1. More Froth


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: bobbibangbang, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    sounded pleased with herself. The girl settled back on her heels and rolled up her sleeves. She dipped the cloth into the water. With gentle, ceremonious hands she began to wash the patch of hair in front of her, teasing the already damp bits with little pulls, soaking the entire area with warm water. She winced at the first touch of the hot cloth not expecting it despite the sounds she had heard earlier. "Sorry", the girl apologized, "your water ran warmer than I thought." For solace, she rubbed gently over the tender area with a feather touch from her finger, smoothing away the discomfort all the while. Bobbi's hips rolled with the touch, following it as long as she could. Once she felt satisfied the tuft was wet where she wanted, as much she wanted, she sprayed a mound of shaving cream into her hand and lathered her captive like icing on a small personal cake. She rinsed her hands in the bowl and continued as if this were a spa day and her most recent client had requested a special waxing treatment. "Ordinarily, one does this with a regular razor, but this is special. Remember about the extra shavings and extra froth?" Bobbi moaned at the memory, the double entendre she had ignored at the time thinking about something just like this. She edged her hips a little closer, tried to lift them a little higher for her barber. Her shaver reached up and tugged the chain a little harder than before and looked up at Bobbi, serious and stern all hints of play gone from her voice. ...
    "Sit still damn it! This isn't going to hurt, but if you keep wiggling someone will get hurt. Now, do I have your full attention?" She nodded at the girl with the ponytail, made understanding sounds behind the gag and tried to settle back. All her nerves jangled, each wanting something to happen, something dangerous, something sensual, something totally out of her control. Another flash of lightning and Bobbi glimpsed that mischief smile before the girl bent her attention downwards. Fire burned in her , the fear, the indecision melted and soaking the towel between her legs and she braced herself for the first stroke of the razor. Ethereal light from outside reflected off the pearlescent handle of the razor. Bobbi felt the pressure of the blonde's small hand on one hip as the cool steel glided across her skin. A swath of pale skin shone in the candlelight after the blade passed. A dip in the water to rinse the razor and another short swipe at her lathered mound. Lips pressed where bare skin now showed. She could not resist squeezing and lifting her buttocks up, kissing the lips back with pressure if nothing else. Long moments stretched while they pressed against each other. A gentle tug on the silver chain reminded Bobbi to relax and let her new barber finish. Reluctant, she eased back down, arched her back like a cat and waited. The chain wriggled with the movement and she shivered a short gasp on her lips. The girl between her legs shifted, moved her grip a fraction this way, ...
«12...678...10»