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{\u169\'a9} 2003 Dale H. West. All rights reserved.\par
To read more of Dale{\u8217\'92}s writing, visit her on-line at http://dalehwest.com\par
\par
\par
La Pogonotomie\par
\par
The setting sun cast shadows through the windows in the room as the two\par
sat reading. Jo leaned back in her small recliner, browsing the Sunday\par
classifieds. Mitchell stretched lazily across the couch working on the\par
crossword puzzle. It was a typical Sunday evening, enjoying the last\par
moments of rest and quiet company of two before returning to the busy\par
distractions of work on Monday.\par
\par
"Listen to this."\par
\par
Mitchell filled in the last two e's of "epee" in 24 down before turning\par
his gaze toward Jo. Jo waited for those eyes before continuing. She\par
often read interesting snippets from the paper to him, and he always\par
seemed a willing listener.\par
\par
"White couple, she's BWPF... bi-white professional female, five foot\par
three and long blonde hair. He's six foot two, straight WPM... white\par
professional male, and muscular. Both shaved, seeking shaved BWF... bi\par
white female for fun, romance and sex. DD free... I wonder what that\par
means... oh, disease and drug free, expect same."\par
\par
Jo looked up from her paper. Mitchell was still looking at her.\par
Wrinkling his forehead he waited long enough to see if Jo was going to\par
say more.\par
\par
"And?"\par
\par
"I take it by saying they are {\u8216\'91}both shaved' they don't mean the guy\par
doesn't have a beard and she shaves her legs and pits."\par
\par
Mitchell set the crossword down on his stomach. He pulled the cap off\par
the back of his pen with his teeth, and inserted the ball point end\par
into it with a decided click. "No, probably not. Sounds kind of kinky."\par
\par
\par
He watched as the smile gradually broadened across Jo's face.\par
\par
"Sounds like it could be fun!" Jo retorted.\par
\par
"Really, now. For whom?"\par
"For both of us."\par
\par
Mitchell leaned up on an elbow and set his part of the paper on the\par
coffee table between them.\par
\par
"I've seen pictures of women shaved down there. I always figured they\par
were shaved because they wanted to portray themselves as little girls\par
to men with pedophile attractions. I don't think I'm that interested in\par
{\u8216\'91}little girls.'" Mitchell paused a moment to gauge his wife's reaction.\par
Her gaze remained steady. "You know you aren't a little girl anymore,\par
Jo." Mitchell winked knowingly across the room.\par
\par
"Both of us know I'm not a little girl. But I don't think it has to mean\par
that at all, especially if you shave too."\par
\par
Mitchell dropped back to his back and stared at the ceiling. He and Jo\par
did have quite a varied and interesting sex life. He thought back to\par
the sex they had shared that morning. He had a hard time saying no to\par
his wife. What could it hurt? If it turned him off or was uncomfortable\par
the hair would always grow back. He wondered if the guys at the gym\par
would notice - heck, they would probably be impressed. He took in a\par
deep breath and exhaled slowly.\par
\par
Still staring at the ceiling, "I get to shave you first," he relented.\par
" I've seen what you do to your legs some times. I'm going to have to\par
teach you proper shaving techniques before you put a sharp blade on\par
me."\par
\par
"You are going to teach me something new?" Jo retorted playfully. She\par
put her hand across her breast bone and let her jaw drop in mocked\par
shock.\par
\par
Mitchell sat up on the edge of the couch. "You just wait and see. I'll\par
meet you in the bathroom in three minutes."\par
\par
"Two!" Jo countered as she flapped the classifieds down on top of\par
Mitchell's half completed crossword and jumped out of her chair.\par
Keeping her eyes locked on Mitchell's over her shoulder, she strutted\par
to the bathroom, opened the door and slipped inside. The latch clicked\par
softly as the door closed behind her.\par
\par
Leaning with her back on the door she began to wonder what she had just\par
got herself into. She closed her eyes and thought over this morning's\par
encounter. She loved waking up to finding Mitchell still asleep, but\par
hard. "A hard man is good to find," she would say as he opened his eyes\par
to her manual efforts. It saved a great deal of time for those morning\par
quickies. It usually meant Mitchell paid extra attention to her,\par
getting her to an equal level of arousal before they played together.\par
\par
Mitchell watched his wife as she slyly closed the bathroom door. How he\par
loved her and her unending child-like playfulness. He kept his eyes\par
locked on hers until the door came between them and he heard it latch.\par
Walking quickly but quietly to the den he searched their CD collection.\par
Settling on Miles Davis' Bitches Brew he put the discs in the player\par
and turned the volume up so they could hear it in the bathroom. The\par
plunking bass and wanting horn filled the room with music sure to suit\par
this mood.\par
\par
Back in the kitchen, he took two tumblers out of the cabinet, turned to\par
the refrigerator and pushed each one in turn against the ice cube\par
dispenser button. Clink. Clink. Clink. He set the glasses on the\par
counter and selected a bottle of Cuervo 1800 for himself and the Dewers\par
for Jo from the liquor cabinet.\par
\par
He heard some rustling coming from the bathroom as he poured the two\par
