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Even before he arrived I knew what to expect, but it excited me, I was on a sexual high, soon my husband would be off to the airport and bring this guy, for whom I was about to prepare myself for, and it made me both feel giddy and sexually alive, for the first time in so many years.
I could remember him from a brief meeting many years before, back then he was kinda weird, and initially his comments I put down to drinking too much, but there was something in his demeanor that shouted out loud to women, inexperience, in large dozes, unable to communicate comfortably with females and a self defecating lack in confidence, it was as if he knew he was doomed to failure, so he distanced himself and pretended he did not want to know, but in his quieter moments you sensed his desire for sex, back then your flesh crawled with unease at the thought of him trying to possess you, the girls would tease each other by branding you and him together, none ever did though, he was a bad joke with pretty weird ideas about females.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror studying myself, applying more scrutiny than I normally did, 'This will have to go', I mentally thought, as I put the plug into the bung-hole and turned on the hot water faucet.
I was running my fingers through my sparse pubic hair, 'I will shave off what there is, make it look like it did when I was entering my puberty', I smiled ironically, the idea of such an naughty act brought on another deep ache, now emanating from inside my womanhood, something I noted, as I slid my finger between my lips and noticed I was wet, another clear sign I was sexually motivated.
My eyes fell upon my breasts, than God nature had been kind to me, even now in my advancing years of mid thirties, I could still compete with my teenage daughter, firm and tip-tilted, making my erect nipples still point skyward, another surge of heat from my loins, God I needed to get ready, 'Enough', my mind screamed, surely I would have a God almighty orgasm if I kept this up for much longer.
I shaved using a wet razor, 'Clean as a wet whistle' I followed the curvature as it disappeared between my shapely thighs, my first shaving, perhaps now it would grow back thicker and bushier, but blond, my natural coloring. It did look younger, softer and more silken, a small rubbing of Chanel 19, 'Fuck my mind screamed', then I laughed, I had forgot about shaving and perfume, my young daughter was the last time I discovered that. back then she was doubled up and took time too cool down.
The phone rang and I answered, it was my husband to say his plane had touched down, 'What are you doing', he asked me, a sharp keen edge to his voice, 'I am getting ready darling', I responded deliciously, genuinely excited by the prospect of what lay ahead.
'Did you shave as he asked you to', I did not answer immediately, instead choosing to subject myself to another submissive surge of obedience, 'Yes Darling, everywhere', was my answer, meaning not just my pubis, but under my arms also, though to be honest, it was more in obedience I acted rather than out of necessity, I was a bald lady, soft but firm, curvaceous and warm.
Recalling our brief encounter he had made it clear than when he made love to a woman, he wanted complete nudity, no jewelry, or body hair, he specified flesh grinding on flesh, as if in his desperation, he wanted to climb back into the womb, perhaps he had a fixation with his mother, back then we all laughed when we discussed him, but now, as I stand naked and shaved, just for him, I felt different, was I becoming perverted, a shaven toy for his perversions, it looked on surface I was, if only the others from back then could see me now, fuck, how times change us.
I pulled on a shortish cheesecloth type fully frontal button-up dress, and slowly button each button, covering my nude flesh, as it closed around my nudity, but being the material it was made of, you could see easily I was nude underneath.
I studied myself, feeling brazen and sluttish as my nudity was so fucking obvious, I even undid a vital button at my crotch, noting I was exposing my vagina whenever I turned and moved. My heart pounded as I resisted the temptation to redo it, I wanted him to see it was undone, and in doing so, would fit into another one of his theories, namely that, 'All women are fucking sluts', I smiled again, God he certainly has touched a raw nerve and got me down-pat, my breathing had quickened again, 'Why not', I thought, reaching into my stockings drawer and pulling out a pair black diamond meshed stockings, these are elasticated long-legged type, snapping into place at the tops of my thighs, accentuating the leg length, but the color, or pigmentation, black, contrasted vividly through the white of the cheesecloth dress, now I felt really sluttish.
I spent the next fifteen minutes on my hair, 'There can only be one style for him', I thought, as my wetness moistened to tops of my thighs, I was clearly arousing myself to the point of possibly r****g him once inside my door, but that was just how I felt, not the object of the exercise, I was to be his sexual fantasy, as if this was me in real life, a beautiful blond Swede, a slut with nothing but sex on her mind, he did not know what to expect when I opened my door to him, but one thing I was sure off, hubby could fuck off while I enjoyed my play-rolling, even if I disappeared into his bedroom, this was mine and his night, and as I finished applying the final pleats to my bob-tails, I could not resist to slip my fingers between my legs, my own image made me genuinely yearn for my lost youth, and I was proud of the image before me, suddenly the car drove into the driveway, it was too late to do anything else, other than open the door, and let our guest see what a slut I had become, just as he had predicted all those years back.
