"Not that I am complaining, but you have to believe me, Barbara, when I asked you to shave me there really wasn't anything like this on my mind." Tommy sounded apologetic but there was absolutely no need for him to feel that way.

"Well, it was on my mind," I answered with a wicked grin while I sat on the tiles and raised my arms so he could pull off my shirt. I had to shove away his hands from my breasts immediately. "Shave me!" I commanded laughing and raising one arm again.

It tickled a bit when he shaved first one, then the other, armpit with my pink lady shaver. It was a strange experience having it done by someone else. Tommy smiled but was very focussed. His eyes never left his work. We didn't talk and I just watched his face. How much time had we wasted with sneaking around each other? Once he had returned from his time-out after Helen's death we had spent almost every day together; worked together, drank together, we had even spent some time in Cornwall together. All this time I was in love with him and he with me but neither of us took the final step or even dared to think it was mutual until we'd met by chance in Scotland. Now everything is settled. He had already asked me during our first night in Scotland to marry him and I'd said yes. The following days and weeks we've talked, and talked more, and made love and worked through all the issues until I've finally adjusted to the idea of a shared future, whatever it might offer. Carrying his child since our first night has only made us love each other more and we are both determined that nothing, not even his mother, will spoil it. We have waited too long. He loves me and I love him. Life could be worse.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that it took me a while to realise that he had finished my arms and was looking expectantly at me.

"A penny for your thoughts, my dear?" he whispered.

"I was just thinking about us. I love you."

"And I love you." Tommy gave me a kiss and started to caress my cheek. A romantic gesture but romantic feelings were quickly dismissed with his next words. "Hm. Your face is still silky, there's no need of another shave."

'He probably won't stop grinning today,' I thought. Then he suggested shaving one side of my scalp instead, like a punk styled it.

"Tommy!" I laughed and playfully patted his hand. "Don't you dare!"

He spun the razor ominously in his hand. "Okay, then where should I continue?"

Kneeling down in front of me his eyes, hands and lips faked a search on my chest for hair to shave. His nose twitched under my breasts which made me smile. His lips were on my hardened nipples which made me sigh. His hands were on my stomach caressing the skin around my belly button. His teeth softly bit my hip when he mumbled that he couldn't find more hair.

I could show him. I knew where some hair was and I awaited his fingers or his nose in my curls.

"Ah, I know." he murmured. I stopped breathing but nothing I had expected happened. Tommy only got up and climbed into the tub so he could sit on its rim.

"Give me your leg and lay back." Was he joking? Good Lord, I want you in my curls! I opened my eyes and must have looked very quizzical. "Your leg. I'll shave your legs, Barbara. I'm not done with you yet."

Now this was a juicy grin. Perhaps he just wanted to play a bit before he would put the moves on the area where I needed him most. Placing one foot in the tub and my other heel into his lap I gave him my right leg. First he massaged it a bit and then shaved the hair. Actually there was no real need for it because I'd done it this morning and he must have felt it but he did it anyway.

While he pretended with his right hand to remove some hair the grip of his left hand was on my thigh. With every stroke he made with the lady shaver he made a massaging stroke up towards my sex. I didn't know where he was looking because I still had my eyes clamped shut as his hand moved closer and closer to the junction of my leg. Yeah, right there!

"Mmmh." I sighed.

"You shaved your legs this morning, didn't you?" Tommy asked with a low voice and a firm grip of his hand, his thumb already tickling my bikini zone.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned.

"Then why are you making me shave them again?" He gently pushed my foot from his lap into the tub.

I opened my eyes only to see his loving smile. It didn't quite match the dirty thoughts in my head. "Because it feels so good." I breathed.


Her eyes looked at me seductively although I wasn't convinced she was doing it on purpose. I didn't care if her other leg wasn't shaved a second time today so I simply bent down and kissed her belly. With a bit of imagination, it was already slightly rounded. In that wonderful womb of hers my child was growing. I threw the towel into the tub and slid down to kneel on it next to her legs. Supporting my weight on my arms I bowed my head to her belly.

