Crystal turned around after closing the bedroom door and walked slowly towards the bed; she wore a tight fitting lemon top with a deep yellow frilly edging and nothing else. Sitting on the edge of her bed was a man forty years her senior and, apart from a look of wonderment, wore nothing else either. His eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only, Crystal's naked mound. Her eyes were also focused on one thing and one thing only, his erection. It stood strong and firm, reaching way past his belly button. It surprised her; it always did. She had always thought that men of his age had difficulty in getting an erection; not Arthur. His stood to attention proudly in her presence.
She came to a halt directly in front of him. Arthur shook slightly. He always did when seeing her in this state. Sometimes she feared for him, he was sixty five, and she wondered if the sight of her nakedness was too much for his heart. But Arthur was a fit man, he enjoyed walking and it kept him strong and healthy.
"May I?" he asked as he reached out with his shaky hand.
She smiled. She loved his polite, gentlemanly ways. "Of course you can."
His fingers stretched out and his fingertips alighted gently on her mound. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. "You have the most beautiful vulva I have ever seen."
Crystal smiled again. She loved his old fashioned terminology. Arthur still had his good looks and a twinkle in his eye. She imagined that he would have been very handsome in his younger years and would have encountered many vulvas. The younger men that she had encountered in her life had paid scant attention to hers. Even Alan, her husband, had never treated it the way that Arthur did. He worshipped it. Crystal liked that.
She stood still allowing his finger tips to explore the flesh of her mound. He was gentle and respectful. Most men would push their fingers between her labia lips and rush to find her entrance, not Arthur. He took his time.
"May I?" he asked as his fingers came to halt on the edge of her puffy lips.
"Of course you can."
His fingers still shook as they slid up and down between her very warm lips. She could feel her own wetness now. "You're getting rather bristly again. Has Alan been neglectful?"
Crystal nodded. She was getting quite aroused now.
"I could... "
"That would be very kind of you," she interrupted with slight quiver in her voice. "If, it's not too much trouble, that is?"
He shook his head. "My sweet, it would never be too much trouble to do that for you."
"You know where everything is, don't you?"
Arthur nodded as he stood up. His erection touched her tummy in the process, and she felt the wetness of its tip. There was a moment of hesitancy as they stood close together. Most men would have grabbed her and pushed her back on the bed; Alan certainly would have, but Arthur was different. His hands did gently take hold of her arms, but it was only to move her aside. He was a gentleman and would never force himself upon her. She watched him go into the en-suite bathroom and dropped her hand to her mound to touch herself. She was in a high state of arousal now.
Crystal pulled her hand away as Arthur returned. Over his arm was a large, white bath towel and in his hand were all the items necessary. Alan did like to shave her and he shaved her regularly, but there was something special about Arthur doing it. It wasn't just the fact that he was not her husband and shouldn't even be touching her so intimately, it was also because he did it differently than Alan. For Alan, she would lie flat on her back with knees raised and legs spread wide but for Arthur she first knelt on her knees with bottom raised and labia jutting out. "This position better suits your lovely labia," he had told that first time.
Crystal didn't care which position he did it in; she just enjoyed displaying her most intimate parts to him and enjoying his attention. Alan preferred to use shaving foam but Arthur's preference was gel. He liked to work up a nice lather with his fingers and then shave her. He shaved her slowly and gently, making sure that the area around her anus was also well shaved, before taking a warm cloth to her and washing her thoroughly before drying her. After that he would make her turn over so that he could attend to the front of her mound. By the time he was finished Crystal was very aroused.
Arthur also did something that Alan never did when he had finished; Arthur would get the small mirror from her dressing table and hold it between her legs so that she could inspect herself. As always she took her time so that Arthur could also get the pleasure of seeing her inspect herself. Like he always did as well, he asked, "Is this done to Madam's satisfaction."
Crystal ran her fingers over her private parts once again. As always, it was perfectly done. "You always do this better than any other man," she teased as she sat up.
Arthur stood with the mirror still in his hand as Crystal sat up. There was an expectant look on his face. Crystal looked at his erection; its veins stood out almost to bursting point and there was pre-cum forming around its tip. She reached out with her hand and took hold of it.
"Alan's been neglectful in other areas as well," she said softly, feeling his erection twitch in her hand.
"That's such a shame," he sighed. "Would you like to tell me about it, my pretty?"
She looked up at him coquettishly. "It's been five days now."
"Five days since... "
