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Becky’s filthy depilation.
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Chapter 1 - Beginnings.
Becky was very happy with her life. She’d been married to Simon for five years and they had a lovely home, albeit with a huge mortgage. Simon worked on the oil rigs, his present contract three weeks on, three weeks off. Becky was a manager at the local Lidl store.
Becky was a hot woman. 29 years old, 5’6” tall, curvy with firm D cup boobs and a big firm round bottom and shapely legs. Straight shoulder length aubern hair framed her beautiful face.
Becky loved having Simon home for several weeks at a time, but missed him terribly when he was working away. They’d discussed him finding alternative work, but there was nothing they could find that would pay enough to cover the mortgage.
They’d been interested in swinging since before they were married and had a couple’s account on fab swingers to which they both had access. It was only ever Becky who looked and chose playmates though. They usually invited maybe four couples or select single males to join them at home each year. Nothing extreme, just lovely sensual fun. Simon had previously said he’d be ok with Becky inviting a guy over while he was away if she felt lonely and needed some attention. She’d dismissed it out of hand saying ‘Never. We only play together.’. Nonetheless, he’d granted her open ended permission if she felt the urge.
One Tuesday evening when Simon was away Becky was perusing local contacts on Fab. She was considering arranging a meet for when he got back that weekend. As she scrolled she saw a status on the profile of an older local male, James. It said ‘Free sensual depilation for local ladies.’.
Intrigued, Becky viewed James’ profile. As she read through it explained that he would attend local addresses and would carefully and skilfully shave whichever parts of a ladies anatomy she liked. He used traditional shaving soap foamed with a brush in a special bowl heated from underneath with boiling water to make warm super slippery foam. After meticulously shaving each area with a brand new blade in a traditional metal safety razor he would gently massage moisturiser into that area. He asked for nothing sexual in return.
‘Well that’s a bit weird.’ Becky thought. It crossed her mind, however, that she hadn’t dealt with that issue since a week before Simon went away. She usually got waxed at a salon but it was expensive and they couldn’t really afford it. It also tended to cause a bit of irritation, like a red spotty rash at the top of her legs too. She liked to look perfect for Simon so usually got waxed a week before he came home and ‘touched up’ with a razor as needed. She had limited dexterity though and couldn’t always reach everything.
Curiosity got the better of Becky and she messaged James. ‘Are you for real? Can I see a face picture?’
James replied ‘Of course. Can I be of assistance?’ sending a picture.
James was older and not really her type, but something about the idea was growing on her. It would be naughty and kinky to have another man shave her for Simon’s return. After a few messages back and forth a meet was arranged for Thursday evening. James only required that Becky be freshly showered for the meet and that she had four large clean dry towels and a flannel available. ‘No problem.’ she thought….. |
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Chapter 2 - The Arrival.
Thursday came around and Becky was starting to regret agreeing to meet with James. She’s Whatsapped with Simon but not mentioned it. She felt it a bit too weird to explain. Work was a crashing bore and her dayshift seemed to last forever. Inventory reports, customer complaints, staff problems.
Becky got home at about seven pm. She was hot, sticky and irritable. She’d prepared the house ready for James’ visit the previous evening and he wasn’t coming until nine so all she needed to do was eat, watch tv for a little while and then cleanse herself.
Becky decided to soak in a bath rather than shower so she could make sure was really clean. As she soaped her legs she could feel how hairy she’d got. It felt distinctly unsexy. Her pussy was a bit of a state too. She usually kept just a small narrow strip of hair vertically up from the top of her slit. She had maybe 8mm of growth all over and her growth extended out to the very tops of her legs. It looked very untidy. She’d always prepared herself when she knew anyone would be seeing her, let alone touching her.
By half past eight Becky had dried herself and was laying on her bed naked cooling off. At about ten to nine she got up. She put a bra and a pair of comfy Bridget Jones panties on. She didn’t want to wear anything sexy because it might give James the wrong idea. She put on a little silky dressing gown and waited until the doorbell rang. She didn’t have long to wait.
