Chapter Ten: Reflections (Part Two)
Merle stares at his reflection in the dimly lit mirror. He never knew he could look so shitty and tired until now. Thankfully, most of the dirt and blood had been washed off his face and body, and he knows of only one person gracious enough to do such a thing. The thought of Mitch's hands on his body causes his penis to stir beneath the thin cloth covering his flesh. The smile that now plasters his face is a stark contrast to his sunken eyes, too-long stubble, and unkempt hair. Merle notices that Mitch left a razor and shaving cream by the sink, along with soap and washcloths. Clearly he wasn't the only one who thought he looked a little worse for wear.

Merle moves to the toilet and empties his bladder. He wonders how he had been pissing and shitting these last few days. He has absolutely no recollection of ever going to the bathroom but he knows even the sickest bodies still produce waste. He shakes his head and decides it was probably best not to know.

Back at the mirror, he washes his face with the room temperature water then slathers his ever-growing beard with shaving cream. He takes a deep breath as he grabs the razor and attempts to shave with his left hand, a task he had never thought he would need to do.

"Fuck!" he exclaims as he nicks his skin and a small trickle of blood begins to flow down his face. He continues to remove his thick salt-and-pepper coloured facial hair with the cheap plastic disposable razor. With each tiny laceration, caused by his inexperience shaving left-handedly, a barrage of swears escape his lips.

He hears a small knock on the door, followed by Mitch's pleasant voice, "You alright in there?"

"Could use a hand shavin'... since I only got one now..." He replies. He isn't too fond of needing help doing something so basic. Something he had been doing since he was fifteen. But from the amount of blood flowing down his face, he knows he could use some assistance.

Mitch cautiously enters the tiny bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She then gasps at the gruesome site of Merle's face, "Oh no... Oh Merle," she says softly as she picks up a cloth and presses it gently on the oozing nicks. Once the bleeding stops, she takes the razor from Merle's clenched fist, "Here, let me..."

Merle never thought letting someone shave his facial hair could be so sensual and sexual. Mitch stands between him and the sink, their bodies only inches apart. He can feel the heat radiating off her slender form. Her perky breasts occasionally brush across his broad chest as she expertly uses the razor to remove his beard. Mitch focuses on the task at hand, so much so that her eyes never leave Merle's lower face. Merle realizes he has an unobstructed, uninterrupted view of her youthful face and body, so he takes full advantage of it.

He quickly becomes captivated as he watches her work. He loves how she bites her lower lip each time she brings the blade to his face. He thinks she looks incredibly sexy with part of her lip between her teeth and is overcome by an urge to pull it out and nibble on the soft flesh with his own teeth. Merle resists the temptation, knowing he should at least wait until she is done shaving.

Mitch's left hand rests on the side of his face, gently guiding his head to prevent any further accidents. Merle can't help but notice how soft her skin is. He remembers how sweet and salty she had tasted when he had nuzzled her neck earlier and wonders if her flesh tastes the same on the rest of her scrumptious body.

He can feel her shallow breaths on his neck and upper chest. The small puffs of air tickle his skin and cause goosebumps to form. Merle can feel his penis beginning to harden and desperately wants to press it against her so she can feel his want for her. Once again, he resists temptation, but his breathing quickens in correspondence with his growing desire. He can feel that Mitch's breathing is also more rapid and he wonders if she too has a sexual desire burning within. Their breathing eventually becomes synced, their chests moving up and down in tandem, as though they were one.

Mitch tilts Merle's head upward in order to gain access to the stubble under his chin. He glances into the mirror and is able to see her backside. He is tempted to place his hand on the smooth curve of her lower back and run his hand along the roundness of her firm ass. He uses his last bit of willpower to hold off, knowing that the owner of that fine ass is currently holding a blade to his neck. He shifts his eyes once more and focuses back on Mitch's face. Her lower lip now appears slightly swollen from being bitten so often and Merle knows he can't resist much longer.

Mitch moves her left hand down to his chest and turns her body toward the sink. She puts the razor down and grabs a washcloth, moistening it with water. She turns back toward Merle and tenderly wipes away the excess shaving cream. Their eyes lock and a wave of sexual tension passes between them.

Mitch smiles and starts to say, "There that's much..."

But Merle's needs are far too pressing. For the last several minutes, this woman has been driving him crazy and he is hornier than hell. He swiftly slides his hand behind her head, pulls her toward him and envelopes her lush lips with his own, before she can finish her sentence.

Mitch's eyes initially widen in surprise but softly close as the kiss deepens, both of them becoming consumed with passion. Merle presses his tongue against her soft lips and can briefly taste the strawberry flavoured lip gloss coating her lips before she parts them, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. Their tongues dance together and their breathing becomes more laboured as lust invades their bodies. Merle presses up against Mitch, forcing her backward, until she is up against the sink. She lets out a short gasp when her bare thighs make contact with the cool porcelain. He slowly slides his hand down her back until it rests on her ass. He then squeezes it, becoming even more turned on by the feel of her curves.

