Cider apple part 2
A little explanation before I go further. Not everyone can be hypnotized. When dad tried it on me, it didn't work. That's why Cider Apple doesn't work on me. New people in this story is Aunt Florence, cousin Carmen and the twins Sofie and Liz Aunt Florence's kids.
Amy, Beth, and Florence are at the spa with my mother. They won't be back until this evening, so I'm relaxing by the pool with Carmen and the twins until they return.
The hot afternoon sun feels terrific, soaking into my skin as I mentally digest everything that's happened over the past few days.
Last night, Beth and I kissed Amy goodnight and headed to the pool house. I told her that I was exhausted from all the sex, so she pouted a little but didn't force the issue. We shared a few romantic kisses and fell into bed for some much-needed rest.
We slept, bodies entwined, sharing only a tiny bit of my giant bed. Periodically throughout the night, one of us would come half-awake and caress or nuzzle the other.
In the morning, I woke up alone with the sun streaming through the tall balcony windows. I could hear the muffled sounds of Amy and Beth talking and laughing coming from downstairs, but, feeling blissfully relaxed, I decided to stay where I was until they came in to wake me.
I hear the patio door open and close, followed by footsteps on the stairs. So, I close my eyes to pretend that I'm asleep and wait for them to come into the room.
I hear someone enter, and I can sense them kneeling beside the bed. Soft lips brush against my ear, and in a sing-song voice, Beth whispers:
"Wakey wakey hands off snakey."
I quickly jump up to wrap her in my arms, and she squeals in surprise as I roughly wrestle her back into bed. I start tickling her, and our playful wrestling soon turns into passionate kissing and caressing.
Our bodies rub together, and my cock quickly starts growing when she pushes me away, stopping our fun before it even begins.
"Hold on. Hold on, Mark," she says breathlessly. "Amy made me promise. No fooling around until she gets back. Andy's driving her to his favorite Italian bakery in Boca; she's picking up fresh-baked croissants for our breakfast. So, you'll have to wait before ravaging me again.
"She suggested we have a nice hot soak in the bathtub while we're waiting. She dropped off coffee and some of the twins' special bath salts for us."
"Sounds good to me," I say. "You could use a bath. You're stinky."
"Look who's talkin'," she shoots back. "You're stinky too. I'll go fill the tub."
The master bathroom, like everything in the pool house, is spacious and luxurious. Everything is in shades of black and grey marble, and the fixtures are a tastefully muted golden color. There are two basins in front of ceiling height mirrors and a separate vanity area. The shower has enough room and showerheads for a pro basketball team, including the coach, and the jacuzzi bathtub could easily accommodate four or five people. The toilet and bidet share a small private closet of their own, which I visit first while Beth fills the bath.
Beth opens the jar Amy delivered and pours the colorful crystals into the hot water. The rising steam fills the room with a fresh summery scent, and she slips out of her robe to gingerly climb into the luxurious bath.
"Come on in, you're going to love this," Beth says, sitting neck-deep in the cloudy pink water. "But don't get your head wet; the bath crystals aren't healthy for your hair or the sensitive skin on your face. And don't get any in your eyes. It'll sting."
I climb in, settle down neck-deep, and ask, "So, what does it do?"
"After we soak, your skin will be soft and the smoothest it's ever been," she explains. "It will also tingle and be super sensitive for a while. It's very sensual."
I relax, and the soothing hot water does make my skin tingle. Beth tenderly shaves my face and then moves down to massage my feet while the water leeches away all of my cares. I'm happy to be pampered, especially after the many physical demands I've endured since returning home; all of this fucking is hard work. So, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
After a nice long hot soak and thorough foot massage, Amy returns and bends down to kiss us both.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she says. "How long have you been marinating?"
"Almost an hour," Beth replies. "I think that's long enough."
"Should be plenty," Amy assures her while undressing herself.
"Let's get in the shower and scrub him down, so we can get back in bed. We only have a couple of hours together before it's time to leave for the spa," Amy says while adjusting the temperature of the shower.
I climb out of the still-warm water, and the cool air gives me gooseflesh. The girls lead me to the shower, and I stand in the hot spray while they gently scrub my body with coarse sponges. It's invigorating.
Beth was right; soaking in the bath salts has made my skin hypersensitive, and the gentle scrubbing is wickedly sensual. It feels like having your back scratched in just that perfect way, but all over your entire body. They don't neglect a single spot.
They finish scrubbing me, so the girls start soaping each other, and I lend an enthusiastic hand. We wash and play, making copious amounts of soapy lather. My now extra-sensitive penis begins to swell from the slippery rubbing and the sight of Amy and Beth being so casually intimate.
Our sudsy group turns slightly, and the shower spray rinses the foam from the front of my body to expose my burgeoning erection.
My pubic hair is gone.
I do a double-take and spin around to rinse off more suds. Much to my surprise, I see that it's not only my pubic hair that's missing. It's all of it. All of the hair below my collar bone has disappeared.
I'm a hairy guy. There's a thatch of light blond fuzz covering most of my body. At least there was yesterday.
"OK, you two little sneaks, what gives?" I say, knowing they're behind this.
"What?" Amy plays dumb.
"We don't know what you're talking about," says Beth, smiling broadly.
"Sure, you don't," I say. "The twins' special bath salts is also a hair remover, right?"
"A really good one; it did an awesome job," Amy says, rubbing her hand across my hairless chest.
Beth is staring wide-eyed at my hairless crotch. "Jesus, Mark. Without the hair, your dick looks even huge-er, errr giant-er, um bigger," she stumbles for the right word. "Your cock looks enormous."
My cock does look pretty good without the hair. If I do say so myself. I feel like a porn star, but not in a sleazy way. Regardless, they pulled a fast one, and I won't let them off the hook too easily.
"So, you trick me? lie to me?" I say, pretending to be angry. "Yesterday, you both said that you want me to be in charge and that you'll honor any command that I give.
"How does lying to me fit in with that?"
Amy coyly says, "Well, we weren't lying. Not really."