The doorbell rang and Becky opened the front door with trepidation. Outside stood James with a large grey plastic box. “Come in.” she said. “Thank you.” said James.
Once inside James asked “So, are you all ready beautiful?”. “Yes.” replied Becky. “Where do we do it?”.
James explained that he liked to work on the floor. He walked into the lounge and said “This will be perfect if I can just move the coffee table.”. Becky replied “Of course.”.
Becky watched as James arranged his workspace. He moved the coffee table and then produced from the box what looked like an old fashioned canvas groundsheet. He laid this down before asking Becky for the towels she had to provide. He laid a towel on the groundsheet. James folded another towel to one side and laid out various items. A large bowl. What looked like a small blue teapot, an old fashioned looking shiny metal razor, a tub with a lit which said ‘shaving cream’ on the side. He also took from the box a wedge shaped foam item covered in blue vinyl. It was about the size of a pillow, but maybe fifteen centimetres deep along one edge tapering to just one centimetre deep on the other long edge.
James asked Becky to get a couple of pillows from upstairs. When she came down he asked her to show him the kitchen. Once there he filled his bowl with pretty hot tap water and boiled a full kettle. He took the little blue teapot to the draining board and filled it via the spout. Becky noticed that instead of a large hole at the top where the lid would usually go there was a dished part that curved down inside. She could see how it worked. The hot water inside would heat the dished bowl part where he would lather the shaving soap. He emptied the little teapot and refilled it with fresh boiled water to make sure it was extra hot.
They went back to the lounge and James said “Time to undress Becky.”. She asked “Can I keep my bra and knickers on until you get to my privates?”. James replied firmly and with slight irritation “No. This is a sensual service and you being naked is part of that. I need it to work effectively.”. “Ok then.” she replied.
Becky undressed, her large boobs and perky nipples now free, her hairy pussy now on show. James positioned her laying her on the floor, on her back with her head and shoulders on two stacked pillows, her bottom on the edge of the towel and her legs across it. “Right. We’ll begin.” he said….. |
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James took a fresh razor blade from the paper packet. One of the old fashioned Gillette types. He said “These date from 1903, and in skilled hands have never been bettered for a close and comfortable shave. The new fangled types are all marketing and no substance.” He took the blade and held it between two fingers and did something rather strange where he rubbed it sideways across the heel of his large hand. He said he was ‘stropping’ the blade to condition the edge. He loaded it up into a very shiny chromed old fashioned looking razor.
James wet the shaving brush in the bowl of water and rubbed it in a container of Derby shaving soap. He then worked the brush in various swirling motions in the dished part of the little blue teapot thing. Soon, white foam started to appear. James studied the foam and experimented, adding water to it just a couple of drips at a time. When he was happy he rested the brush down.
James wet the flannel in the bowl and the propped up Becky’s left leg such that her knee was up and the sole of her foot on the floor. As he did this, he’d parted her legs slightly and her hairy pussy was on full display.
James proceeded to moisten Becky’s left with the flannel, then taking the foamy white shaving brush, started to paint her lower leg in the foam. The brush was soft and warm, and slid so slickly across her hairy leg. As soon as there was an even coating of foam James set to work with the razor. He worked from the knee down at first, and after the first pass re-coated with foam. This time he went sort os sideways across the leg in stripes. When he’d finished he put down the razor and ran his fingertips up and down, stroking her leg. It felt super smooth, and it turned Becky on a little bit. She could feel her pussy soften and widen. She was embarrassed and tried to think of something else. James carried on and did the same with her lower right leg… |
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Chapter 4 - Moving on up.
When James had finished Becky’s lower legs he returned to the kitchen to refill the little blue kettle thing with boiling water again. He’d be making some more hot foam to do the rest. He’d be also replaced the razor blade with a new one, again ‘stropping’ it on his hand to condition the edge.
Becky had got pretty turned on by James doing just her lower legs. She was sure that this would be clearly visible to James who had a clear view of her pussy. She felt a little slutty and ashamed, like she was cheating on Simon. This was not what she had intended. She felt naive and silly.
