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Sylvia and Darlene
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SYLVIA
Part One
Sorry that I haven't been on in a while, but I've been out of town on
business. Yes, a week in Hawaii but for four days I had to attend two hours of
meetings each day. Rough job, but somebody had to do it. Had an interesting
experience that I thought would be perfect to share with you. I started on my
second day, by the pool. Being the only one from the company at the meetings,
I wasn't as concerned as usual about my image (outside of the meetings of
course). I used the opportunity to break in a new bikini that I bought last
year and had never worn in public. The bra is small, but not exceptional (not
that I have anything exceptional to fill it), but the bottoms are daring to say
the least. It's a diaper cut that covers about half my ass and in front there
is a two inch strip, which if I'm careful will conceal my pussy lips.
I had a fair tan when I left for the Islands. The bathing suit is
white. I realized I was getting a lot of stares, and enjoying it. There was
this gorgeous blonde sitting at a table facing me. Over the course of three
hours, every time I glanced up, I saw her staring at me. It really didn't
bother me at all, I was enjoying it in fact. Hell at thirty-two, I'll take all
the envy I can get from the college aged crowd.
I had an appointment for dinner, so about five o'clock I took a quick
plunge to wake up and headed for my room. I didn't realize it at first, but the
blonde was right behind me as I waited for the elevator. When a bellhop got off
the elevator at the third floor there were just the two of us left for the ride
up. I was on the twentieth floor and my companion had pushed the button for
twenty-three. It took about three floors for her to shift her eyes from my
crotch to my face.
We smiled at each other and she complemented my bathing suit. By the
fifteenth floor we had exchanged names and home cities. Just as the doors
started to open on my floor, she asked one last question.
"Sylvia, I know this is really forward of me, but I've been wondering
all afternoon. How do you keep your pubic hair from sticking out? Do you use
hot wax? I've been afraid to try it; I know it must really hurt."
I had stepped off the elevator and was holding the door open with my
hand. Instead of answering her, I let go of the door and as it started to
close, I reached down and pulled the crotch of my bathing suit to the side. Her
eyes grew a little wider and her smile a little broader as she looked at my
clean shaven pussy.
While I did think about that cute blonde, by the way her name is
Darlene, a couple of times that night, I didn't get my hopes too high. I am
very rarely the aggressor, with either a man or a woman. (I don't handle
rejection very well, so why open myself up for it.) So it would be up to
Darlene to take the next step. And I was prepared for her to totally ignore me
the next time we met. I figured the chances of meeting a girl from a small
mid-western town who was interested in and available for a casual gay
relationship with a woman who was close to her mother's age, were pretty slim.
Still, as I used two fingers to sooth myself to sleep it was Darlene I saw on
the back of my eyelids.
I sat at the poolside bar nursing a drink for almost an hour before I
saw Darlene pick out a lounge chair and start to smooth lotion onto her skin. I
waited a few minutes longer so I wouldn't appear obvious, before walking to an
empty chair on the other side of the pool. I was careful not to look in her
direction and turned the chair slightly to the side. It seemed like hours had
passed, but when I took my watch from my bag I saw that it had only been about
five minutes. I was tempted to just glance over to see if she had even seen me,
but I didn't, I replaced my watch and removed a bottle of suntan oil. As I
unscrewed the top a voice from behind asked if the chair next to me was taken.
The afternoon passed quickly. We talked about clothes, men, food, and
nail polish. Darlene was really fun company and I was resolved to the fact that
I had made a new friend, nothing more. At one point Darlene offered to spread
oil on my back when she saw me strain to reach the middle. As her fingers
worked over my back I was felt a little sorry that we'd never be more intimate.
Probably not the last time I'll ever be wrong. As the sun started to
set we both started packing up. As we walked to the lobby Darlene opened the
door.
"You know, I really like the way you look down there. Is it hard to
keep up?" Darlene eyes were fixed on my crotch again.