"I really have to look for more hair on you because I love to shave you. Hello babe!" I left a soft love bite under her navel. Then I breathed through her curls which elicited an approving hum from her lips.

"Forget it, Barbara." I whispered. "I'd never shave your sweet mound of Venus." I felt her stopping to breathe. "Because I love it too much."

I knew Barbara loved my deep voice resonating through her body so with my nose tickling through her curls as I spoke to her. I think I could make her melt into an orgasm with only my words. Watching goose pimples prickle her skin I slowly told her that I'd love to softly grab those hairs before I'd slide my fingers down.

"Mmm-hmmm." she answered. I told her how I'd bury my nose in those reddish curls and breathe in her heady scent.

"Oooh!" she breathed. I mumbled that I could never remove it because it was too great a pleasure to kiss my way through this small forest of promise before I licked her clit.

At those last words her hand shot up onto my shoulder and she involuntarily squealed because I still did not touch her there. I knew I was torturing her. It was my intention to tease her without mercy and she probably felt my grin on her skin. Barbara's leg moved under my chest until she put her right heel onto the rim of the tub. I sat up and watched her. Barbara looked at me in the naughtiest way possible. Her body was straightened. A small dirty smile played around her lips. Her skin was flushing and her nipples were small, hard buds.

I swallowed and felt another pleasant twitch in my groin. My hand had slid down her thigh to her knee but then fell down when she also put her left foot onto the rim at the wall. Barbara had opened her legs for me and still looked me straight in the face.

"Tommy?!" Her voice was dark with desire.

"Yes?" I whispered.

"Shave me there," she rasped and leaned back against the wall.

I obeyed.

I massaged shaving foam thoroughly through her hidden curls. Very cautiously I placed the shaver on her bikini zone and tried to focus on her legs. In the corners of my eyes I saw her head falling backwards and her eyes closing again. I knew what she wanted. I knew what I wanted. Everything in me craved for her scent, longed for feeling her and needed to taste her juices. I wanted to suck her clit and the heat coming from her body was telling me she wanted to feel my teeth nibbling her and my tongue dipping deep into her.

Her breathing became deep and heavy.

I certainly would do her the favour. Of course I would. But first there were a few usually well-hidden parts that needed my attention and a very steady hand.


I wasn't feeling shy or embarrassed. The man who was kneeling in front of me could do whatever he wished with me. I trusted him and I wanted him to bury his face into my secret parts. I wanted to feel his teeth on my clit. I wanted him to lick my folds apart. I wanted to feel his tongue in my pussy. The image of this alone aroused me and I had to breathe deeply to calm a beginning arousal.

But first the sound of the shaving foam aerosol can met my ears and soon Tommy's hands stroked across my lower parts spreading the mousse. I hoped it was mine and not his with the woody scent. I kept still although every nerve in my body was trembling in anticipation.

The blades of my shaver glided across my bikini zone and I dared to risk a glimpse. Carefully Tommy moved the pink razor over my skin. He looked focussed and lecherous at the same time. It was gorgeous. His soft hands were so close to my centre. A razor was on the softest parts of my body.

"Oh, my..." I moaned.

I closed my eyes feeling the thrill of a sharp blade moving over skin that was usually hidden. That's what Tommy must have felt when I'd shaved his throat. His work on my bikini line done, Tommy then started to shave me on even more intimate parts. While the tips of his fingers gently hovered above my clit almost without touching one of his thumbs softly pressed on the flesh of my outer folds and his other hand carefully moved the shaver over them.

"Tommy!" I sighed. I couldn't help it. Involuntarily my muscles down there twitched.

"Keep still!" Tommy murmured and moved his fingers to the other side.

"I can't!" I whimpered. I hardly could keep my loins from moving.

When Tommy's activities didn't cooperate with my arousal anymore and his shaving twinged a bit, I squealed. It had not hurt me at all. I just wanted him to stop shaving so I could push against him to let him feel how needy I was and to let me feel the friction of his nose where I so madly wanted him.

