The water cascades over Jim and I in the shower. We lazily soap each other up, in no rush to let these moments end. These moments of closeness, trust and love are essential to our relationship...just as much as the hot sex we finished up with a little while before the shower. Oh, that may have also been what necessitated the need for a shower. Those humid summer days!
As much as we didn’t want it to end, the prospect of running out of hot water was not very appealing so we started rinsing off the abundant suds. I ran my hands down my legs and noted more stubble than I care to carry so I asked for my razor. I was surprised when Jim dropped to his knees and offered to do it for me!
I looked at him skeptically. “Pam, I can do this,” he said. Well, talk about trust. I gave him one leg after the other, and I have to say, he did a great job. Jim is a very attentive guy and that’s what makes him such a great lover! Looking down and seeing him look up into my face, I wanted to see how far we could extend this trust. I was also getting turned on and wanted him near my sex.
Reaching down, I ran my bands through my dirty blonde bush. “I was thinking of doing a little trimming and shaving here as well. Do you think you could help me with this too?”
Jim’s mouth dropped open just a bit. I smiled down at him and cocked my head. Speaking of cocks, I looked down to see Jim’s getting hard again. Good thing because my pussy was not just wet from the shower.
He cleared his head and raised the razor to my pubes. Raising one leg at a time, I soaped up the edges and down between my legs. I didn’t want him to take it all off, just leave some bare skin on either side. Both of us like some, but we also love the feeling of my come on my skin.
With every stroke of the sharp steel across my skin, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Jim placed his hand on my buns, his thumb just barely resting against my clit. It throbbed every time he touched me with the razor. His other hand was curled around my body, gripping my ass tight. Even though I was taking it all in, I still managed to look down and see that Jim’s penis was as hard as could be, water bouncing off it.
I didn’t even realize when he was done, I was completely enthralled in Jim’s work. He stood up and his raging hard-on pressed into my body. He kissed me deeply as I ran my hand between my legs. It was impossible to ignore how entirely turned on I was, but I was surveying his workmanship as well. He did a good job. One that I really wanted to show off.
I turned off the water and handed him a towel. I didn’t take one myself. I turned my back to him and said “Come inspect your handiwork, mister.”