A Close Shave, a short story by rafguy. Date added: 2012-07-17. Times viewed: 8558.
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Jon opened the door to his apartment, kicking off his black shoes and letting his briefcase drop to the floor as his other hand pulled at his tie, allowing it to land on the floor with his fitted suit jacket.
He put his keys, wallet and phone down on the coffee table, smiling as he thought about the photo that had been sent to him only 30 minutes earlier, the resultant journey home made difficult by the semi-erection in his trousers. The promise of what was to come made him rush through the city, pushing his way onto the tube at Embankment, not even attempting to find a seat on the busy train and almost breaking his neck as he ran up the escalator in a rush to get home.
He unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling it over his head, cursing as the cuffs got caught as he struggled to unfasten the restraining material around his wrist. He finally allowed frustration to take control as he just tugged hard, the buttons from his cuffs flying across the room, one of them pinging against the LED TV on the wall; another curse as he looked to see if he had caused any damage.
He allowed his trousers to slide down his legs, almost tripping as he walked out of them, noticing for the first time the crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt strewn on his oak floor. Like a trail of breadcrumbs he saw the black patent heels, sheer hold-up nylon stockings, cream slip and black lace panties leading him to the bathroom where a matching lace bra hung like an invitation to the ginger bread house on the door handle.
He was hit with a wall of steam as he opened the door, the flickering light from the scented candles providing the only light, the jumping flames casting shadows against the protagonist of his rushed journey and excitement; her moist skin glistened as she smiled, perched on the edge of the bath.
“Fuck me Jennifer, you really know how to get my attention” he gasped, his pulse racing as he saw the razor in her left hand and his shaving foam in her other.
In reply she just placed her finger to her lip to shush him and beckoned him forward. Getting to his knees Jon took the apparatus from her, dipping his hand in the hot bath he grabbed the face cloth floating on the surface and used it to soak the soft curls of her pubic region. She moaned softly as the heat of the cloth engorged her lips with blood, his soft but strong hands guiding it around, slowly and deliberately.
Satisfied that her hair was sufficiently wet her squirted some of the gel onto his hand, lathering it into a creamy foam between her thighs, the juxtaposition of the cold foam against her wet warm skin causing an involuntary shudder up her back.
“Trust me?” he asked. A simple nod of her head and a smile give him permission to carry on.
Slowly and gently, he took the razor to her, expertly guiding it around the triangle just above her lips, bit by bit more bare skin being exposed. He took extra care as he reached the folds of skin, moving the flesh so it became tight negating the danger of cutting her with the sharp blade.
He reached back into the bath to get the face cloth again, using it to smooth away the leftover foam. She smiled at him and allowed herself to slide into the warmth of the bath, submerging her body in the hot water. Jon stood, his erection straining against his silk shorts. Jen smiled and sat up, pulling them down his muscular legs and pulling his hand inviting him to stand in the bathing water in front of her.
Sitting up she took the cloth which had previously been used so expertly on her and started to wash his body as he stood in front of her, his feet either side of her legs, trapping them slightly in the confines of the tub. She gently soaped up his legs, before moving up and taking his hard cock in her hands. She pulled back his foreskin and carefully cleaned his cock, smiling as he moaned and closed his eyes.
She slowly moved her head forward and opened her mouth to take him into her soft wet lips. Gently running her tongue around the back of the head he grabbed her head as the pleasure grew in him. Slowly she started to move her lips and her hand up and down the shaft, taking more and more into her mouth, using her spare hand to tickle him under his sack.
“Oh fuck Jen, you need to stop now before it is too late.”
Smiling sweetly up at him she released his hard cock from her mouth and turning over onto all fours offered her rear for him. Kneeling down behind her, Jon took his hard cock in his hand and slowly guided it inside her wet hole. She was so wet that he easily slid all the way, his big cock forcing a moan from her.
Just as he had pushed back to take him all he reached forward, taking her ponytail in his hand and pulling back. “Oh fuck yes” she moaned as he started to fuck her with long hard strokes, his powerful thighs slapping against her wet arse as he began fucking her.
Her eyes closed as she tried to force her head forward, his hand holding her hair tight as he pounded in and out of her, the water of the bath sloshing all over, exciting her already erect nipples.
“Oh fuck Jon, harder, fuck me harder” she shouted as she started to feel the orgasm rising in her, the feeling spreading through her stomach and groin as he started he fucked her harder and harder. Suddenly he moans arching his back as his own orgasm hits, his big cock shooting inside her, sending her over the edge into ecstasy……….
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