While we waited for the elevator, I started to tell her how simple it
was, but a disgusting man with a pot belly and an unlit cigar butt cut our
discussion short. As the doors shut behind us I leaned toward Darlene and in a
soft voice said, "I've got everything I'd need to show you in my room."
When Darlene didn't reach for the elevator button, I knew there was
still a chance have a little fun during my business trip.
Inside my room Darlene stood in front of a full length mirror and
adjusted the crotch of her suit. I sat on the bed behind her and watched her
reflection as she rolled the waist band down her hips a little and gathered the
material of the front panel into a narrow strip.
"I'd love to wear a suit like yours, but this looks a little silly.
Don't you think so?"
She turned around to face me, and I saw what she meant. There were
blonde hairs sticking from around all three sides of the small triangle of
material she had formed.
"Is it a big hassle to keep yourself like you do?"
Darlene listened intently as I described my morning ritual. I told her
that I hardly even thought about it, but that I had been shaving myself for
many years. I was honest and let her know that at first it could take a bit of
time and that if you tried to rush, you wind up with little nicks, and that a
hairy pussy looked better than one covered with scars. I didn't want to be too
negative, so I told her some of the benefits too. I told her that most men
found it a big turn on, that if she liked to have her pussy sucked and licked
she would find her partners doing a better job, because they could see what
they were doing. I explained how tight pants would cling to my cunt lips and
show a clear outline of them. Also how not having a cushion of hair hiding my
clit made it so much more sensitive.
"Would you like to see just how it's done?" Expecting her answer I
walked toward the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water in the sink and hooked my thumbs into the
waist band of my suit. I stood just like that, waiting to see what the girl
would do. When she lifted herself onto the counter next to the sink and crossed
her legs I continued. I slowly pushed the panties off my hips and down my
thighs as they neared my knees, gravity took over and they fell to my feet. At
the same time I stepped out of the little piece of cloth I reached for a wash
cloth and placed it under the running water.
I gave Darlene a chance to get a good look at my cunt before I broke
her concentration by turning off the water and explaining that the hot water
softened the hairs and made the job easier. Taking the steaming rag with me I
walked over to the toilet and placed my right foot on the lid. I knew that in
this position the lips separated and Darlene could see the pink gash between
them. I placed the towel against myself and just stood silently for a minute.
It took less than two minutes for me to rub some lotion on (to help the
blade slide over the skin), lather myself up, and wisk away the few small hairs
that had sprouted in the past few hours.
"I use more lotion afterward, too," I explained as I demonstrated, "I
don't know that it helps any, but it's an excuse to touch myself once more. It
really feels great, so smooth and so soft."
With my hand still on my cunt I took the two steps back to where she
sat. I pulled my hand up my belly slowly until just my middle finger was
resting between the lips, right over my clit. Darlene eased herself off the
counter and stood a few inches away from me. Her hand was at the same level as
my cunt and right in front of it, but she didn't reach out. Maybe I just didn't
give her time, I pulled my hand away and leaned toward her at the same time.
"That feels divine." Darlene slid her hand over the mound and slipped
her fingers around the lips. She repeated the motion a few more times before
stepping back and pulling her hand away. "And it looks so sexy. I'm gonna do
it!"
There was a gleam in her eyes as she uttered her decision. I told her
that the first time took some extra preparation and that it was a good idea to
have some help. I didn't even pretend to think about it when she asked if I
would assist.
Darlene was lying on the bed with her legs spread apart and a towel
under her ass. I ran my fingers through the golden curls and gathered a small
lock between my fingers. As I slid the scissors under my fingers I gave her one
last chance.
"Having any second thoughts?"
She shook her head. Ten minutes later she had a crew cut. I told her it
would be easier for me if she remained lying down and I went to get my
supplies. When I returned with the ice bucket full of hot water, a few
disposable razors, shaving cream and a towel I saw that she had placed the make
up mirror from the dresser between her legs.