drinks. Imagining Jo {\u8216\'91}in waiting' he lifted a glass in each hand and\par
swirled the cubes around in the liquids to cool them. He brought the\par
glasses down and watched the liquor mix with the melting water on the\par
surface in each glass.\par
\par
As he approached the bathroom, he hesitantly knocked on the door.\par
\par
"The student awaits the teacher," he heard Jo say from the other side.\par
\par
Without spilling the scotch in his right hand, he wrapped his available\par
fingers around the knob and twisted it. The door swung open to reveal\par
Jo, completely nude, and leaning provocatively against the vanity, her\par
legs crossed, her hair down and over her left shoulder, her arms\par
supporting her on the edge of the vanity causing her shoulders to move\par
up toward her ears. He handed her the glass of scotch, which she gladly\par
accepted. As she wrapped her fingers around the sweating tumbler, he\par
noted her hand shaking slightly.\par
\par
"Nervous?"\par
\par
"A bit," Jo paused, biting her bottom lip. "You?"\par
\par
"I'm not really sure. But I am sure that you have me very excited."\par
\par
She looked down to see the bulge in his pants proudly declaring his\par
feelings then looked back up into his eyes. "We always have our escape\par
word."\par
\par
"I don't think we'll be using it tonight."\par
\par
Mitchell opened the linen closet and selected several hand towels and a\par
couple wash cloths. Turning, he set them to the left of the sink. He\par
reached under Jo's arms and lifted her up onto the right side of the\par
vanity. Opening one of the drawers, he gently lifted her right ankle\par
and set her foot on the edge of the drawer. Her left foot he lifted by\par
the ankle as well and set it behind the faucet of the sink.\par
\par
He stepped back a moment to take in the scene. Jo was astride the sink\par
and vanity; her head leaned back into the corner of the walls, her\par
hands outside her legs. He looked down her abdomen to where her hair\par
started. Her fur was thick and curly. Now it was about to change.\par
\par
Inside a lower vanity drawer he found a pair of scissors. Placing a hand\par
towel and wash cloth in the sink basin, he turned on the hot water to\par
saturate them. The scissors opened and closed with a metallic noise as\par
his hand practiced working them in the air.\par
\par
"Let the lesson begin," he whispered as he knelt and bent his head down\par
to the task at hand.\par
\par
Gently he trimmed the hair. Snip snip. Snip snip. The scissors worked\par
around her curves while Jo closed her eyes and let the sounds and\par
smells of the experience envelope her senses.\par
\par
With his left hand he pushed the hair against its normal lay while his\par
right hand cautiously but confidently worked the scissors. Snip. Snip.\par
He brushed away the hair and gently blew across her mound to remove the\par
hairs his hand would not. The loose clippings he brushed off the vanity\par
to the floor.\par
\par
The snipping stopped. Jo opened her eyes and looked down to see Mitchell\par
examining her. His gaze was that of an artist, pondering the adequacy\par
of his work - not a lover seeking solace in another's body. She smiled\par
and let her head rest back against the walls of the bathroom. How she\par
loved and trusted this man. The feeling of him caring for and\par
maintaining her body caused a swell of eroticism in her chest. She felt\par
suddenly sexy, loved and excited.\par
\par
With all the hairs shortened, Mitchell removed the hand towel from the\par
sink. It was nearly too hot to hold, but he placed it over Jo's now\par
trimmed pubic hairs.\par
\par
Jo quickly sucked in her breath and looked at Mitchell with a start.\par
\par
"Uh, that's a wee bit warm."\par
\par
"The key to a good shave is lots of hot water. Is it too hot?"\par
\par
Jo let her mind test her senses for a moment. "I guess it is bearable."\par
\par
"Good then. It needs to be as hot as you can stand it."\par
\par
While the hot water soaked into Jo's hairs, he opened the vanity and\par
removed a new razor from a plastic package then set it on the vanity\par
between Jo's legs. Turning the hot water back on, he put a puddle in\par
his left hand then squirted some shaving lotion on top. With the three\par
middle fingers of his right hand, he mixed the foam with the water. He\par
removed the towel from Jo and worked the lather into her remaining\par
hair.\par
\par
"Whew. Little tingly there."\par
\par
Mitchell looked up with a knowing smile, meeting Jo's eyes. "Yeah. I\par
bet. You okay?"\par
\par
"I'm fine." She settled back into her corner position. The menthol of\par
the shaving cream burned in her exposed lips but at the same time it\par
stimulated sensations entirely new to her.\par
\par
Mitchell turned the hot water on full and held the razor underneath its\par
stream. His fingers turned the handle so the blade worked under the\par
water, warming the cold metal. Hot water, hot blade; just like his\par
father taught him when he was a teen removing the first peach fuzz of a\par
beard from his face. He imagined what his father would think if he\par
could see him now. A smile escaped across his face with the thought.\par
\par
"You sure you are ready for this?"\par
\par
"Uh, huh," Jo replied from her relaxed state.\par
\par
Mitchell took a swig from his glass of tequila and repositioned his\par
knees on the floor between his wife's legs. He raised the razor up to\par
