magusdesign007

Day 6-

Nude, we stood in a haze of a light, a formless in-substantial barrier between our pairing and the outside world, the waking world. It was all we needed though. My eyes wanted desperately to look this divine masterpiece up and down, as though I were surveying a potential purchase, but to my benefit, my brain still held sway to the function of my lesser senses. And my eyes stayed entwined with her deep brown doe eyes. They were beautifully oversized like a Disney Heroine or a Manga character, and the light seemed to dance in them as her head moved with the gentle steadiness of her breathing. Flares of light reflected to different angles as though they were quite honestly sparkling. I thought "I may not love this girl tomorrow, I may not even like her, but tonight she is everything to me."

She reached her hand up to my face and brushed the gruffness of my five o'clock cheek, then smacked the same cheek playfully. "You know that's going to hurt me, right" She said

"What?"I asked

"That unshaven face of yours" she replied

She was right it had been near two days since I had, had a proper shave and while I am usually quite conscientious about these things I must admit I did not anticipate Jennifer'sJenni-ferocity. Explaining as much wouldn't do, so I asked her playfully in return "What do you propose we do about it"

"Where is your bathroom?"-She asked
"Through there" I replied, as I pointed to a narrow wooden door at the far end of the room.
Without another word she turned toward the little door taking my hand, and began to march us toward the bathroom. Inside, it was a simple room, white walls that admittedly hadn't seen the clean side of a rag in far too long, but otherwise it was clean and hygienic. She looked the shelves next to the undersized vanity mirror, up and down searching for the supplies she required, and found them quickly. My metal razor and mug of shaving soap with the little brush I had inherited from my father. I smiled as her intentions became clear and in a dangerous act of doubt I asked "Are you sure you know what you're doing with those?" She smiled again and stretched her neck to demand a kiss, a gesture to which I happily responded in kind, and she took my hand from my side pulling it down to her perfect triangle. The flesh was as smooth as if it were grafted silk. Even as my fingertips brushed past her swelling lips I felt no prickly remains of errant adulthood whatsoever. No, I had no worries anymore, her portfolio piece spoke volumes for her competence as a barber. So I dropped to my knees before her and tilted my head back.

I heard the water begin to run and looked to investigate her progress, but was happily blocked by the sight of her tight little ass shifting from side to side as she began the process of stirring the soap inside the cup to create a lather. She turned at her waist first with a smile, the cup in one hand and soapy brush in the other and began to paint my face with its hot white concoction. I closed my eyes and nearly fell back in relaxation. Her movement, so deliberate, so calming.

I opened my eyes when I heard the familiar noise of the pewter cup being placed on the porcelain sink edge, and greeted her face just in time to offer a smile to the woman who's hand was slowly lowering a razor to my freely offered and vulnerable throat. She did not return the smile, her eyes were deep set and intense as she lay the blade on my flesh. She pulled the razor down toward her in a fluid and constant motion keeping a consistent angle and gently raised the blade at the end of her stroke. And then again, she moved the position of the blade just slightly closer to my ear and did the same. Again and again she gracefully led this cold steel in a dance across my neck, my cheeks, like a master of the salon in Paris completing her greatest work of art. The look on her face was thrilling. Stony and intent, her concentration was like an aphrodisiac. I could hardly contain myself. The erection I had been holding loosely since she first climbed into my lap had tightened and grown as rigid as though I were, in part, a marble sculpture. And at that she was finished, and reached over my shoulder grabbing a clean towel from the folded stack I always keep on the shelf, for moments such as thistoo right, ha ha. But she took that towel and ran a bit of warm water over it before wiping my now perfectly smooth and clean shaven face of all remaining shaving soap. She seemed terribly maternal at that moment, being on my knees looking up at this beautiful woman with her naked womb just at the level of my eyes made me feel like a child at his mothers side, calm and fulfilled in that simple innocent way for a fleeting millisecond. It was a short glance downward that broke me of my maternal musings and reminded me of the entire reason for our being in this room, and my being on my knees.

-hmmmm, I need some sleep before I go on, the next part deserves a night's rest and fresher eyes than the ones I'm lookin' through right now-