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Conculsion of Part 1
He held it up for her so she could step from the tub into its soft embrace as he wrapped it around her shoulders. Still taking his time, he made sure that every part of her that had gotten wet was thoroughly dried. As he ran his hands over her breasts, covered by the soft towel, he couldn't help but notice the stiffness of her nipples, and the look of lust and desire on her face when she turned her head to look at him. He reached for one of the smaller towels and wrapped her damp hair up.
Without another word, David tucked the towel around her under her arms and gestured to the lowered toilet seat where he had spread a folded towel. When she saw him pick up the razor, she quickly knew what was next in their grooming regime, and took a seat accordingly but with a look that was slightly skeptical.
"I'm not sure that's necessary," she said. "I shaved last night."
"I promised I would," he replied. "Maybe there's a spot you missed."
With a devilish smile, he ran the sink full of hot steaming water and shook the can of unscented shaving cream. Holly spread her legs and pulled the towel up, revealing her beautiful bald pussy. There was no mistaking what he had in mind next as he extracted a foamy cushion of shaving cream and began to spread it all around her pussy. She responded to the warmth the cream created in her flesh as it settled on her and soaked in. She thrust her hips forward and opened her legs as far a possible as she reclined on the toilet. He dangled the pink-handled razor in the steaming water to heat it up and slowly brought it down toward her, pursing his lips into a tight devilish smile. She bit her lip as he slowly drew the hot razor through the cream. If he had not done this before, she would have been surprised, since there was no wasted motion, no having to repeat any movement for each long slow stroke left her skin perfectly clean and shaven.
He tugged her skin taut with his thumb as he worked, rinsing after each stroke to clean the razor and keep the blade hot. When the pad of his thumb brushed her clit, she flinched and quivered, broadening his smile. He could see the result of what he was doing in the glistening lips of her sweet pussy. With a final flourish, he drew the last stroke of the razor and tossed it into the sink. With a hot wet washrag, he rinsed her smooth pussy clean and ran his bare fingertips lightly over her, feeling for any errant hair, but not a thing was left. She couldn't resist, and had to run her own hand over her pussy and was delighted by the smooth feeling and became so turned on by the sensation.
The next minutes were spent rubbing moisturizer onto her body and then a light dusting of body powder. He deftly tugged the towel away from her, leaving her naked save the towel wrapped about her hair. His fingers and palms expertly brushed the powder into the skin of her shoulders and breasts and belly. She had to admit after drawing her own hand over herself that her skin had never felt so soft and smooth. He pulled the towel away from her head and finger combed it out. Carefully brushing her hair, he could see that there was little special attention required since it fell about her face in such a pretty, natural way with its own wave and curl at the ends.
"You know, with such wonderful natural coloring, you don't really need any make up," he said absentmindedly.
Even though she knew better, she smiled and said not a word. A spritz of Yves St. Laurent's Babydoll on each side of her neck was all that was needed at this point. David stood back a step and asked her to turn around, which she did obediently in the style of a ballet dancer. She couldn't resist raising her hands up to fluff her hair a touch and glanced over at him when she noticed him gazing longingly at her. He held out his hand and escorted her out to the room and beside the bed where her lingerie and dress were waiting.
Almost in unison, they looked each other up and down, perhaps noticing the contrast of her nakedness with his being fully clothed. When Holly smiled and sat silently on the bed, she couldn't resist spreading her legs apart, showing off her beautiful legs, the soft creamy pale skin of her thighs, and the bare smooth pink pussy above. David squatted down and ran his fingertips up and down along her sleek legs drinking in the sight of her yearning body.
He picked up the sheer filmy white g-string from the bed and began to ease it up her long legs. She slipped to the edge of the bed and stood teasingly close to him, her smooth fragrant pussy a breath away from his face. He slipped the tiny garment up to her hips and into place, carefully using his fingertips to make sure each stretch of elastic was in the proper place, and trying not to let his fingers shake too much and let her know how turned on he was. His fingers slipped back and forth over her hips guiding the thin straps of the g-string into just the right place. Pulling it taut against her body and seeing the cleft of her pussy show through the sheer material made his fingers tremble and shake. For a moment, she let her hands fall down to his and held them still, pressing the palms against her body.
Holly smiled and released his hands, looking down at him, watching as he stood and picked up the matching bra tenderly, nervously and held it out before her. She stood beside him and slipped her arms through the skinny straps noticing how his hands shook just a bit as he fitted the sheer cups to her lovely breasts. For a moment he appeared to be more feeling her breasts than fitting the bra to them, but when she looked at him with a playful but stern glance, he slipped his hands around to connect the tiny little clasp. He probably spent a minute extra to make sure the straps and cups were well fitted, but she didn't seem inclined to complain. As his fingers flowed around her body, touching her lightly, her sense of excitement became apparent from the way her nipples stood out from her body, protruding into the sheer cups just below the upper seam. His palms rubbed teasingly against them. When he stepped back and smiled, she knew by the look on his face that she was everything he expected. Looking over to the mirror, she turned one way and the other noting the perfect fit of the lingerie and how well it showed off her trim shapely body.
It seemed almost a shame that she needed to wear the light yellow flowered print dress he had picked out for her and cover up her teeming beauty. He picked it up from the bed and held it up in front of her. A simple style that buttoned all the way down the front, he slipped it on her shoulders and pulled it around her waist. She marveled at the fine taste he had exhibited and how well it fit as he buttoned it up over her breasts. Nicely covering the bra on top, it revealed the upper curves of her breasts and her smattering of shoulder freckles. She also noticed as he stooped to fasten the buttons leading down from her waist, how the hem fell down her thighs almost to the knee, showing off her long well toned legs to great effect. He was careful to leave the top-most and bottom-most buttons unfastened. The dress was snug but comfortable and accented her figure wonderfully.
Taking a seat again, she held out first one foot then the next to receive the sandals. She spread her legs again to make sure that he got a good glimpse of her pussy clearly visible through the sheer g-string. She stood up and twirled about for him, and in doing so checked herself out in the mirror. He stepped up behind her holding up a little white jacket that smartly completed her ensemble.
"So?" she said, finally breaking the silence of the past half hour. "What do you think?"
She looked at him and didn't need to hear the answer. His eyes were drinking in every inch of her from head to toe, devouring her beauty, savoring the curving hint of sensuality that emanated from her.
"Darlin', you are beautiful!" he remarked softly.
"Thank you, Lover," she replied.
She placed her hands on his chest and he slipped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. She brought her lips up to his and brushed them lightly in a soft sweet kiss that he lovingly returned. He resisted taking the kiss farther, content to simply taste and feel her full soft lips brushing against his.
"Are you ready for lunch?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm starved," she said simply.
Author's Note: This is just the begining of their weekend adventure. Things warm up considerably in Part 2, posted in another thread.
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