One of my go-to memories when I close my eyes is an erotic weekend I shared this past summer with a new lover. We met at a wine bar downtown. He was visiting from Los Angeles on business and stayed a few days longer so that we could satiate our mutual attraction. We spent half of the time in the shower because he is really turned on by wet bodies. It was the perfect opportunity to indulge something I had fantasized about for awhile… being shaven.
I have no particular preference for burly versus smooth, or for sporting the naked look or the latest trim, but the idea of the actual process of shaving gets me into a real lather. It’s not the kind of play that takes place in a fast-and-furious hookup, so the when the leisurely occasion presented itself, I asked my lover to make me more naked than I have ever been, and handed him a razor and a mirror.
There’s something about the vulnerability, intimacy, and unrushed attention in this scene that gets me hot. First, Derek soaped me up from head to toe and slowly rinsed me off with the showerhead and a caressing hand. He began shaving my body under my arms, teasing the sensitive skin first with his fingertips. In agonizingly slow strokes, he ran the razor from ankle to knee. I was breathing hard when he told me to spread my legs, pushing them wide apart. He told me to hold my pussy lips open with my hands, and I tensed with anticipation as he shaved the inside lips and the soft strays alongside the opening. He held the mirror for me to inspect his handiwork. Finally, he told me to turn over and coaxed my ass cheeks apart to shave gently between them.
Derek rinsed me off again. When I was as shiny and bald as I’ve ever been, he began licking me all over, everywhere the razor had been. Every time I was about to come, he would stop and cool me down with some icy water. Then, he surprised me by asking me to shave him… not his whole body, but just where it counts.
It takes a lot of trust for a man to let you take a razor near his cock and balls, so I also took my time, sucking on him in between strokes. His dick looked even bigger when there was no distracting foliage and I was aching for it. Finally, we stood under the showerhead and I bent over the bathtub edge to grip it. He held me open the way he had while he was shaving me, lingering his fingertips against the open hole of my pussy to enjoy how slippery I was. When he finally pushed himself inside me, the sensation of sliding skin to skin was so intense that I came before his third stroke.
I hope Derek comes back and hits the repeat button. If he does, I’ll tell him how often I’ve replayed that night in my mind, how he has made me come a hundred times even though he’s far away.
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