My Partner’s Intimate Shave

Lori lay on the table, her pubic hair coated with a generous amount of hair conditioner. I worked it in with my fingers, the scent of her skin mingling with the sweet, floral aroma of the conditioner. As I massaged the conditioner into her hair, her lips parted, and I caught a glimpse of her wetness.

I reached for the razor, its newness a guarantee of a smooth shave. Lori loved being shaved, and I knew she’d climax the moment I started. She also adored being talked to while I worked my magic.

“Your lips are already puffy, Lori. Were you thinking about this on the drive over?”

“Yes. I couldn’t help but think about it,” she replied, her voice husky.

With the edges of her hair shaved, I spoke again, my words dripping with intimacy.

“You must have sat with your friends this morning, wondering how many of them would have a lover shaving their pussies. You smiled when you realized it was just you.” Lori’s response was a moan, her body arching off the table in anticipation.

Three more swipes of the razor, and I was closer to her lips. As I exhaled, I made sure she felt my warm breath on the parts of her pussy that was already shaved.

“Lori, I love the smell of your sexual heat. If they bottled it, a million men would walk around with erections just from that fragrance.”

“Oh, Pete. Are you hard from my excited fragrance?”

“You know I am,” I replied, my voice low and husky. I gently moved her right leg and shaved between the junction and her lips, using my fingers to stretch her skin for a smooth finish.

“There’s a drop of pussy nectar sliding out of you. May I have it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and I scooped it up with my finger, trailing it across her skin. I sucked on my finger, the taste of her arousal coursing through me.

With her left leg shaved, I moved to the final area, the hair closest to her clit. “All that’s left is the hair so close to your clit. Hold still while I shave that area. One slip, and it could be a disaster. Can you hold very still?”

“I will try,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“You must stay still. If it helps, I can give you something to focus on instead of what I’m doing. Would that help?”

“Yes,” she replied, and I offered her a distraction.

“Okay. Then, for a few moments, lift your legs.” We’d done this before, and she knew what was coming. She lifted her legs, and I applied a warm gob of lube to her ass, inserting a small diameter butt plug into her.

“Oh Jesus! I like how that feels,” she moaned, her body relaxing into the sensation.

The razor glided across her skin, taking the remaining hair with it. I used a warm, wet cloth to wipe away the gel residue, my fingers tracing the contours of her freshly shaved skin.

My face lowered, and my tongue widened, slipping into the bottom of her slit. Her back arched, and she shivered, her body trembling with pleasure.

As I moved my tongue upwards, toward her clit, she shook hard and moaned, her body convulsing in release.

Lori’s back arched again, her muscles spasming beneath her skin as she grabbed the sides of the table. My tongue held still, waiting for her to calm down, and when she did, I withdrew it and began to stroke her skin with my fingers.

My hands opened her lips, and my lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard and touching it with my tongue. Lori screamed, arching her back once more as her fluid squirted from her. Her vagina opened and closed like a mouth, trying to breathe.

When her arms relaxed, and she let go of the edge of the bed, I released her clit. A minute later, I slowly worked the butt plug out of her and cleaned her ass with a warm washcloth.

She smiled, grabbed my hand, and pulled me onto her bed, where I lay on my back. “I have a very special gift for you, Peter,” she said, pulling the sheet down and exposing me. “I’ve seen the way you look at my ass, Peter. Would you like to fuck me there?”

“Lori,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over my pounding heart.

“I thought so,” she said, giving me a dazzling smile. “I’ll give you that and more tomorrow. Get a lot of rest tonight, and take a lot of vitamins in the morning, because you’re going to need all the energy you can get to make it through tomorrow night.”

Lori leaned over me, giving me a light kiss on the lips, before turning to leave. Just as she reached the door, she turned and said, “By the way, Happy New Year, Peter.”

I watched her go, my mind reeling with the promise of what tomorrow night had in store.

As I lay there, I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock, stroking it slowly. “I know you like blow jobs, Peter,” she said, her voice husky. “And I’m more than happy to give you one.”

Lori bent at the waist, taking my cock into her mouth. One hand fondled my nuts, the other gripped the base of my cock, as she took me as far into her mouth as she could. She moved her head slowly up and down a couple of times, then took her mouth off me and asked, “Do you like it, Peter? Do you like my warm mouth wrapped around your hard cock?”

“Oh God yes,” I moaned, my body arching off the bed in response.

“Good,” she said, smiling, before sticking her tongue out and circling the head of my cock with it. She licked the bottom of my cock all the way down to my balls, sucking on them for a bit before moving her tongue along the upper side of my cock.

“You taste good, Peter, and I like nice-tasting cock. You want me to keep on?”

“Oh God yes, please, Lori,” I begged, my body trembling with anticipation.

Her mouth swallowed me again, her head bobbing up and down as one hand caressed my balls. Her other hand slid under me, a finger teasing my ass hole as her head began moving faster. I felt the explosion building inside me, and I moaned, “Oh Jesus, oh fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”

Lori shoved her finger into my ass, and I arched up off the bed, driving my cock as deep into her mouth as it would go. I erupted like a volcano, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out of me as Lori gulped and swallowed, her mouth working me over until my cock started to soften.

She held it in her hand, licking it clean before letting it go, a satisfied smile on her face. “Happy New Year, Peter,” she said, leaning over me to give me a light kiss on the lips before turning to leave.

“Lori,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over my pounding heart, but she was already gone, leaving me to wonder what the future held for us.