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James combed his fingers through his hair again, relishing the feeling.
The softness of his hair against the skin on his fingers, the gentle
tug on his scalp; his entire sense of touch felt electric, today. He
released his handful of hair and a few stray locks fell into his
periphery. He shifted in his booth and looked across the table.
"I guess it's time for me to get a haircut again. Seems like it just
sprouted overnight!"
From across the table, James' girlfriend, Victoria, smiled and cocked
her head to the side. "I don't know, I kind of like it. Maybe you
should just let it grow and see what happens."
James frowned, considered, and shrugged. "Maybe you're right." He
winced, remembering; "I can't really afford one right now, anyway. Not
until I hear back on one of these applications."
Victoria rolled her eyes. "I already told you, this arrangement," she
gestured at herself and then him, "is not a problem. I make more than
enough to provide comfortably for two people."
Her eyes flashed. "Besides," she smirked, "I kind of like having a
stay-at-home maid, to cook and clean for me."
James grinned at the teasing and took a bite off of his plate. "Yeah, I
bet you do. A servant you can bang, to boot."
As he chewed, James suddenly felt a tickle on his leg. He jumped
slightly and looked down to see a silk-covered foot, sliding up his
thigh from under the table. He coughed and took a sip of water.
Victoria continued to smile innocently. She raised an eyebrow in mock
concern as James put down his fork.
"That's right." She purred. "My own personal maid."
As her foot rubbed against him, sparks ignited the nerves under James'
skin, causing his muscles to jump and twitch at the sensation. His
heart fluttered. Between his hips, a tight ball of desire thrummed to
life and pumped heat into his member, stirring it awake. It ached. He
clenched his thighs and shifted, but was rewarded with no relief. If
anything, the movement tickled him further. Everything felt so vivid
and sensitive, today. James tried to keep his composure. He thought
back on the morning and wondered what was causing this pleasant
sensitivity.
Earlier that morning, James had awakened with the stiffest hard-on he'd
experienced in years. He'd felt a familiar sense of need, but at an
intensity which was unusual, even for him.
A shower had barely helped; the drops of water sent waves of radiant
warmth through him. The increased sensitivity to touch had not
diminished at all throughout the day. If anything, it became more
overwhelming as time went on. It felt like the steady, tactile buzz of
a good high, a full-body itch that would not let up.
The hard-on had died down, but the need persisted. He had spent the
whole day trying to ignore any extra visual stimuli, lest he embarrass
himself in public.
And now, here he was with a soft foot massaging his cock in a crowded
restaurant. He sighed as the teasing foot withdrew. His eyes met
Victoria's.
She smiled, "Let's go home."
************
James staggered into the bedroom with Victoria's legs wrapped tightly
around his waist, her wet mouth pressed eagerly against his. Her hands
cupped his face gently, while his hands disappeared beneath her short,
pleated skirt, holding her up while his fingers gripped the soft flesh
of her rear.
Reaching the bed, James dropped Victoria onto her back. She yelped
happily. James reached up and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
His skin virtually crackled with the sensation of pleasurable pins and
needles. As his shirt buttons came free one at a time, Victoria's
eyebrows shot up impishly from the bed.
"Now that's a surprise," she cooed.
James looked down at his half-exposed chest, wondering what Victoria
was talking about. Something looked a little different, but he couldn't
quite place...
"Whoa!" James stammered.
In the dim light of the bedroom, the lean, muscular lines of James'
chest and abs shone like soft eggshell - completely hairless.
"I, uh... I didn't do this."
James quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt. He yanked the shirt out
from his waistband and as it lifted free of his slacks, a cloud of dark
brown tufts fell to the ground. He slid out of his shirt the rest of
the way, unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. He stood still in
his boxers, looking down at his body.
There wasn't a single hair remaining, that he could see: not even a
hint of stubble. There wasn't any evidence that he had ever grown any
hair on his body. His toned calves were completely smooth. His shins.
His arms. The bizarre feeling of cool air touching his skin made his
tiny nipples pucker tightly, on his square chest.
James stared aghast at the ring of loose body hair that had fallen off
his body, lying around him on the ground. He gestured helplessly at it.
"That's not supposed to happen, right?" he mumbled.
