As I said before, I am not a tease. On Sunday evening when Steve showed up at my door I already knew he was going to be generously rewarded for his dedication to my needs out in that dormitory parking lot on Monday evening. I just didn't expect my evening to turn out quite like it did. Lucy was working her usual shift and I didn't expect her home until midnight.
One of my famous meatloaves was waiting in the oven, potatoes were boiling on the stove waiting to be mashed and a salad was already on the table when the doorbell rang. My plan was to serve Steve a nice warm, home cooked meal and then, for dessert I intended to offer him all the warm, sweet pussy he could handle. I hadn't shaved all week in anticipation of this evening. The dark fur on my belly was beginning to grow back and my wonderful new landing strip was beginning to look more like a sad, neglected little weed patch. How could any young man ever hope to come in for a smooth landing if he couldn't properly find his way, I asked myself as I dressed for the evening and appraised my appearance. I refused to wear the same outfit twice with the young man and my personal wardrobe was still rather limited when it came to the sexy sort of rags that young men found appealing so I did the only thing I could do, I raided Lucy's closet again. She has excellent taste, as I had already discovered, and I was able to find a sweet little bright green mini-dress just begging for me to try it on. I borrowed the black pumps I had worn to the frat party and stood admiring how I looked in the mirror before getting on with the preparations for my young gentleman caller. I suppose there aren't many sixty-one year-old grandmothers who can pull off wearing their granddaughter's hottest outfits but I could -- and believe me, I was grateful.
"Hi, Steve! Come in, please," I greeted my gentleman caller.
Steve grinned nervously and came in. "Hi," was all he said.
"Glad you could come," I said warmly, "Whatcha got there?"
I was looking at the small black travel kit in his hand.
"Oh, this," he said, lifting the bag up to eye level, "Well you asked me if I was any good with a razor last week and I decided I'd show you just how good I can be."
This young man was showing initiative. I admired that in handsome young men, especially when they had thoroughly improper intentions regarding little ol' me.
"Ooh," I purred, "I can hardly wait!" The thought of this young man shaving my legs and trimming that little spot where all those eager young tourists would be landing excited me much more than it should have. I was already anticipating the soft prodding of his slender fingers upon my pussy as he spread my sensitive cuntlips. With an abrupt shock, I realized that I had gone
six whole days
without a single young cock. Until this very moment I didn't realize I'd even been counting. It didn't take long for me to realize I was cock-starved. This was an entirely new predicament for me. I was in trouble! I was absolutely positive I couldn't chew my way through a single slice of meatloaf or swallow a single bite of mashed potatoes in my current state. There was a tingling, quivering sensation running up the insides of my tender thighs and it ended in a jarring crush of excitement somewhere deep in my belly. I had to do something. That 'something' positively needed to include a serious bell-ringing for me -- and
soon
. My mind went to work hastily on a change in my plan.
"Steve, I have a lovely dinner waiting for us but, you know, I've started wondering -- now that I see how serious you are about trimming back my little thicket and smoothing out my legs -- maybe we ought to switch things up a little. I haven't shaved all-l-l week" I announced as I drew my hands slowly up over my legs and hips and carefully brought my palms to rest across my belly before adding, "I've been waiting for tonight - and you."
It was all I could do to keep from taking lewd swipes at my quivering little pussy right there in front of him. His face lit up instantly but he remained silent even though I waited for him to respond. Finally I spoke, "I have a very special dessert prepared just for you. Would you like to start with dessert? I think you'll really enjoy it."
Steve stared at my hands resting upon my lower belly for one, long excruciating moment and finally asked, "What did you fix?"
"Well, I'd like to surprise you with it but I will tell you that you'd better prepare your equipment first," I told him coyly. "You can begin doing that while I make sure dinner doesn't burn."
I quickly led him down the hall to the bathroom and motioned for him to prepare his razor, scissors and whatever else he'd brought.
"You get set up and I'll be back with dessert," I said with a knowing smile.
I hurried to the kitchen, turned off the oven and the burner under the potatoes and slipped our salad back in the refrigerator. Before returning to the bathroom I took a moment to slip my panties off and leave them on Steve's dinnerplate. He was entitled to an appetizer, I thought. I also lubricated my pussy - just to be ready.
"Hope I wasn't gone too long," I announced from the bathroom doorway.
Steve sort of frowned and asked, "Where's dessert?"
Clearly he hadn't been following the hidden meaning in my innuendo. That was okay. I was prepared to be quite explicit and there was no sense in wasting any more time.
With him seated on the small dressing stool near the vanity, I approached him, my palms flat and low on my belly once more. I paused until our eyes fell to my hands.
"Here is your dessert, Steve. I hope you enjoy every little bit of it."
My fingers clutched at the material and I pulled the hem of the little minidress up to reveal my bare little pussy. Steve's eyes lit up and he stared for a long moment before speaking.
"Oh, Febe! You're a commando! Wow!" he gasped.
I didn't know what being a commando meant but I could tell he liked commandos. I suspected being a commando might just be a good thing but I wasn't prepared to find out what it involved at the moment. I could hear a bell ringing faintly in the distance and I wanted to hear it up close and ever so personal. I wanted the clapper to that bell to reverberate throughout my whole body.
"Shall I sit here for you?" I asked before hiking my dress up to my waist and sitting on the towel he had spread on the counter.
Things began to happen so rapidly then that I sort of lost track of time. He slipped the black pumps off my feet in an instant and before long he was running a warm wash cloth over my legs. Steve took every opportunity to stroke my legs, my belly, my pussy and, shameless at it may be, I encouraged him at every turn. I rested my heels on his shoulders and began to roll my hips slowly so that he could see my pussy opening and closing right in front of him. I got worried and stopped that though, when I realized how distracting it might be for a horny young man who was running a sharp razor over my slender legs. Instead, I just let him stare at it as he went about making my inner thighs as smooth as a baby's bottom.
