Community Involvement Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 12

... her pussy. “Hmm, it seems I will have to redo you. I should have changed the razor mid-way through.” Her comment was more of a chastisement of self rather than a comment directed to me. “You can sink into the water to wash off fully, and then get back up there.” I quickly did as she bade. The water was still warm and welcoming as I sank into the bath. While I immersed myself, Michelle changed the razor blade. I looked at her as she attached the blade and tested it was fixed properly in place. I had never seen this side of her before, not even a hint, yet surprisingly I was enjoying being under her control. In fact I was eager to see myself denuded of pubic hair as much as she was. She turned her back, her black cloak rustled softly as she moved. “ I wonder if her husband knows of this aspect to her personality ?” The thought came out of no where but made me smile. “ I bet he doesn’t. His lose, he was missing out on something truly wonder .” Any disquiet I might have harboured as we ascended the stairs I now put aside. I knew Michelle and I had bonded deeply over the past weeks and I felt confident that I knew she was simply role-playing for our mutual enjoyment, not out of any sudden psycho-driven personality change. “ At least I hope so." I laughed to myself. Her black coat was long but well made, I observed as I luxuriated in the bath. It had two small ribbing lines running down the back from each shoulder, angling in toward the waist. The belt was about two inches wide ...

... and made of the same fabric and was supported by three thick belt loops; one on each side and one at the back. From the waist it flared slight out to about shoulder width so that with the belt done up, it would give the wearer, a beautiful hour glass silhouette, especially from behind. It suited Michelle gloriously, even despite the black colour. “Enough floundering about in the water. Out you get and resume your position.” She turned as she spoke and waved the razor in my direction again. With the same deftness, she reapplied the lather and made absolutely sure each part intended for the razor was covered. Each stroke she made was gentle yet firm and, to my surprise and relief, I felt no razor rash developing. She cradled by sac in her left hand as she delicately scrapped the razor across the crinkly flesh. She used each testy, by moving and rolling it this way and that, to make a smooth surface upon which to drag the blade. She hefted them skyward to get in underneath and remove the last of the stubborn hairs along the lower gland and further back toward my anus. The second time round was much quicker than the first and when finished, Michelle seemed more than pleased with her efforts. She ladled water in her hand and gently caressed the newly shaved skin with her soft fingers as she washed the residual cream away. It felt marvelous, the way she washed and soothed me, which had the effect of making my cock twitch back to life. I had to laugh though, she even fetched a mirror ...