Victoria propped herself up on her elbows in the bed. "No, I suppose
not," she offered.
She watched as James' hands roamed wonderingly up and down his flanks,
the corner of her mouth tugged up coyly. "It's a good look, though.
Take it from me, a smooth body can feel pretty luxurious." She slid
forward off the bed, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her face
was lined up with the supple texture of James' stomach.
She leaned forward and gently kissed his stomach. Beneath the soft
touch of her lips, she could feel his abs clench as James sucked in
air, sharply. She kissed his skin again, lower. There wasn't a hint of
roughness in the texture of his skin - it was like kissing silk. It
felt plush, like there was a thin layer of padding over his muscles.
She reached up and tugged his boxers. As the waistband slid lower, it
exposed more smooth skin; the V of his pelvis, the pad of skin above
his groin...
James' member sprang free, and his underwear fell to the floor
completely. Victoria stared at it hungrily and wrapped her slender,
manicured fingers around it. It felt delicious in her hand. It grew
bigger.
"I don't think I mind this one bit," she cooed, stroking her hand
agonizingly slow up and down his shaft as she examined him. With her
free hand, she slid her palm and outstretched fingers along James'
smooth abs and chest. Despite the hairless smooth skin, he looked so
rigid and manly. He cut a dashing, powerful figure that stood tall
above her.
James inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes half-lidded as he
watched Victoria work and admire. Little pleasurable fireworks popped
left and right in his mind, as he sucked his lips and nibbled on them
lightly. He could see the lust in Victoria's eyes, the subtle blush
that colored her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She looked so happy
on her knees in front of him, teasing him and acting submissive. The
wide neck of her dress scooped low, exposing the tops of her large
breasts. They quivered as she moved, pressed together, with visible
tips pressing forward through the material.
She parted her lips and leaned forward. She kissed the head. She turned
her face and rubbed him against her cheek and the side of her nose,
lovingly nuzzling his cock. She opened her mouth and swallowed it,
humming happily.
James groaned and rolled his eyes. In that moment, he felt connected to
Victoria more intensely than he could ever remember. He would do
anything for her, she was so skilled at loving him. The last few weeks,
she had been providing for him without complaint; she even seemed to
enjoy it.
Victoria's head bobbed up and down, focused on her task. She rested on
her bare heels, with her hands gripping her boyfriend's hips, holding
him steady as she sucked him off. Her tongue pressed against the supple
texture of the bottom of his cock, she could tell he was close.
"Oh, baby, I'm..." James trailed off.
"Mmmhmm," she cooed.
James almost laughed as he came. It felt so good as to seem absurd.
Victoria held him in her mouth, eyes closed and content as she waited
for him to finish. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a
mischievous look in her eye. With slow deliberateness, she dragged her
sealed lips off him.
James smiled and reached down to cup Victoria's face. He gently lifted
her up into a kiss. As he pressed his lips against hers, her lips
parted, and a swell of cum flowed into his mouth as her tongue pushed
it forward. He made a surprised grunt, but Victoria held his head and
fed it into him. He relaxed and let her continue. Their tongues
swirled, and their lips grew slimy and wet with the mess.
Victoria drew her face back, and thin line of sticky cum keeping their
lips connected. She lifted her finger and wiped his mouth as he looked
at her, confused.
"Good boy," she said. "I hope you liked it as much as I did."
Eyes full of wonder, James gave the slightest nod.
Victoria smiled, "Let's get some sleep."
************
It took some time for James to fall asleep. The electric tingle of his
inexplicably smooth skin kept him awake longer than usual, and the
confusion and excitement of the day taking its time to recede from his
mind. The cool fabric of the sheets glided over his legs and torso and
felt amazing.
Eventually, he managed to calm down and lie still. Finally, he drifted
off into a deep sleep, the taste of his cum still on the tip of his
tongue.
Beside him, Victoria silently touched herself, impatiently waiting for
James to fall asleep. When she finally clocked the steady rhythm of his
breathing, she carefully, silently slid off the side of the bed, rising
and creeping into the hallway.
A moment later she returned, briefcase in hand. Placing it again on the
table, she lifted the lid. She smiled as she peered into the green
glow. She reached in and selected the vial with the roman numeral two.
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