The search for a husband continued. Widely-traveled, Geoffrey promised more exotic pleasures. Would he just be a plaything for the queen’s amusement, or could he become a true partner?
The queen hid the bon vivant in the head cook’s quarters. The chef didn’t mind relinquishing his room for a few days in exchange for some new recipes. People from Sybarisia were known for their love of food and Geoffrey had a well-deserved reputation in that regard.
He had prepared quite a lunch for Jeena. She loved tasting all the delicacies and drinking the wines he brought to sample. The conversation wandered through the different styles of music and other entertainments, clothing, and food, as well as events and sights from the many places he had traveled. The queen hung on his every word.
The main meal completed, they adjourned to the couch, and proximity turned to caresses and kisses as they talked. Before serving dessert, he brought out a small box of powder and added it to the tea.
“This will make our love-making even more intense,” he promised. She didn’t mind that he made the assumption. Her body already tingled from the wine and the conversation.
The dessert remained half-eaten as the special tea worked its magic. Jeena felt an intense longing grow between her legs and almost ripped the last buttons from the prince’s shirt. Wanting no more delay, she stood up and disposed of her dress and undergarments as if they were on fire.
Geoffrey’s eyes grew big at the sight of her body, but not in an entirely approving way. In fact, the prince almost chose not to say anything, the beauty he beheld far outweighing the flaw. “My dear queen,” his voice showed some hesitance, “Are you not aware of the current fashion in foreign capitals?”
“I have not been able to travel much,” Jeena confessed but was surprised by the timing of his remark. “Why do you talk of fashion when I am wearing nothing at all?”
The prince laughed as gently as possible. “I refer to the thick wool coat you have between your legs.”
Jeena’s puzzled shock and embarrassment were disarmed by Geoffrey’s smiling face as well as the amount of wine they had consumed. This was fashion she had never heard of.
“Many women remove it completely,” he dared to imagine her that way.
“I do not wish to look like a girl!” she retorted.
“Indeed, yet those who wish to maintain a womanly aspect still tend their gardens, trimming and shaping to show their care and attention to the area. Either way, they find visitors want to spend more time there.”
“What would you advise?” she asked, the growing unrest between her legs demanding a quick resolution.
Geoffrey pretended to be deep in thought, but grinned broadly as he presented his proposal, “I could do it for you! I would reduce the main forest and leave a womanly woods, say in the shape of a heart. Below and along the sides, you would be smooth and beguiling. Once your ladies see it, they will be able to maintain it for you. And I dare say the style will catch on here as it has elsewhere.”
Before she could agree or disagree, the prince disappeared and returned with his shaving implements. He obtained a basin of hot water from the nearby kitchen. Spreading a towel on the floor for her to lie on, he lathered her dark triangle first.
Jeena was tense with a sharp blade near her most sensitive area, but Geoffrey showed some skill. “I used to shave my father,” he explained, then hurriedly added, “Only on his face, of course!”
It must be a similar process because he quickly reduced the dimensions of her patch. Carefully, he rounded the upper corners then carved an indentation in the middle. The queen had to admit, it was heart-shaped.
Gently raising and spreading her legs for the next part, he soaped the hairy sides and lower territories, the latter which he wisely had not mentioned. The warm water and his skilled technique allowed her to relax despite the completely unexpected activity.
As his fingers stroked the newly bald areas, it sent shivers through her body. He finished rinsing and patting dry. She reached to feel it for herself when Geoffrey planted his mouth on her newly exposed flesh. His tongue mapped the area, as Jeena’s hands stroked his head.
“I was just checking that I didn’t miss a spot,” he laughed, hopping up to dispose of the shaving equipment. He found a small mirror and gave it to the queen.
With some curiosity, she looked and touched and saw herself in a way she hadn’t done in many years.
The prince smiled, watching her in her own world until she noticed him standing over her and became self-conscious. Seeing him wearing only pants, she remembered what they were about to do when this interruption occurred.
“The reason I wanted to do that,” he explained, “was this!” With a flourish, he dropped his pants and his own hairless genitals came into view.
If Ricardo had been bronze, Geoffrey was iron, his skin black and glossy. Wiry and graceful, he was an excellent dancer. His truly naked organ swung freely as he posed to her acclamation. As if pointing to the midmorning sun, his flagpole stood out, with a slight upward curve increasing the angle.
The distraction and attention between her legs could no longer hold back the burning that the tea had ignited. The queen rose up to her knees and grabbed the appendage, pulling it and the prince to her. Holding it at the base, she licked the smooth circumference. She marveled at the testicles, angling her head to get better access, licking them and gently sucking them into her mouth in turn.
She did not want to release her new toy, but the prince reached under her arms to raise her to her feet. He led her to where a thick rug covered the floor, quickly shoving a table out of the way. He sat down and patted the rug next to him. As she started to lie down, he quickly spun on his butt so they were head to toe—or head to crotch, actually.
Leaning over her freshly barbered pudendum, he hooked her far leg and raised it over his shoulder, rotating her hips and opening her to his face. Jeena, half-dazed by the pace of developments, felt Geoffrey’s hot breath on her bare skin at the same instant his engorged licorice stick bobbed inches in front of her face.
She kissed and licked the purpling head, then drew it into her mouth. Sucking hard, her lips gently munched the shaft, taking it deeper, nibble by nibble. Her lips loved the hairless surface as her head bobbed on his shaft while her fingers swirled around his balls. Wanting to taste all of him, she switched to wrap her fingers around his dick while her tongue painted his nuts.
She felt the prince’s mouth working in earnest, spreading her folds to probe deeper. The warm slippery contact helped soothe the inflammation—was it the tea or the novelty or the wine or everything. Her excitement rose in a crescendo as he played her flesh. His hand on the inside of her thigh tried to hold her open, but her strong legs could not be resisted as her body soared to the peak.
Geoffrey felt his head trapped in that soft, sweaty vice as he reversed strategy and instead grabbed her ass and pulled her harder against his mouth. Her thighs enclosing his ears could not block out the staccato grunts of her orgasm.
He waited until he felt the tension leave her muscles, then gently liberated his head, taking the opportunity to sip the musky wine that her ecstasy had produced. Jeena regained her senses, feeling his hands stroking the warmth into her body from her knees to her breasts as his tongue lapped up most of her juices.
Although derelict in its duty, her hand still held that slick rod. She resumed her stroking and sucked the tip as if it were a straw, drawing out the accumulating fluid. With her flames temporarily banked, she could concentrate on his anatomy.