The Barber 1 - Sex Stories

The Barber 1

... we find a salon where she could get a bikini wax. Then I had to explain what that meant, and she immediately refused to have the hair on her sensitive pubis yanked out by the roots. “No, daddy,” she said, firmly. “You trim it.” I knew that tone all too well. When Alexis made up her mind, it was made up, a trait she inherited from her mother. It was usually easier to give in a this point, unless it was a matter of extreme importance involving her safety, than to argue with her. “OK,” I said. “Come with me.” I made my way down the hall, Alexis almost skipping along behind me, and into the bathroom. I instructed her to hop up onto the double vanity while I collected the equipment I'd need for the purpose. I told her to pull her bikini bottom up as tight as it would go and adjust it how she wanted. My plan was to use an electric trimmer to remove the bulk of the offending hair, then clean it up, minimizing the length of time she had to be bottomless in front of me. What I didn't figure on was what would happen when she pulled the panty tighter around her young body. The material was thin enough the added pressure created a slight but definite camel toe, outlining the indentation of her virginal pussy. “Are you sure about this, Lex?” I asked. “Yes, daddy,” she replied. “Go ahead and do me.” My breath caught in my throat at what I'm sure was an unintended double entendre. I switched the electric trimmer on, placed my hand on her thigh uncomfortably close — for me, at least — to her ...

... adolescent crotch. “Oh!” she gasped as the buzzing trimmer made first contact with the hair. “That tickles.” Shit, I thought to myself. I didn't think about this. The vibrations of the trimmer that close to her delicate flesh — specifically, her clitoris — must be sending some new sensations through her nether regions. I might as well be pushing a vibrator against her crotch. “Just hang on, Lex,” I said, trying to sound detached while the thought that I was sexually stimulating my 13-year-old daughter was having an effect on me, as well. “That feels funny, daddy,” Alexis said, her voice slightly strained. “Does it hurt?” I asked, pulling the trimmer away. “No,” she said, her small voice breathy. “It … feels good.” Ah, shit, I thought. She's getting turned on. And, so was I. I went back to trimming the hair which protruded from the sides of her bikini as quickly as I could, wanting to minimize the unintended stimulation. Alexis started moaning as I worked, her hips slightly twitching with each pass of the trimmer, as if she was trying to press harder against it. With the right side done, I switched the trimmer to the left side of her bikini crotch. I was shocked when I saw a slight darkening of the fabric, right over where the entrance to her virginal vagina had to be under the light blue material. Alexis was getting wet. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts as I realized my baby girl was getting aroused and I was the cause. Alexis was moaning almost constantly now as I removed ...