I took a swig from my beer and headed for the bedroom, stripping my clothes off along the way. My cock was still partially erect from my time with Amanda earlier, and I really needed a release. I wondered for a moment whether I should rub one out quickly before Erica showed up so I could last longer. Then I remember how upset she might get if she knew I wasted a load.
It wasn’t like she couldn’t get me hard again in record time.
I placed my beer on my bedside table and headed into the small bathroom to take a quick shower. I’d get messy soon enough, but I wanted to rinse myself off before my busty goddess arrived. I washed and rinsed myself quickly and heard the door to my flat close just as I stepped out of the shower. Thoughts of my upcoming encounter kept my cock from softening, so I decided to forgo the towel and hoped it wasn’t anyone outside the family.
I chuckled at that thought and how backward it was.
“Looks like you have something special for me, too,” Erica said as I entered the bedroom.
I grinned at my raven-haired lover and let my eyes roam her body. Erica wore her customary black satin gown, tied tightly around her thin waist. The gown bulged across her chest, and struggled to keep her magnificent ass covered. Her long, sensual legs ran on for days, and the mere sight of them caused my cock to bounce with memories of how warm and soft her thighs felt.
Maybe I should have rubbed one out in the shower.
“I always have something for you,” I winked.
“Aren’t you sweet,” Erica smiled. “But this something special is kind of for me too… and the others.”
I raised an eyebrow in question, but Erica just winked and patted the bed. It was then I noticed a towel on the bed, with a razor and a small bowl of shaving cream.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
“Not at all,” Erica giggled and took my hand, guiding me to the bed. “Trust me; it’ll feel so fucking good.”
“The others want this too?” I asked, a little concerned that the girls hadn’t mentioned it sooner.
“They don’t know what’s going on,” Erica grinned. “Plus, they don’t have any frame of reference. You’ll blow their minds even more than you already do, you big stud.”
“You’re just trying to butter me up,” I smirked.
“Is it working?’ Erica said with a cheeky smile.
“A little bit,” I chuckled.
“Trust me, I’ve done this before, so there’s no need to worry; I won’t slip or anything,” Erica assured me.
“With who?” I asked a little too quickly.
“Relax,” Erica patted me on the cheek. “I’m not about to ask you about the girls you slept with before we met. I would appreciate the same courtesy.”
“Sorry,” I apologised. “I didn’t mean.”
“It’s okay,” Erica smiled. “Now sit.”
I sat a little nervously on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do with my hands. I’d had a hand in shaving my junk as a teenager. A friend of mine said his girlfriend preferred it. I tried it, and it was pretty good, but it was such a difficult task, and I didn’t know the best way to do it. I stopped after a few months, and none of the girls I’d been with seemed to mind.
“Lay back,” Erica smiled.
I followed her instructions and lay back on the bed. It was then I noticed an incense smell in the room. It was the same incense that I’d seen in Erica’s room. She used it a lot, and I began associating the smell with the sexy goddess.
Even the looming danger of a razer near my junk couldn’t quell my rock-hard erection. Even with Mel’s assistance earlier today, I was incredibly horny. Amanda and I had worked ourselves up quite a lot, and I wondered how she was feeling. I could tell she was going through something, and I partially felt bad for indulging in Erica so quickly. But she did say she needed some time.
All thoughts of Amanda fled my mind when I felt Erica’s hands on my genitals. They were coated with a generous amount of warm shaving cream. Erica had clearly prepared well for this moment. The cream she applied was thick and warm, unlike the cold, canned stuff I usually bought. Erica gently worked it into my stiff tool with long, smooth strokes before applying more to my balls. The whole scenario was very erotic, and it was easy to forget why she was lathering me up.
“Now, just relax,” Erica cooed softly. “I’ll look after you.”
I took a deep breath and let myself relax. It wasn’t like Erica to damage her favourite toy after all.
My busty lover was true to her word. The first pass of the razer had me on edge simply because I wasn’t controlling it. I lay still and held my breath, tensing my body. Erica spoke in hushed tones, reassuring me constantly as she worked and remarking how much she loved my cock. After the first few minutes, I was able to relax, and I started to enjoy her touch once more.
I started feeling the difference almost immediately. The air was cooler, and I somehow felt cleaner. I began to worry again as Erica began on my testicles, but it was clear she’d done this before.
“There we go, all done,” Erica said delightedly. “A masterpiece.”
“I’ve never heard anyone call it that before,” I joked, sitting up for the first time since she started.
“You should compare it to some I’ve seen,” Erica winked. “Definitely museum worthy.”
I chuckled and glanced down at her handy work. My body was mostly hairless anyway, so there wasn’t much man-scaping needed doing to make it look good. I felt far more sensitive, and I was pleased to see I did indeed look bigger.
“Go jump in the shower and wash yourself off,” Erica ordered. “You can play with it later.”
“Why don’t you join me and play instead?” I smirked.
“Get. In. The. Shower,” Erica commanded again, emphasising her words with a slap on my ass.
I chuckled and headed into the bathroom. I stopped for a moment to look in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised by the look. The others would probably love this, and that alone made me happy.
I jumped in the shower and quickly rinsed myself off for the second time in an hour. I was even quicker about it this time, knowing that Erica was waiting for me on the other side of the door. I had a feeling she’d planned something else for me; otherwise, she would have joined me in the shower. The fact that she had kept her robe on was another indication that she had something in the works.
My erection roared back to life at the possibilities.
I shut the water off and climbed out of the shower to dry off. Once I was satisfied, I tossed the towel across the small room and strode into my bedroom, my cock bobbing along with each step.
The curtains were drawn, and candles were arranged, giving my small room a warm glow. Erica stood by the foot of my bed, giving me a hungry smile. Erica pulled at the sash around her waist, untying it smoothly. It fell away, and my busty lover shimmied her shoulders as the silky garment fell away from her body to pool at her feet.