One day last week I had some time. So I took some time. When I trim up my pubes it takes several steps. First I get out the clippers. #1 all over. Then the wax strips on the edges in the front and the strays on my inner thighs. After that I sit on the edge of the tub with a mirror, shaving cream, and razor. The tub has to be full with about 4 inches of fairly warm water. And then begins the laborious task of shaving. I really wish this process resulted in longer-lasting hairlessness. But professional waxing is expensive, I can’t reach or see well enough to wax it all myself, and M has – so far – decided he’s not interested.
Hours later, M came home from work. I had to run out for a couple of hours, but he grabbed me for a hug in the bedroom. He turned me around face down on the bed, pulled my pants down and took his cock out. As he slid into me from behind, I decided to take charge. He was fully pressed against me, so I turned my head slightly to speak.
“While I’m gone I want you to shave your beard,” I say.
“What?” He’s surprised. I’m surprised, too. I’ve been known to body block him from the razor, I love him with a beard so much. But it just came out.
“Shave it all, and then I want you to eat my pussy until I come.”
We fuck a little longer and then I have to go.
When I return, he’s done it. It’s been almost 2 years since M was clean-shaven. It’s such a startling difference. Sex with a stranger.
That night he licks me so hard and has his fingers in so deep that I come on his face. This is unusual. But we both like how smooth the other one is. His tongue kept the right pressure and speed on my clit. His fingers were deep in my pussy, pressing upward slightly on what I guess is my g-spot. It felt amazing.
Kissing him afterwards was MUCH more pleasant with him shaven than with a beard. He fucked me some more and then shot his come all over my tits.