It took Jayne most of the evening to get rid of all her hair. A hot bath helped of course, softening and warming her skin so that it accepted the unfamiliar touch of the nail scissors and disposable razor easily. She was aroused considerably by the time she had finished clipping and when there was nothing left but stubble to deal with she got out of the bath, put on a robe and, with the aid of a hand mirror, she examined herself carefully.
"Strange how it all looks so much bigger now I can see it clearly" she said to herself. "Perhaps it is swollen, well it feels like it might be. Perhaps…...
For a moment she wished there was someone to help her get rid of the last vestiges of hair. Someone whose hands could manipulate, ever so gently, her crinkly lips as they ran the razor over under and around them. Someone who would……
Jayne shivered. Then she began to scrape at the stubble, gingerly at first, then with increasingly confident strokes suddenly feeling as if she was competing in some kind of delightful race, a breathless rush between two separate contestants, the pink plastic razor hurrying to finish the job and the growing urgency of impending release.
It was then that an assistant would have been the most use to her, she thought, an assistant who'd rinse her crotch thoroughly as soon as the shaving was done, then set about, with mouth and tongue, to bring the second contestant in the race to the finishing line. Or maybe the other way around if she…… no she didn't really care which. With her fingers she stretched and smoothed while the razor sighed softly in her hand.
All kinds of sensations pulsed through her, old ones, new ones and combinations of both. Exhilaration and naughtiness, yearning and……and……daring, yes daring! And that of course had been the start of it.
A Dare thought up by her mate Lisa. How short dare they wear their skirts at the disco?
Well she had a good idea how far Lisa would go and the more she thought about it the more she began to wonder. How short could she go before it concealed absolutely nothing at all?
In front of a mirror she'd tried various lengths, beginning with Obscene and ending with Greyhound……
Good old greyhound, she murmured.
But it was still not short enough when she tried it out, and for once simple reason: Greyhound meant "one inch from the hare" and if the hair was too long, well then, so be it! It would have to go! And go it did!
She shivered with excitement bordering on shock when she saw with her own eyes what she had done. Depilation was very fashionable, she knew, but……
She glared at the mirror. "Too late now!" she exclaimed loudly. "And no turning back!"
Then she looked at her reflection again and convinced herself that, so long as she stayed still and upright she might be alright.
Still and upright? What were discos for if not a place to cavort freely, to lose oneself in the beat and the rhythm, to drink and sweat and …… and possibly display one's newly shaven crotch.
Lewdly she winked at herself in the mirror, wiggled her hips shoved her shoulders right back. Her body was perfect and utterly sexy and at that moment the way she was feeling she didn't really care if the whole world saw how smoothly shaven she was………
She made a bet with herself then, a bet she knew she would almost certainly win. She bet that Julie and that other girl, what was her name? Manda, yes, would actually chicken out of doing it. They'd scream and giggle alright, but that was all they'd do. When the music started they'd go through the same old routines that they always used. They'd be suggestive, yes, even sexy, but that would be all. Because, just like everyone else they'd keep their knickers on and their short skirts just as long as before.
Her best friend Lisa on the other hand would, in all probability take up the challenge. In fact if…… she jiggled again at the mirror. So near and yet……
Oh yes Lisa would do the same as her, she was certain, just as soon as she phoned to tell her the plan. Lisa, dear Lisa was up for anything like that.
And in the end, exactly as she imagined, it was just the two of them who went to the disco without wearing anything at all under their shortest of short, short skirts……
© Aahlu 2006.
Smoothly
by
Aahlu
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Fri, 2nd April, 2010
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