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"The Beginning" first published to the forum on September 24, 1997
(This story was written before I had ever shaved, or been shaven. I am tempted to rewrite it, now that I have 'experience', but only time will tell.)
It was my turn to be nervous as I waited in the bedroom, perched right on the very edge of the bed, almost as if my flight to freedom was imminent. I could hear my man puttering about in the bathroom, gathering all the supplies he had decided that he would need to complete the deed. We had talked about doing this for such a long time, but now that the time had finally come.... I couldn't help feeling nervous, unsure now that the moment of truth, do or die, had finally arrived. Could I truly allow this to happen?
Could I take the final step to ultimate smoothness?
I shifted nervously on the edge of the bed, feeling the cool satiny bed covers against my naked skin.
"Are you ready, babe?"
I looked up at his smiling face. He looked so happy and eager that I couldn't help but smile in return in spite of my nervousness and last minute hesitation. I took the hand he was holding out to me, allowing him to pull me up into his strong embrace. After a quick hug and a little peck of kiss on my cheek, he spread two large, plush cottony towels to cover the bedclothes. Then ever so tenderly, but precisely, he arranged me in a position to his specifications, on the towels. I soon found myself lying flat on my back, in the middle of the big bed. My thigh length purple silk nightie had been pushed up out of the way until it was bunched up beneath my arms, with my large breasts and naked stomach completely exposed to his heated golden-brown eyed gaze. My pale skinned thighs had been spread quite wide apart, with my knees bent, but also pushed outwards.
I felt a bit embarrassed and a little silly at first, to be in such a totally exposed, and somewhat submissive position. But my love soon returned, and quite happily positioned himself on the bed between my wide spread thighs. I couldn't watch at first. I felt his warm fingers ever so gently begin snipping off small sections of my auburn-colored pussy hair. He paused every few snips, to stroke the inside of my hot thighs from knee upwards giving me little words of praise and encouragement.
I jumped a bit when he even leaned forward and kissed my softly quivering belly. He knew I was quivering in excitement, arousal, and nervousness. He continued snipping the bits of hair until he had my entire pussy trimmed to a nice quarter inch length. We had talked about just going this far the first time.... but he wanted me as smooth as he was.
"You will love the sensations of skin against smooth skin," he had told me so often, it had become a litany almost.
His large warm palm paused to briefly stroke and admire the red pussy fur before him. His touch was loving, a bit regretful, but full of anticipation of what was to follow.
After a brief moment, I gasped as I felt the very warm washcloth pressed against my openly exposed pussy. He pressed the cloth quite firmly against me, to let the warm moistness seep in and soften the hair. I felt my body begin to relax with the warm heat. I felt myself drift, my eyes closing drowsily. My breaths came slower and deeper. I could feel my tightly peaked nipples begin to soften....
Suddenly the cool shaving cream touched my hot, melting pussy. I heard his chuckle at my own gasp of surprise. I raised my head slightly. I could see my large, pale-skinned naked breasts, my nipples once again all peaked upward, asking for his attention. My tummy quivering slightly in anticipation, as I looked between my widely spread thighs at his down bent brown head. I couldn't clearly see his face, but he continued to lavishly, and quite lovingly, spread the now warming luxurious crème all over my neatly trimmed pussy. Then he glanced upwards; his smiling, reassuring warm brown eyes met mine briefly. And then I felt it--that first sure stroke of the blade. A soft gasp escaped my parted lips as I felt the pussy hair shorn so skillfully away. Each stroke was sure, precise. Each stroke removed another strip of pussy hair.
Ahh, with each of his confident, yet loving, strokes, I felt inhibitions being stripped away, just as surely as my auburn-colored pussy fur was being shorn away. Finally I felt his warm fingers stroking my pussy, gently, exploring and making sure every single hair had been removed. Now that he had gotten me this fair, he wanted me to be super smooth...
So he lathered me again, for a second going over... Until finally, he was completely satisfied that my entire genital area was free of hair. I was now completely hairless there... totally smooth... just like everyone else on the shaving forum we both enjoyed so much. After a brief pause, I felt another warm cloth pressed to skin, removing any lingering traces of shave crème or hair.
My skin seemed so much more sensitive this time though. Without the deadening layer of hair, every sensitive nerve in my pussy was screamingly alive with sensuous feelings. I was amazed, overwhelmed at the feeling. But my man just smiled knowingly into my bemused face. While he held my gaze with his own, I felt his hands begin to massage warm oil into my pussy, searching out all the hidden folds of skin. He didn't miss a single millimeter of super-sensitive skin. When I thought it could never be any better than that, he bent forward and gently blew warm puffs of air over my quivering, desperately needful pussy. Then ever so gently he raised my bottom with his hand, and whisked the towels away. I caught my breath at the coolness of the satin beneath me. He shifted slightly, pausing to give one teasing stroke and a pinch to my ever so taut right nipple.
When I could no longer stop the restless, longing moan from escaping my parted lips, that is when he introduced me to the ultimate pleasure and joys of shaving my pussy... I could not stop the scream of joy....
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