While she watched herself in the mirrors he, spread her legs still farther apart. He bent her thighs straight out to the sides and forced them down on the bed. Her mound came higher and her cunt opened a little.
She looked at Joe. He was looking down intently into her cunt. She felt her clit start to pulse under his eyes.
"Now we're going to get you naked," he said.
"You idiot!" she exclaimed. "I am naked."
"I mean really naked."
He ran his hand down over her cunt-hair, then brushed it back gently. She felt her hips roll slightly with the movement. He reached over on the sheet and fumbled around with the implements there: comb, scissors, and razor.
He passed his fingers down on her mound, making the soft hairs stand straight out. Her skin rippled a little under his touch.
"Your cunt-hair's so fine, a razor would just mash it down. I'll have to use comb and scissors first, then the razor."
With legs spread apart and down flat on the bed, she lay under his hands, watching him work. First he combed her coot-hair so it stood straight up. Then he slipped the comb into it and used the scissors to trim it down to the thickness of the comb.
He went to the bathroom and ran water briefly. When he returned he had a steaming pan. He got soap, wash cloth, and a can of shaving cream from the dresser and then knelt again between her legs.
She watched entranced as he washed the soft skin with soap and then sponged it away with hot water. He squirted a little of the shaving cream on his fingers and worked it into the remaining hair.
The razor moved in short, gentle strokes, starting from the base of her thighs, going toward her pussy. With each stroke there was nothing but bare, pink skin left.
Finally, there was nothing left except a little cream, right around the lips of her cunt. He slipped two fingers inside her and held the tender skin folds straight while he shaved right up to the edge of her cunt. He knee-walked around on the bed and straddled her shoulders and slipped two fingers back inside her. With his body above her she couldn't see the ceiling. She looked between her tits, down past her bare mound to the mirror on the wall. In slow, smooth strokes the razor shaved right up to the left edge of her cunt.
All the way from her mound to her asshole, there was nothing but pale-pink skin. He took the moist side of the wash cloth, dipped it in hot water, and wiped away all traces of cream and then took the other side and patted her tender flesh dry.
"Now that's what I call really naked," he said as he passed his fingers lightly over her mound.
"Now I have no secrets," she said, smiling. "Do you like it?" He smiled while he squeezed the soft flesh together between his hands.
"Like it? I love it."
"It's all there for you."
He smiled while he drew his hands back and just looked into the small slit of her pussy-lips, his expression longing.
She arched her back and reached back under the bed for the little jar of body powder. She opened it, rubbed the powder puff in it briefly, and passed the puff lightly over her tits.
"Help me put this on," she said. "I'll smell nice for you."
Joe took the powder puff from her and passed it over her skin, following with his other hand, rubbing it in. She looked up at the mirror while she followed his movements. The skin on her tits trembled under his touch.
He rubbed the sweet-smelling powder into her tits, her chest, her belly. He stopped, rubbed at her little mound, just above her cunt.
Disappointed, she watched him move down to her feet and rub the powder on her, starting up her legs. He paused at the soft skin on the insides of her thighs and rubbed longer and harder. The tingling flesh came alive, again trembling under his touch.
His rubbing grew harder as he reached the tops of her thighs. He paused and looked down at her cunt, then spread her legs wide apart. The powder puff tickled as it swept up the sides of her cunt, his hands hot as he massaged the tender skin.
When she looked down at his cock it was rock hard and quivering with a drop of pre-cum starting to drip off. She would have to cool him off a little to help him last.
"Why don't you open the package I put in the top dresser drawer?" she asked.
"Okay," he said, getting up. "What's in it?"
"My wardrobe."
"Wardrobe!"
He tore the package open and spilled the contents out on the bed. There were a pair of red high-heeled shoes, a pair of arm-length open-mesh gloves with holes for the fingers, a pair of black open-mesh stockings, and a pair of red garters, the little kind that encircle the legs.
"You undressed me," she said, "so it's only fair that you dress me again."
While she lay there on her back, he took one glove and rolled the sleeve down near the end, slipped it over her hand with her fingers protruding and rolled it up on her arm. Then he did the same with the other one. He rolled one stocking down to its ankle and slipped it on her foot and then slowly rolled it up her calf, over the knee, and up her thigh. It stopped just four inches short of her crotch. When he'd put her other stocking on her, he slipped the little garters on near the tops of the stockings and snapped them around. The red shoes, when he'd slipped them on her feet, made a nice color contrast with her pale pink skin and the black stockings.
"There's just one thing else," she said, fumbling with the wrapping on the bed beside her. "The last part of my ensemble."
She held up two pendulous gold earrings.
She asked, "Can you put them on me??
“I'll try."
She leaned her head against his side, letting her long hair spill over his cock, glancing at his discomfiture through the corners of her eyes while he struggled with the tiny fasteners. When she moved her head a little, he put his arm against her cheek, holding her head captive against his belly. It was a nice feeling to be held against him, being handled by him while his hard cock pushed against her neck.
Finally, he closed the last fastener and said, "There, it's done and they look great on you."
She sat up and looked in the mirror, admiring how the gold gleamed through her hair.
She said, "Mind if I walk around the room a little and show myself off in the mirrors?"
"I'd like to watch," he said.
She sat up and then stood, swaying for a moment to get her balance on heels that were higher than she was used to. She walked slowly toward a mirror while she watched herself. Her hips swayed as she moved and her tiny waist bent from side to side. Her tits didn't flop up and down from the movement, instead they swayed from side to side. For the first time she noticed that her asscheeks didn't flop when she walked; the flesh was firm. She turned and strutted back toward the other mirror.
The high-heeled shoes tipped her ankles and made her calves taper nicely. The gloves and the stockings framed the voluptuous curves of her body: the swell of her tits, the hollow of her slim waist, the flare of her hips, the swollen pink pubic mound. As she moved in slow steps, her shaved cunt-lips slipped back and forth past each other, each fold just barely moving across the other. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked closer. Her pussy was moist and quivered slightly. The sight of the movement made her cunt ache with longing.
"I like myself," she told Joe. "I like myself and the way you made me look."
"I like you too," Joe said.
A drop fell from her cunt and then the lips twitched by themselves. They twitched again and again while she watched. They seemed to pulse inward, as though drawing something inside. She stepped back and the wet lips slipped past each other, aching as they moved.
She spread her feet apart in front of the mirror and arched her back as she bent backward, still keeping her balance, the way she used to start a back flip. Her arms went up over her head and arched behind her as she bent herself backwards into a horseshoe and held her palms down on the floor.
When she looked at the ceiling mirror above her, her naked cunt was swollen but the pink lips were closed. While she watched, the lips shuddered, then winked open then closed, winked open then closed. The aching inside her increased.