He also thought she would club him to death if he offered to help with that little task, too, so he kept his mouth firmly shut.
“There. I think I got everything.” He visualized her in her skimpy suit and frowned. “Wait a second. Where’s your suit?”
“It’s hanging on the back of the door. Why?” Her voice was a little shaky.
He set the razor down and found the suit. It was even skimpier than he remembered. He held up the bottoms for her to look at. “These are a lot narrower than your panties.”
“So what…” Her voice trailed off as what he was getting at hit her. “No.”
“If you wear this, you’ll have a nice little strip of hair poking out the sides.”
She licked her lips. “And you think that means you get to shave me there? You have lost your mind.”
“Do you have another suit?”
She shook her head.
“Then you have to make the call. A little extra trim or you look like Sasquatch.”
“Oh, and you have no horse in this race? You just want to see my pussy.”
“Your panties don’t leave much to the imagination, so I’ve already seen your pussy. A little more skin and you’re done.”
He continued when she still looked torn. “Look, let’s not bullshit. You’re turned on, too. Stopping now won’t change that.”
Amy swallowed noisily, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “I knew I was going to regret this.” She opened her eyes and glared at him. “This is all your fault.”
“Of course it is. Look, no one ever has to know.”
Amy sighed again. “This is humiliating.” She spread her legs. “Get it over with.”
He stopped the grin before it made it onto his face, picked up the razor, and knelt between her legs again. His palms spread her legs as wide as they would comfortably go, vastly improving his view of her pussy through the thin fabric. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible, and he thought they might be bigger than they were a few minutes ago. The wet spot certainly was.
The next bit was tricky. If he moved too much cloth, she would balk. If he touched anything more than absolutely necessary, she might even kick him. But he would finally be touching her in a sexual way. She might never say anything, but he knew she was horny because of him. That would tide him over many lonely nights.
His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties on one side and pulled them back half an inch, exposing both the stubble from her last shave and a few long, curly hairs. She felt as hot as a furnace under his fingers. A glance up revealed she had her eyes closed and her mouth a bit open.
The shaving cream was incredibly fun to spread around the edge of her panties, especially since applying it made her squirm. He took special care to be gentle as he shaved the exposed part of her mound.
The heel of his hand brushed her pussy as he switched to the other side, making her gasp. He froze, but she didn’t say anything. The damp heat against his hand raised his desire to even higher levels. He pretended not to notice where his hand was resting and started shaving her other side.
She didn’t speak until he was done. “That…that was okay. I was thinking, maybe you should finish.” She sounded breathless.
His heart froze in his chest. “Are you serious?”
Her answer was to raise her hips.
No way was he arguing. He set the razor down, hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties, and slowly pulled them down.
Her pussy was just as pretty as he’d imagined, with light brown hairs covering it just enough to shade the red, puffy lips of her pussy. It opened a little like a flower as he watched.
“Okay, this is totally different than me shaving. What do I need to do?”
“There are some scissors in the drawer. Get close with that. Be very careful, and go slowly. Start with everything away from…you know.”
“Your pussy? I think it’s okay to say the word.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re getting pretty full of yourself. If I could use my hands, I’d do you next.”
“You can do me any time you like.”
She closed her eyes. “Dammit, I walked right into that.”
He smiled as he dug out the scissors. This was already turning into the day of his dreams, and it might get better, if he played his cards right.
He ran his hand across her mound, reveling in the feel if her pubic hair across his palm.
She gasped. “Josh!”
“Did that feel good?” He didn’t wait for her to respond before starting to trim her curly hair as close to her skin as possible. She gasped a wiggled a little, especially when he got close to her pussy lips.
He held his breath when he finished, and brushed his fingertips down her slit. She gasped and bit her lip, but didn’t stop him.
That emboldened him and he took his time spreading the shaving cream across her mound. By the time he had her ready, she was not quite able to keep her soft moans to herself. Her hips twitched every time he came near her clit.
Shaving the stubble off her mound had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever done. Her breathing went all ragged, and her body kept twitching. Her legs slid as wide open as she could get them, and he could see a little way down the pink tunnel beside his hand.
Amy licked her lips when he finished wiping her off with the washcloth. “You’re not done yet. There are a bunch of little hairs on my labia. Please be careful.”
He almost stopped breathing. She really wanted him to touch her pussy. It was a dream come true.
The scent of her arousal was unmistakable when he got closer. Her lips were hot and moist under his fingers as he spread her wide, looking for the almost invisible hairs in all the awkward places. A dab of cream and a slow slide of the razor here and there set her to quaking. That made the task very challenging, but a massive turn on.
When he couldn’t find any more hair, he knew the moment of truth had arrived. If she didn’t really want him to do more, she’d hurt him.
He brushed the tip of his index finger across the top of her slit, making her moan. When she didn’t say anything, he started rubbing her in slow circles. He watched her face as he played with her pussy. Her eyes stayed closed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her voice was almost too soft for him to hear.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes were unfocused when she opened them, but he could see a hint of her usual fire in their depths.
“I think you know what I want. I want to come. It’s been weeks, and I’m going crazy.”
He ran his finger down her slit, until it sank into her depths. Molten fire gripped his digit and squeezed. He worked it inside her and watched her shiver and moan. A second finger made her squirm even more. He quickly found a rhythm she liked, fucking her with two fingers while his thumb rubbed her clit.
“Does that feel nice?”
“God, yes! My pussy is on fire. I had no idea it would be so sensitive. You feel so good. Go faster.”
He sped up a little and kissed her inner thigh as he brought her higher and higher. When she was almost ready to come, he slowed down. That got her attention.
“You bastard! Don’t do this to me. Make me come.”
“I will. I just need to know you’ll take care of me when I’m done.”
“Josh, I can’t use my hands!”
“You don’t need them for this.” He leaned down and swiped his tongue across her clit. She jerked as if he’d electrocuted her. He dug between her folds with the tip of his tongue, teasing her nub.
“Jesus! Eat me, and I’ll do it. Please!”
He spread her pussy with his fingers and started exploring her with his tongue. The musky scent of her and the tangy flavor made every movement of his cock in his pants pure torture. His previous girlfriend wouldn’t go past third base, but she had educated him on how to go down. His stepsister clearly approved.