James bent down next to her and reached for the foam wedge. “To do your upper legs, I need to raise your bottom a little.” he said followed by “Bum up.” As a curt instruction. Becky did as she was bade. She raised her bottom bearing her weight on her feet and shoulders. James positioned the wedge shaped cushion carefully under her bottom. Becky lowered herself and as she did, the angle of the wedged cushion gently rotated her pelvis upwards. Her feet were still flat on the floor, her legs apart and knees high. Her pussy, which was just visibly aroused in her previous pose was now a full on wet ‘gape’ really open. She felt like a complete slut now. ‘This guy’s a bloody filthy old perv.’ she thought. ‘Clever though!
James slowly stroked her smooth lower legs before picking up the brush and foaming her upper left leg. Once again, the foam was super silky smooth and slippery. This time he placed her lower leg on his shoulder and carefully lathered right up to the egde of her puffy fed wet cunt. Right into the crease in her groin. Once more he deftly wielded the razor, his fingers tracing her leg. Two passes left her silky smooth. Then he moved on to the right. The whole scenario was super filthy and she just got wetter. By the time he’d finished she was in a state of near trance. Pretty much gagging for sex and feeling like an absolutely filthy unfaithful slag.
Bottom next said James….. |
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Chapter 5 - Bend over Becky.
James neatly folded a towel into a square in front of the sofa. He guided Becky into a position on her knees with her hands on her buttocks. “Spread your cheeks wide.” he commanded. Becky could hardly believe she was doing it, but complied. She knew she was spreading her pussy as well as her butt cheeks and had a very good idea of the view James was getting. She thought of Simon working away on the rigs to pay the mortgage. Here she was being an easy slag in their house just to save a few quid on salon bills. As she spread herself she heard her pussy make quite a discernable noise as her wet lips parted. She just closed her eyes.
James worked her butt hole and surrounds with his brush and razor. He traced the now smooth area with his fingers and applied a little pressure to her sphincter. It felt delicious, but she didn’t say anything.
“Now for the elephant in the room, or should I say, the growler.” said James, tongue in cheek. |
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Chapter 6 - Finale.
James repositioned Becky on the floor. He went back to the kitchen and put more boiling water in the little blue pot. He made up a final batch of foam. When he’d finished he propped up her bum on the wedged cushion again. Now, legs spread and with a dripping wet pussy she was about to be properly touched.
James traced across her hairy pussy with the warm brush. It was silky smooth and the sensation was electric. He worked a lather then started to examine her with his fingertips. They expertly explored her slit. “I wouldn’t want the blade near the wrong parts.” he said. “A little nick in the wrong place could be very painful.”
James worked her pussy expertly and Becky moaned with pleasure as his fingers teased her post sensitive parts. Before long she was silky smooth. ‘Baby butt smooth’ James called it.
James wiped her pussy clean with the flannel and dried it. Before she could say anything his face was between her legs, his tongue working her wet pussy. “This wasn’t part of the deal!” panted Becky. “You didn’t just say stop mumbled James, his mouth full of pussy.” Becky just rolled her head and moaned, writhing with waves of pleasure. She’d been sex starved while Simon was away. This just felt so good!
About two orgasms in, James lifted himself and started to take his trousers off. Becky laid there legs apart and studied his decent sized totally hair free cock. It was standing proud like the Eiffel Tower.
James lowered himself between her legs and she whimpered “Condom.”. He replied “Vasectomy.” and carried on. Pushing his hard length into her bare slippery sleeve. As he began to thrust Becky knew she was really cheating now. She and Simon never played bare with anyone.
James was a great fuck. His cock was hard and he lasted a long time. When he’d unloaded inside Becky she was totally satisfied, if a bit red faced and embarrassed. His warm cum oozed out of her and down her bum crack.
James collected his kit together and left. Becky reflected that at least she was all smooth for When Simon got back. She’d never call bloody James again though. Or would she, readers?
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