Emma, oh my, she felt so wonderful to be inside; like a hot velvet glove along the entire length of my penis. I sometimes think that it's as close to heaven as I may get. I was looking down at her, face to face, alternately looking directly into her eyes, her mouth, breasts and down along her body to see between her legs where my penis entered her body. I was ever so slowly lifting and lowering my lower body onto hers and watching my penis appear and then disappear into her warmth. I like to watch her pupils dilate and her eyelids droop as I push in and then pull out of her. At times, I'll push in all the way and just stay like that, especially when I am about to have my orgasm. I think of staying motionless, connected and buried inside her, as soaking.
She was naked as the day she was born; including her mons and everything below that was entirely devoid of hair. This was a fairly new experience for the both of us because I had just recently convinced her to have all of her hair permanently removed. It had taken us five trips to the technician and I had had to pay extra and deal with the questioning looks in order to sit with her as she had her hair removed.
We had held hands and thought about the fun we were going to have as the laser did its job. Gone were the days of razor stubble, the shaving and gone was any pretense of letting her hair grow back. I liked the look of her this way and especially liked the feel and taste of her lips with no stubble against my tongue. I knew that eventually her husband would ask her why she had started shaving and he might ask her to let it grow back. But we committed to something that could not be undone and she would have to think about some sort of an explanation when he eventually asked. I like to consider how the conversation would go between them and I definitely like to hear her tell me how she thought it would go.
I stopped moving inside her, started soaking and asked "Emma, suppose he asks why you shave your pussy. I could tell that she was surprised since her vagina gave a sudden clench and her quick breath intake; I think that she was surprised by my question and my use of "pussy". What will you tell him?" I liked to stay still inside her and soak while we talked, with our bodies connected just like so. Her legs were stretched on either side of me, with our legs touching ever so slightly but our genitals in full contact.
"You know that he's already asked me that and that I've told him that I love the feel of satin panties on my clitoris and lips. I can feel the fabric against me like I never could before. Had I know about this, I would have done this many years ago; although, then we wouldn't have been able to do it together. I told him that I just wanted to have a change."
"So you like the feeling then, a lot?"