Into the Fray

She asked me if I would shave her, just to make it more interesting, but I think the real reason was that she just wanted to see if I would get nervous being charged with such a seemingly precarious duty.  I could see that she was a little nervous herself, kind of like if she were holding a Bowie knife a few inches from my cock and one small sneeze could change my gender, at least anatomically.

I rolled us a big fatty, to make sure that she was totally cool with her being totally cool with it, took a puff and passed it, and then I spread her legs out in front of me while she sat in an elevated barstool near the end of the couch, with her feet propped up and her hand used to steady herself while I lathered her up this gel cream stuff that fluffy whipped up in my hand as I passed it over and around her ever-swelling pussy.  I took a second puff as she was holding it to my lips, and then she took it into her mouth backwards, and she blew out a plume of smoke that created a cloud around me head. Obviously, I needed to keep things right where I could see them, and so I had to keep moving the foam around so that I could get to the round edges and the clear open spaces.  My thumb had lifted her voluptuously corrugated lips up and off to the side as we shaved and reshaved the leg creases and her inside pocket lining.  I accidently slipped, losing my grip, and I popped right onto her clit, which was standing at full attention; I told her I was sorry, that was an accident, but she snickered and told me that she would give me two hours to stop that.

As we retraced each direction so that the stubble would collectively disappear, I felt like I was getting to know her in a very new way.  It wasn't a clinical thing; it was way more intimate.  In some ways I was sort desensitized to her, seeing her so boldly and baldly naked, but I was both turned on and terrified to slip and cause real damage.

It was amazing to ask her to lift her legs and ass, and to see the dexterity she showed in deftly kicking her legs up and then leg lifting, shooting them straight up and towards the ceiling.  She was doing everything I had ever wanted, and, counter-intuitively, all the while I was going right at her with a blade in my hand.  The razors, which I changed several times, were washed frequently, and I used a wash rag to wipe my brow and a paper towel to dab and clean her as we went.  As we were just about done, she ran her fingers along her skin and redirected me to do some touching up, and with a little warm water and foam on this or that location, I managed to shave her clean as a whistle down to the stray hairs that ran along near the ridge of her pussy lips, and there is where I felt as if I were climbing K2 or some other monster mountain.

She instructed me to wipe her clean, and then we looked at it in the mirror, and she thanked me for not cutting her and for being so brave.  I was terrified….and relieved

She asked if I wanted mine done, and I said, "I'm good."  

She said, "Let's see," and she unbuttoned my pants to take a look.  She slipped them down and off and took off my shirt and pulled me towards the shower with her hips accentuating the motion of reversing. With this prospect, I was so overcome that I was limp and uncomfortable, and that's when she pulled off her own shirt, and stepped us backwards into the shower.  The warm water ran over us both and then she took my hand and ran it over her and on top and in between her legs, making me search for previously undetected hairs.  She said, "You did a really nice job," and she knelt down and grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and sucked on me until I was hard, and then she took a tube of gel and squirted it into her hand and jerked me off as she said, "No, I think we are going to have to leave your hair right where it is."

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