As I placed the hot towel over her I push gently against her pussy with
my hand. As I peeled the towel away I could see the head of her clit sticking
out from between her lips. I lathered her up and quickly had only those lips
left to do. Picking up a new razor, I repositioned myself between her legs. I
lifted one of her feet and placed it on my shoulder. As I grasped one of her
cunt lips and held it tight across the other, I explained how pulling the skin
taught made for a cleaner shave. I worked very slowly at this stage, because I
was enjoying the way my finger was nestled into her slit. I reversed the
operation and the job was almost done.
The first shave really does require some extra care and work. I wanted
this to be a first class job so I started all over with a new coat of lather
and yet another razor. I just wanted to make sure there was no stubble to spoil
the sensation the first time she ran her fingers over her bald cunt. When it
was done I wiped away the last traces of shaving cream with the towel and
handed Darlene the lotion.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and we both watched as she
worked the lotion into her skin. I stared at her cunt as she took her hand
away. It was the sexiest thing I've seen in a long long time. Her clit was
sticking out almost a quarter of an inch. It looked like a little tiny pink
cock. Darlene saw it too.
"Oh look, you can see my little clitty." As if to prove it she reached
down and rolled it between her fingers. "Does it look funny sticking out like
this?"
Instead of answering, I knelt on the tile floor in front of her and
planted a kiss right on it. The added stimulation from her fingers had made
the button swell even more and I had no problem holding it between my lips and
teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Without looking up I knew Darlene was
enjoying it. The little whimpers told me so, but I'm glad I did look up. She
had unhooked the front of her top and was pinching her nipples while I
continued to suckle her clit.
Darlene liked her hairless look as much as I did. Whenever I didn't
have my tongue or my finger inside her she was looking in mirrors, trying to
get a new view. At one point she got on her hands and knees, put her hand
between her legs and spread her cunt wide open. She told me to get the mirror
and directed me to adjust it this way and that until she had a good view. We
both watched as she worked one, then two and finally three fingers inside.
Darlene pumped her fingers in and out about a dozen times before pulling them
free and, almost too fast to be seen, slammed in her thumb up to the hilt. Her
fingers glistened with her juice and she put the lubricant to good use. She
used the slick goo to lube up her butt hole and then eased a finger into it.
She rocked her hand back and forth. First toward her cunt, and when her thumb
was buried and her finger was about to pop out of her anus, she reversed the
motion.
A watched as long as I could and then I had to do something. I knelt
behind her and eased her finger out of her butt and watched for a second as the
sphincter started to close the opening her finger had created. This always
reminds me of the door of a spaceship closing. Before it had a chance to shut
all the way, I stuck the tip of my tongue in. As I applied pressure I could
feel the muscle relax and her asshole open up. I have to be pretty turned on
before I give a rim job, but once I reach that point, it only makes me hotter.
A flash of light distracted me, for a second I thought someone had
entered the room taken a photo. When I opened my eyes I realized that Darlene
had picked up the mirror from the bed and was watching. As I worked on her ass,
Darlene continued to finger her cunt. I pushed my tongue into her butt as far
as I could and held still for a minute. I could feel her fingers pushing up
against the skin that was surrounding my tongue.
As I was checking out the next day, I decided to walk past the pool so
I could say good-bye once more, if Darlene happened to be there. She was and
lying on the chair next to her was her double. As I was introduced to her twin
sister Dana, I noticed they were wearing identical bikinis. Teeny, tiny
identical bikinis and there wasn't a hair to be seen except on their heads.
The smile on Darlene's lips proved my suspicion. I was way behind schedule
already and tried desperately to think of a good excuse to have to spend
another day in Hawaii. I knew there wasn't one that would work.
My eyes were closed for the entire flight across the Pacific, but I
didn't sleep a wink, I was watching movies. Not "Baby Boom," the in-flight
film, which is how most of the other passengers filled the time. The movies I
watched were in my head. There was the one about Darlene showing off her
hairless cunt to her sister and convincing her to remain identical. And the one
about the twins in bed together enjoying the new access they had to each
other's oversized clits. And then my favorite - the one about the short lady
from California teaching the look-alikes some new twists, and learning a few.
...to be continued...
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