David had a spring in his step after the unexpected visit from Mrs Witherington-Smythe. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an erection let alone physical contact with a woman and at his age it was good to know everything 'down there' was still in working order.
He couldn't help but wonder who the woman was. She was obviously a lady of good breeding and going by her jewellery, pearl necklace, gold watch and bracelet, she was a woman of some means.
He also wondered what she had done when she had left him, considering the state she was in after he'd made such a mess all over her. He assumed she had tidied herself up before returning home but David wasn't sure how she could disguise the damp patches on her clothing.
He was assuming she had a husband or someone else at home and of course he really had no idea of her circumstances. One thing was for sure though, she made a very decent cake. There again, perhaps she had a cook? He would have to wait until Jasmine's next visit to find out more...
Friday soon arrived and Jasmine, as usual, turned up on the dot of one o'clock, "Hello David, I hear you had a visit from Mrs Witherington-Smythe," she said as David opened the front door to let her in.
"I certainly did," David answered wondering just how much Jasmine knew.
"I hope she was gentle with you," Jasmine joked, "I'm afraid she can be rather overbearing sometimes."
"Yes I can imagine that. She tells me you work for her," David said trying to learn more.
"Yes I've worked for her for years. She is actually a really nice person under that rather stern exterior," Jasmine explained.
"She seems a rather well to do sort, is she married?" David probed further.
"Yeah, Reginald, he's much older than Dorian, that's Mrs Witherington-Smythe. I don't often see him, he's a bit of a workaholic, some big cheese in the banking world. He spends weeks away in his flat in London," Jasmine said.
"Must be worth a few bob," David said.
"If you mean money, yeah they're loaded," Jasmine said.
"Showing my age aren't I. Bob was a slang name for a shilling but you're too young to know that," David explained.
"Was that back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth," Jasmine said laughing.
"I'm not quite that old," David said smiling.
"Only joking. Anyway I'd better get on," Jasmine said.
David had the distinct feeling that Jasmine had something more to say as she hesitated before walking away to attend to her duties. He thought perhaps he'd got it wrong until she came out to find him twice during the next hour seemingly wanting to ask something but ending up asking some trivial question to do with her chores.
The third time she came out David had to ask, "You seem on edge Jasmine, is there something on your mind?"
"Oh God this is so awkward," Jasmine said nervously.
"What's up girl?" David said wondering what was wrong.
"It's Dorian, she's put me in such a difficult position, I don't know how to ask," she said looking embarrassed.
"Don't let it worry you, just spit it out. Ask me," David said trying to make it easier for her.
"Well Dorian insisted that I asked if I could shave you," Jasmine said looking David in the eye for recognition of what she meant.
After an awkward silence David suddenly realised what she meant, "Ah, you don't mean my face do you," he said.
"Sorry I shouldn't have said anything, it's just that she can be so insistent sometimes it's difficult to say no to her," Jasmine said.
David was immediately taken back to something Mrs Witherington-Smythe had said which had stuck in his mind. Something like 'we must do something about that' he recalled.
"Well if her Ladyship asks then we should obey shouldn't we?" David said after some thought.
"Are you sure Mr Little?" Jasmine asked with an excited look.
"I don't mind, are you sure you don't mind doing it?" David asked.
"I'd lov... I mean I don't mind," Jasmine said trying not to appear too enthusiastic.
"I suppose we could do it now," David said and looked at his wristwatch, "but times getting on and it might make you late for your next client."
"That's okay, I go to Dorian's when I leave you so I'm sure she'll be fine if I'm late when I tell her why," Jasmine said.
"Okay, so shall we go inside," David said leading the way...
A few minutes later, with instruction from Jasmine, David was laying on his bed naked from the waist down with a towel under his backside. Her eyes had lit up when she had helped him remove his shorts and underpants as she caught sight of his oversized genitalia.
While Jasmine left the room to fetch what she needed David examined himself and realised he had let things go recently. In his younger days he had always kept himself well groomed down below including shaving his scrotum but in recent years it hadn't seemed important.
"Okay then," Jasmine said when she returned with a small bowl of water, razor and soap.
Sitting down on the bed facing away from David's head that was raised on a pillow Jasmine gently lifted his flaccid penis out of the way and proceeded to cover his scrotum with soap. The touch of her warm fingers on his shaft felt so good.
"You will be careful down there won't you," David said when he saw the razor in Jasmine's small hand, "you know, I always used to do it myself."
"Don't worry, you're quite safe in my hands. Just relax Mr Little... Mr Little! That name seems so wrong," Jasmine said momentarily stroking his long shaft.
"Do you want me to hold that out of your way?" David said referring to his penis, knowing it would soon be holding itself out of the way if Jasmine continued to stimulate it.
"No no I can manage," she said placing her palm flat against the shaft.
His penis was soon growing harder as Jasmine nonchalantly rubbed her hand against his shaft as though it was necessary to fulfil her task. She glanced up now and again to observe the growing monster under her palm with obvious satisfaction with what she saw.
"I was just thinking, do you want me to shave all of your pubic hair off?" Jasmine asked looking round and making eye contact.
"Err... yeah, why not. At least it would get rid of all the grey. Perhaps it would make me look younger. What do you think?" David said smiling.
Jasmine laughed and squeezed his cock, "Yeah perhaps it will, not that you're old. I must admit I've never seen a man completely shaved," she said looking excited at the prospect.
"I've never shaved completely. What the hell, go for it. What's the worst that could happen!" David said more than happy to enjoy the continued touch from the young women.
After finishing shaving his scrotum Jasmine lathered up the soap and covered the rest of his pubic hair. She soon realised that she needed to reposition herself and walked around the bed.
"You'll have to shift over so I can reach. Unless you want me to shave you with my left hand, I'm not too good with my left," Jasmine said perching herself on the edge of the bed, now facing David.
"Let's stick with the right hand then," David said smiling as he shuffled over, "best not take any chances."
Jasmine sniggered as she pulled David's now erect penis up with her left hand. It was now hard enough to fight back against the direction it was being forced. Taking the razor in her right hand she began shaving while pulling on David's cock rather more than was necessary. He didn't complain...
A few minutes later as Jasmine wiped the last remnants of soap off with a flannel she looked up at David, "Well, what do you think?" she asked smiling.
David examined her work, "I look like I haven't hit puberty yet," he said.
"I rather like it," Jasmine said giving his penis a tug with her left hand, "anyway I really should be going, don't want to push my luck with being too late at Mrs Witherington-Smythe's.
"Okay, thanks Jasmine and tell her Ladyship I enjoyed the cake," David said as he reached for his clothes.
"Will do," she said reaching for the bowl.
"I'll tidy up, you get going," David said.
"Thank you," Jasmine said and slid her right hand down the front of her shorts.
