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."
