“There’s nothing in here that will keep you warm.”
I laughed. “That’s your job.”
She took her bag and opened it, and then rooted around in it for her bathroom kit. “I need to borrow your robe.”
“Why?”
“I can’t go out like this!”
“Why not? There’s nobody else in the entire house!”
“Carl!”
“Hell, wear a pair of high heels and go naked. I’ll go along to protect you.”
“CARL!”
I relented and took my robe from the closet, and she pulled it on like I was about to take it back. I just laughed at her. I grabbed my own stuff and followed her down to the bathroom, and then made a production out of locking and bolting the door. We were the only ones in the house. Marilyn stuck her tongue out at me. We showered together, which is always fun, but didn’t get carried away otherwise, and then brushed our teeth and went about our other business. Then it was back upstairs.
Normally I sleep in my briefs and a tee shirt, although I usually skip the undershirt when I’m with Marilyn. Hell, with Marilyn I usually skip the briefs, too. I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way in case she started feeling frisky in the middle of the night. Tonight, with the temperature where it was, I grabbed some underwear and set it down by the bed. I turned towards Marilyn, who was kneeling on the floor going through her bag, and spotted something blue and lacy. I bent over and pulled it out before she could stop me. Marilyn grabbed for it but missed. I held it up to the light and discovered it was a light blue and lacy chemise. “That looks interesting,” I commented.
Marilyn blushed and took it away from me. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to not go through other people’s things?”
“Yeah, but she never taught me about that sort of thing. Did your mother take you shopping?”
“Oh my God! No!” laughed Marilyn. “Tammy and I went out shopping.”
“In Utica? I figured that sort of thing was illegal in Utica.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“Did you help her pick something out for her?” I quizzed.
“You are such a pig! I’m not telling you that!”
I had to laugh. “So is that for tonight?”
She tossed it back in the bag. “How about tomorrow night instead?”
I nodded and opened up my bed. I stripped off my pants and tossed them onto a chair and climbed inside the sheets, and then scooted over to the side. Marilyn stripped off my robe and climbed in with me. I snuggled up next to her and whispered, “Thank you for everything. I love you.” Then we made love one more time before we fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to find Marilyn stroking my cock. “What a wonderful way to wake up,” I told her.
“I thought you might like it.”
I rolled onto my back and Marilyn climbed up on top of me. Save a horse, ride a cowboy! Considering I hadn’t gone to the bathroom yet, and a piss hardon is notoriously difficult to come with, Marilyn had a nice long ride. “I like waking up this way, too.” she sighed afterwards, stretched out and lazing on top of me.
“Babe, I need to get up!” I rolled her off me as gently as I could, and scrambled to my feet. I left her the robe and pulled my pants on quickly. I scampered off to the bathroom.
I was still sitting on the toilet when the door opened and Marilyn came in, her arms full. She was wearing my robe, and was carrying towels and our bath kits. She blushed when she saw me, and turned away, and said, “Ooops, sorry. I figured since you were already down here, we might as well get cleaned up.”
“Thank you. That way we can get dirty together all over again!”
She looked over at me and grinned. “You’re an awful person!”
“It’s my most endearing quality.” I wiped myself, and flushed and went to the shower, to turn on the water and get some hot water into the pipes.
“I wasn’t sure you had any.”
“Cold, lady, that’s cold!” Marilyn hung my robe on a hook and we washed each other under the shower. It’s a damn good thing nobody else was in the house, since Marilyn got kind of noisy, and we had a very good time using up all the hot water. Afterwards, as we were toweling dry, I said, “Well, that’s two so far today. Interested in going for a record?”
“Think you’re up for it?” Marilyn was staring at something in the mirror, though at what I had no idea. I think all women do that.
“Only one way to find out.”
“Breakfast first, breaking records later!” We went back upstairs and dressed.
Downstairs, we had a fine dining experience based on bagels and cream cheese, with an OJ chaser. As we nibbled our bagels in the living room, I asked her, “So, have you been going to the tanning salon?” I had asked her this several times in our letters, but had never gotten an answer.
“You’re serious about that? And about, you know, down there?” Marilyn turned red as she asked this. I had also told her, several times, that I was going to buy her a swimsuit when we got there that was so small she would need to shave everywhere.
“As serious as a heart attack, which is what you’re going to give men when they see you. Absolutely!”
“Well, Tammy and I went to this place together a couple of times, but I felt really weird. I went topless, but not bottomless.”
I slid over next to her and placed my hand on her leg. Marilyn was wearing jeans and a KGS shirt I had bought her last year, with nothing on underneath. I leaned over and whispered into her ear. “If you don’t tan all over, your butt and your pussy will have white lines all over them. Do you want me to trim you up now?”
Marilyn gasped at that. “Oh my God! You wouldn’t… no… really… I couldn’t…”
I laughed and stood up. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. We stopped in the dishwashing room and dropped our plates off, and then I led her by the hand back up to my room. Once inside, I closed the door. “First things first. You need to get undressed completely.”
Marilyn looked at me nervously. I opened my toilet kit and dug out a pair of small blunt nosed scissors I had in there (for nose hairs, but I didn’t tell Marilyn that, way too gross!) Next I spread out a towel on my bed and had Marilyn sit on it and then lay back. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down her body apprehensively. It wasn’t the best position in the world, but I lay down between her legs and clipped and trimmed her pussy hair as best I could with my little scissors. A mustache trimmer works great, but I didn’t have a mustache. Marilyn didn’t have a real heavy bush, more like a small dense triangle, and the little curls fell to the towel.
“That’s part one,” I said, and then climbed up off the bed.
“There’s more?”
“We’ve just started. Don’t move.” I headed downstairs and found a couple of empty 2 liter Coke bottles. I rinsed them out several times with hot water, and then filled them with warm water, and carried them back upstairs. Once back in my room, I set them down and closed the door, and pulled out my razor and the shaving cream.
“What in the world are you doing?” asked Marilyn, looking at the bottles of Coke.
“It’s just warm water. Don’t worry.” I scratched my head for a moment. “Get up. I can’t do this with you laying down like that.” My bed was actually a mattress on the floor, and I needed to be able to kneel down and work on her at eye level. I folded up a towel and placed it on my swivel chair. “Sit here.”
Marilyn climbed to her feet and sat down on my swivel chair. I knelt down in front of her and maneuvered her so that her legs were spread wide and her pussy was all the way forward. She was half slumped back in the chair. I poured some of the warm water in a washcloth and rubbed her pussy a few times to get it wet, and heard her whimper softly. I grinned to myself, and then squirted a thin line of shaving cream on her, which elicited a little squeal of surprise. I rubbed it into her remaining stubble, and then said, “Now, whatever you do, don’t move!”