a girl a golden shower, she might want a tossed salad to go with it.
So after you finish urinating on her, standing like a boy, spreading your pussy lips and firing away at her pretty face and bouncy creamy white breasts, she'll ask for you to shave her pussy. You'll have a great time doing it, and then she'll have fun shaving yours.
You'll tell her how happy you are that you got together, which will remind her of how you first met that very afternoon. You found each other in the new swinger's Laundromat, which you just read about in the local paper, and she recently drove by, only because she just happened to have missed her street. You, being into red head girls with nice round asses, since you were fourteen, noticed her looking at you. And not only were her locks a nice glowing ember auburn, it was an artfully tamed chaos of hair. Covering her body was a low necked lavender sweater she wore over a tight pair of cacky slacks. You found out later on that she was with only one other woman before you, which will make you even hungrier for her.
There in the singles Laundromat, you had your black hair tied back with your favorite purple and pink striped scrunchy. You had just a tiny bit of mascara on, a little less than usual eye liner and that watermelon lip gloss you like so much. Your smile, as usual, was irresistible. The rest of you was covered up in a loose red sweat shirt, with no bra supporting your gently sloping c's, and you put on those worn pair of Sasoon jeans you bought at the Good Will store three weeks ago, the ones that accentuated your already banging ass.
After at least three hours of conversation and flirtation, you drove your laundry to her place, where she said she'd help you fold it all. She lived just a block away. After you followed her up the stairs, discreetly sniffing her ass as she hiked the steps ahead of you, you sat and you talked and you folded your clothes with her. After another few minutes or so of increasingly intimate conversation, you suggested that you both fold the remaining clothes without any clothes on. So your new friend, smiling brightly, shrugged and said sure, why not?
So you got undressed while she went to get you a big glass of water. Red returned, seeing that you've made yourself completely naked, and remarked at how hot your body is. You said thanks, set aside your folded street clothes in a neat pile away from the stacks of newly washed and folded laundry, and took a long, cool drink. You put the drink down on to the coffee table, and leveled your eyes on her expectantly. So she undressed in front of you, thrilling you with her perfect body, then she gathered the pile and carried it off to her bed room. Seconds later, she strut back to her seat across from you. You scrutinized her buoyantly conical d cup breasts, and told her how much you admired them, especially their rosy pink silver dollar sized areolas and their firm half inch nipples.
SHE giggled and blushed, partly because of your compliment, and partly because of what she saw thriving between your open legs, the glistening droplets of honey suckle dew that formed down the length of the hairs that covered either side of your slit. YOU laughed along, and the good time you're having reminded her of those pre-teen sleep overs that led to sneaking into her dad's porn flicks and into her mom's sex toy box under their bed, and how she and her girl friends learned about those mysterious new feelings that hid behind their sprouting muffs.
Eventually, all of your laundry was folded and put back in its baskets. You finished the glass of water while she returned her laundered clothes to their proper places. She returned, and offered you another glass full. You said that you'd had enough, but she insisted. You recalled an earlier part of your conversation, and you realized that you should just play along.