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I could remember him from a brief meeting many years before, back then he was kinda weird, and initially his comments I put down to drinking too much, but there was something in his demeanor that shouted out loud to women, inexperience, in large dozes, unable to communicate comfortably with females and a self defecating lack in confidence, it was as if he knew he was doomed to failure, so he distanced himself and pretended he did not want to know, but in his quieter moments you sensed his desire for sex, back then your flesh crawled with unease at the thought of him trying to possess you, the girls would tease each other by branding you and him together, none ever did though, he was a bad joke with pretty weird ideas about females.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror studying myself, applying more scrutiny than I normally did, 'This will have to go', I mentally thought, as I put the plug into the bung-hole and turned on the hot water faucet.
I was running my fingers through my sparse pubic hair, 'I will shave off what there is, make it look like it did when I was entering my puberty', I smiled ironically, the idea of such an naughty act brought on another deep ache, now emanating from inside my womanhood, something I noted, as I slid my finger between my lips and noticed I was wet, another clear sign I was sexually motivated.
My eyes fell upon my breasts, than God nature had been kind to me, even now in my advancing years of mid thirties, I could still compete with my teenage daughter, firm and tip-tilted, making my erect nipples still point skyward, another surge of heat from my loins, God I needed to get ready, 'Enough', my mind screamed, surely I would have a God almighty orgasm if I kept this up for much longer.
I shaved using a wet razor, 'Clean as a wet whistle' I followed the curvature as it disappeared between my shapely thighs, my first shaving, perhaps now it would grow back thicker and bushier, but blond, my natural coloring. It did look younger, softer and more silken, a small rubbing of Chanel 19, 'Fuck my mind screamed', then I laughed, I had forgot about shaving and perfume, my young daughter was the last time I discovered that. back then she was doubled up and took time too cool down.
The phone rang and I answered, it was my husband to say his plane had touched down, 'What are you doing', he asked me, a sharp keen edge to his voice, 'I am getting ready darling', I responded deliciously, genuinely excited by the prospect of what lay ahead.
'Did you shave as he asked you to', I did not answer immediately, instead choosing to subject myself to another submissive surge of obedience, 'Yes Darling, everywhere', was my answer, meaning not just my pubis, but under my arms also, though to be honest, it was more in obedience I acted rather than out of necessity, I was a bald lady, soft but firm, curvaceous and warm.
Recalling our brief encounter he had made it clear than when he made love to a woman, he wanted complete nudity, no jewelry, or body hair, he specified flesh grinding on flesh, as if in his desperation, he wanted to climb back into the womb, perhaps he had a fixation with his mother, back then we all laughed when we discussed him, but now, as I stand naked and shaved, just for him, I felt different, was I becoming perverted, a shaven toy for his perversions, it looked on surface I was, if only the others from back then could see me now, fuck, how times change us.
I pulled on a shortish cheesecloth type fully frontal button-up dress, and slowly button each button, covering my nude flesh, as it closed around my nudity, but being the material it was made of, you could see easily I was nude underneath.
I studied myself, feeling brazen and sluttish as my nudity was so fucking obvious, I even undid a vital button at my crotch, noting I was exposing my vagina whenever I turned and moved. My heart pounded as I resisted the temptation to redo it, I wanted him to see it was undone, and in doing so, would fit into another one of his theories, namely that, 'All women are fucking sluts', I smiled again, God he certainly has touched a raw nerve and got me down-pat, my breathing had quickened again, 'Why not', I thought, reaching into my stockings drawer and pulling out a pair black diamond meshed stockings, these are elasticated long-legged type, snapping into place at the tops of my thighs, accentuating the leg length, but the color, or pigmentation, black, contrasted vividly through the white of the cheesecloth dress, now I felt really sluttish.
I spent the next fifteen minutes on my hair, 'There can only be one style for him', I thought, as my wetness moistened to tops of my thighs, I was clearly arousing myself to the point of possibly r****g him once inside my door, but that was just how I felt, not the object of the exercise, I was to be his sexual fantasy, as if this was me in real life, a beautiful blond Swede, a slut with nothing but sex on her mind, he did not know what to expect when I opened my door to him, but one thing I was sure off, hubby could fuck off while I enjoyed my play-rolling, even if I disappeared into his bedroom, this was mine and his night, and as I finished applying the final pleats to my bob-tails, I could not resist to slip my fingers between my legs, my own image made me genuinely yearn for my lost youth, and I was proud of the image before me, suddenly the car drove into the driveway, it was too late to do anything else, other than open the door, and let our guest see what a slut I had become, just as he had predicted all those years back.
To be continued....raw sex to follow
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