He must have seen my face because he tossed away my shaver, quickly rinsed me with warm water and then soothed the spot, where he almost had cut me, with a sucking and saliva wet kiss.

"Mmmmh!" I moaned shortly before his fingers slicked through my sopping centre. My hands grabbed his shoulders. "Yes!"

"You like that?" Tommy whispered onto my pink nub with his fingers still stroking my folds on the outside and inside and almost moving the tips of them into me.

"Very much so." I've never known how deep my voice could go until then.

Both of Tommy's hands were pleasantly busy on me. One was constantly massaging my inner thigh and the other kneaded and stroked and caressed my sanctum. His lips kissed me around my clit while his nose tickled breezes through my curls above it. My hip moved almost constantly, rolling against his face.

"Ooooh, yes!" I started stroking circles through his hair when his complete mouth covered my nub. He sucked at it and I was beginning to pant and completely surrender to the indulgence. The tip of his tongue circled the little swollen button at the same time one of his fingers finally entered me.

"Oh, hell yeah!" I groaned. Slowly his finger moved in and out again and then a second joined it. Tommy repeated this until three fingers were inside. I pushed my hip forward and grabbed my own breast. His fingers curled one by one against my inner walls. I almost couldn't stand it but then he slid out of me and I groaned a disappointed "No!"

My excitement rose again when his lips and fingers exchanged their places and he softly nibbled at my blood filled folds. I opened more to him with letting my right knee fall slightly sideward. The other leg already circled his chest with my heel digging into his back.

"Oh, that's good! Lick it there!" Suddenly his tongue flicked into my core without stopping the constant pressure of his thumb on my clitoris. I pulled his head harder against me so he probably had difficulty forcing against it. He probably had difficulty breathing! In that moment I didn't care. Tommy's tongue went in and out and in and out and my pussy was almost trying to suck him in. My fingers left red marks on his shoulder and I pushed myself against him once more.

"Awww... deeper!" I groaned while his slightly curling tongue inside of me pressed upwards. Then he added even more pleasure with his hand on the bottom of my buttocks. My breath went in ragged spurts. Tommy's left thumb played constantly with my pink button. His right thumb caressed me close to my folds right next to his chin.

I was so close to climax. Hoarsely moaned random curses of delight filled my bathroom and Tommy did not stop flicking and curling his tongue until my thighs cramped around his head and I pulled at his hair.

"Oh, dear gaawwwd!" I groaned and then shouted his name on the peak of pleasure. "Tooooommayye!"


I had her where I wanted her. It was sheer pleasurable pain she caused to my scalp when she pulled at my hair. I had to force her legs apart with my hands so that she wasn't crushing my head but she probably wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Barbara's back bent backwards and she pushed onto my face. While I drank from the sweet juicy well I continued to thrust and curl my tongue deep into her cavern. I licked her walls all the way out and dived back in even deeper.

Her walls rhythmically pulled me inside and her hot and wet cave still tightened around me. If I didn't stop my ministrations she probably would go on climaxing forever so after she had cursed and called every deity and repeatedly had cried out my name, I gently retreated. Barbara did not hold me back but her soft whimpers were proof enough that she would have indulged in this for a little bit longer if only I would have let her.

In fact, I was the one who had to stop. After I had watched, felt and tasted her coming apart in my face I was aroused like hell. At that point I had totally forgotten that we had a date for dinner with my mother. Barbara made me feel so young I probably could still fuck her for the entire night so I got up from my aching knees, closed the folding door of the tub and turned on the tap for the shower while Barbara tried to compose herself. The view of my strong standing erection obviously was of no great help. Her hungry eyes almost never left my groin.

I took her hand and pulled her up from her seat and into my chest. I was going to shag her senseless.

"You know this doesn't work Tommy." Barbara sighed disappointed. I too was thinking back to our first clumsy and very slippery ridiculous attempt to make love under the shower and all those moments later on when we had just kissed and caressed each other and then hurried to a soft mattress. Or a carpet.

"I'll show you." I whispered into her ear.