Without interrupting the swapping of saliva, he moves his hand underneath her thigh and tries to boost her up onto the sink. However, with only one hand, he is unable to lift her and mentally curses the bastards that caused him this trouble. Those thoughts are quickly abolished as Mitch lifts herself up onto the countertop and pulls Merle between her now spread legs.

He can feel the growing warmth being emitted from Mitch's pussy through her denim shorts and smirks, enjoying the fact that he can still turn on a woman, especially one as fine as Mitch. He presses his cock into the spot where her long sexy legs come together and Mitch lets a moan escape her mouth. This further fuels Merle's passion as he begins to gyrate against Mitch. Their tongues continue to swirl around their mouths as they take in one another's ragged breaths. Mitch runs her fingers through Merle's hair then wraps her arms around his thick neck, pulling his body even closer to hers.

Merle continues to rub his cock against Mitch, feeling himself become longer and harder, his need to be inside her becoming all the more potent. He knows he is hitting her sweet spot by the ever increasing amount of moans being vocalized by the woman. He can also feel the warm moisture forming at the crotch of her jeans.

Suddenly, the flimsy hospital gown he had been wearing drops to the floor. He had been so wrapped up in dry humping Mitch that he hadn't noticed her untying the garment. For the first time since their tongues initially became entwined, Mitch breaks away from their heated kiss, when she places her hands on his chest and pushes their bodies apart. Merle is initially disappointed by this, until he realizes what the vixen is up to.

Mitch slowly climbs off the sink and briefly stands before Merle. She seductively runs her hands along Merle's chest and firm stomach, going lower and lower with each pass of her hands. Just as her hands graze the start of his pubic hair, Mitch begins to lower her body until she is kneeling in front of Merle's naked body, her head in line with his impressive erection.

She looks up at Merle and slowly and seductively licks her lips before wrapping her moistened lips around his fully erect penis. Her eyes remain locked onto Merle's as she swirls her tongue around the head of his manhood. He can't help but let loose a series of grunts and moans as Mitch caresses the tip of his cock with her tongue, all the while maintaining eye contact, something that had always drove him wild with want.

Seeing that she had the desired effect on the man, a smile forms at the corners of Mitch's lips. Her tongue leaves the tip of his larger-than-average cock and begins to run along the length of his shaft. Merle's eyes roll into his head as he is overcome with pleasure. Now that he has broken their eye-contact, Mitch's gaze falls on his throbbing member and Merle becomes even more turned-on at the sight of this beautiful woman enjoying his penis almost as much as he is enjoying her mouth.

Merle looks up and sees his reflection in the mirror yet again. His mouth forms a giant smirk at being able to see himself getting a blow job. He watches as Mitch's head bobs back and forth, having now taken his cock into her mouth. He places his hand on her head and starts to guide her head back and forth, until his now thrusting hips are in sync with her mouth movements.

Merle can feel his pleasure growing and knows his orgasm won't be long if Mitch maintains this toe-curling pace. He tries to pull back in order to prolong this experience but Mitch grabs onto his ass, keeping him in place. He feels her tongue circling around his cock at the same time Mitch moves her mouth, taking him in deeper and deeper. Their movements become faster and faster until Merle can feel he is on the brink of the inevitable. Suddenly his body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure rush over him and he can feel his essence spill into her mouth. He smiles as he feels her swallow his cum. He always did prefer swallowers over spitters.

It takes a few moments for Merle to regain his composure as he leans against the cool tiled wall, his breathing slows until it is at its usual rate and rhythm. In that time, Mitch has rearranged herself and now stands before Merle, a small smile graces her lips but her eyes are filled with mixed emotions. Merle pulls Mitch toward him by the waist and attempts to unbutton her shorts, wanting to return the favour to the woman who had just sent him over the edge.

Mitch pushes Merle away. He registers that her eyes are filled with concern and he briefly wonders why. His question is soon answered as Mitch softly says, "You have no idea how much I want you to... Really... But you look a bit pale... I think you need to get back to bed before you pass out on me," she sweetly kisses him on his cheek then grins, "I told you that you couldn't handle me, old man."

As much as Merle hates to admit it, Mitch was right. That had been the most excitement and physical activity Merle had experienced in days, and his body was feeling it. However, he sure as hell wasn't an old man and to prove that point, he swiftly smacks Mitch's ass.

Mitch smiles at his playfulness then tosses Merle a clean pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He reluctantly allows her to help him get dressed but is secretly happy because even the most mundane tasks have become difficult now that he has only one hand.

Merle sighs as Mitch opens the door, grabs his hand, and leads him out of the bathroom back toward his bed.