above her right leg and made a smooth stroke down its inside with the\par
blade. The blade filled with shaving cream and foam was caked with her\par
short hairs, so he turned the hot water back on and rinsed the blade\par
clean.\par
\par
Moving the blade to the other leg, he made a matching stroke from above\par
Jo's leg to inside. She didn't move. Her breathing had become slow and\par
relaxed as though in a deep state of meditation. It wasn't the soft\par
breathing of sleep, but deeper and more engaged. He looked up, but this\par
time she did not look down. Absolutely motionless except for the rising\par
and falling of her chest from breathing, she appeared to have put\par
complete trust in him.\par
\par
Returning to the task at hand he worked the razor over her virgin skin.\par
He used his free hand to pull tight the folds of her labia. Each stroke\par
returned the razor to the hot water for rinsing and heating. Once an\par
area was clear, he would take the hot wash cloth and wipe away the\par
stray hairs and foam. Occasionally he would reapply some shaving cream.\par
A small tuft of hair, an inch above her clitoris, he left trimmed but\par
alone. "I want her to still look like a woman," he thought to himself.\par
\par
Finally done, he rinsed the wash cloth from the hairs and washed her\par
thoroughly, then took a clean dry towel and dried her skin as well.\par
Standing up, he opened the medicine cabinet again and found some talc\par
and lotion. He knelt and rubbed the lotion into Jo's freshly shaved\par
skin and followed his ministrations with the talc. He shuffled backward\par
on his knees to take in the view of his work. His love's sex was\par
revealed to him in a way he had never seen before. It was barren of the\par
random, curly pubic hair. Now it was open, clean and inviting him in.\par
\par
Jo woke from her meditation. Putting her chin to her chest she looked\par
down. Her left hand rubbed over her body where she had only a short\par
time earlier been covered in hair. Now it was smooth. She looked at\par
Mitchell. He looked proud - almost smug.\par
\par
"Nice."\par
\par
"I think so," Mitchell replied, proud of his work. He was surprised how\par
appealing the lack of hair on Jo was to him. It was not like the\par
pictures he had seen in Playboy. This was real and it was beautiful to\par
behold.\par
\par
Jo took another sip from her scotch. The ice cubes had melted down to\par
tiny slivers floating on the top of the alcohol. "You are a good\par
teacher."\par
\par
"Is the student ready to try now?"\par
\par
Jo lifted herself off the vanity. Standing before her lover, she got\par
down on her knees. She took his shoulders in her hands and pulled\par
Mitchell to her for a deep kiss.\par
\par
"I'm ready if you are," she said as she released him.\par
\par
Mitchell stood up, leaving Jo kneeling. He undressed while Jo took in\par
the work he had done more closely.\par
\par
"I think I'm going to like this," she said examining herself with her\par
hands and eyes.\par
\par
"Remember, lots of hot water, and be sure to keep the blade hot too,"\par
Mitchell reminded Jo as he hopped onto the vanity and found solid\par
places to rest his feet for his turn.\par
\par
Jo stood to rinse the hot cloths in the sink and clear out the razor.\par
She left the water on low to soak the washcloth and hand towel while\par
she looked over Mitchell. Using the scissors to trim, she lifted and\par
moved Mitchell to get underneath wherever it seemed long enough to\par
trim.\par
\par
Mitchell watched intently as Jo paid close attention to the task at\par
hand.\par
\par
Following his lead, she took some hot water in her hand and lathered up\par
some shaving lotion and applied it generously on his balls and at the\par
base of his shaft. He was partially erect, which made shaving his base\par
easier, so she started there running the razor down and rinsing after\par
each stroke.\par
\par
Holding his slippery anatomy was a bit of a challenge, but she took her\par
time and rubbed on more of the foamy hot water and cream mixture. She\par
had to stretch his skin tight in directions she had never pushed or\par
pulled before to get a surface taught enough to run the razor across.\par
\par
Nearly twenty minutes later, Jo washed off the final remnants of hair\par
with a fresh wash cloth. She had left a "T" pattern in Mitchell's hair\par
behind where his fly would be. When she worked on this area she though\par
about all the fancy patterns she has seen guys shave with their beards\par
and side burns. Why should this be any different? Besides, Mitchell had\par
left a Groucho looking patch on her in the same space.\par
\par
Mitchell had watched her the entire time.\par
\par
"What do you think?" Jo asked.\par
\par
"Looks different. I like it."\par
\par
"I can already imagine a number of advantages to this," Jo said as she\par
applied the lotion and talc. "I feel bad but I'm tired after\par
concentrating that hard. I think I'll take advantage of you tomorrow.\par
How {\u8216\'91}bout going to bed and snuggling?"\par
\par
"Mmmm. Sounds good to me." Mitchell examined himself, using his hands to\par
inspect Jo's work more closely. "I'm ready for bed myself. Nice job. I'm impressed."\par
\par
"Lots of hot water, just like the teacher ordered."\par
\par
{\u169\'a9} 2003 Dale H. West. All rights reserved.\par
To read more of Dale{\u8217\'92}s writing, visit her on-line at http://dalehwest.com}