When I got into my fifties, for some reason I was subconscious of the gray hair that I was starting to get on my chest and pubic area. I have never been that vain about my appearance, but it was bothering me, I started complaining to my wife about it more often than intended.
A few weeks went by before I left for a short business trip, upon returning from the airport by Uber, I stepped into the house through the garage entrance. Right away I could sense something was odd; the house was dark at an unusual time of day even though both vehicles were in the garage, I could smell a strong scent of pumpkin spice even though it was nowhere near fall. I can’t stand the coffees and shakes, and overuse of those scents/flavors, but I love the scent of pumpkin pie cooking.
I took off my light coat and shoes and headed for the kitchen; rounding the refrigerator I was stopped in my tracks!
Carley was standing by the sink wearing a blue Mardi-Gra mask, blue lingerie that I had never seen before; quarter-inch thick seamed-triangle-shaped straps that framed her breast, like a bikini top with no material concealing the hard nipples. The bikini top had seams from a bow tie at the back of the neck connecting to the top and underside of each triangle, continued down her rib cage on each side to the string bikini-crotchless bottoms that framed her completely shaved pussy. The seams formed a heart shape around the swollen outer lips perfectly. Her deep red, swollen clitoris protruding from the top of the glistening-wet lips, her aroused state was clearly on display.
I stood there in shock and awe for several moments in silence, trying to make eye contact, but failing miserably. My gaze kept dropping lower, attempting to burn the incredible vision into my brain forever. As if I was trying to taste her warm pie with my vision alone. The next time I made eye contact with her, I realized that she was trying to communicate non-verbally from behind the mask by lowering her gaze down my body, then traversing back up to my eyes.
I am not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I did finally get the hint that she wanted me to undress; not taking my eyes off of hers, I quickly removed my shirt, unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers allowed them to fall to the floor so I could step away from them. Looking back into her eyes, it only took half a second to realize that I was supposed to remove my underwear too. I decided to tease her by making her wait; slowly, a fraction at a time, moved my right hand towards my red string bikini, my hard cock already forming a large wet spot at the head.
I couldn’t resist giving my shaft a squeeze, a pre-cum droplet oozed out the saturated material onto my fingers, I made her wait a moment longer by licking it off each finger as slow as I could. Returning my right hand lower to hook the thumb into the strap at the hip, my left hand joined by hooking the strap on the left, together in unison I pushed down, my thick, swollen cock resisted as long as it could before popping out of the wet bikini revealing my arousal to her. I was throbbing with every heartbeat, pointing straight up, pre-cum streaming out the slit of the engorged head like a silver river flowing down the shaft to the rocks below. As I stepped out of the underwear, she simply turned towards the hallway and disappeared.
I knew she wanted me to follow, I didn’t know why, or what she had planned but I was not willing to disappoint her; I quickly tried to catch up. Rounding the corner of the hallway, I could see flickering light from the open bathroom door as she stepped in; that was my first look at her ass with the seams of the body suit framing her cute ass with a heart-shape-thong. Absolutely amazing view!
When I entered the bathroom, I was hit with the strong scent of the six pumpkin-spice candles that were creating the flickering light, three on the vanity bouncing light off the mirror, and three strategically placed in the shower. The shower curtain had been removed from the rod, replaced by two loops of blue silk restraints. My excitement increased by a factor of ten; she knows me well; I love her domination games. Mistress “C” is in the house!
I stopped in my tracks as she turned her back to me, bent at the waist to place a non-slip pad on the floor of the shower; she gave me the glorious view of her heart-framed ass with the swollen pussy lips silhouetted between the upper thighs in golden, flickering candlelight. My favorite view of my lover. My heart skipped a beat. My rock-hard cock was throbbing with more blood flow than I ever thought was possible, the head became a darker, crimson red. The pre-cum streamed down the shaft and across the aching balls to drip onto the tiles below; I wanted to grab a taste but knew that if I touched myself at that moment, I might lose control, ruining her game.
She straightened her back, turned slowly around while stepping to the side, and gestured for me to enter the walk-in shower, I complied immediately. As I passed close to her, I tried to run my hand up her thigh-high hose, my hand was swatted away; that wasn’t part of the plan, I was rewarded with a sharp slap on my bare ass. Worth it! I hesitated, hoping for some more discipline to no avail, then stepped into the walk-in shower. Her hand slipped softly around my waist and wrapped around the shaft of my throbbing cock. Again, I almost shot my load way too soon. She used my twitching member to turn me around to face her. I focused my attention on the dark hallway outside the bathroom as a way of controlling the building orgasm potential.
Finely, her grip relented and released me; as my tension slowly subsided, I noticed her hand lifted to her lips. In the most sensual way that I have ever seen, she cleaned my pre-cum off of the palm with the tongue flattened in such a way that she would not miss a drop; continued to each individual finger in turn, agonizingly slow. I actually had a moment of being jealous of her tongue, as ridiculous as that sounds, it was true because I wanted her to press those wet fingers into my mouth. I wanted to suck her fingers in deep, wanted to blow her fingers clean with my tongue and lips.
When finished, she grabbed each of my hands and placed them into the loops of the silk restraints above my head securing me into a vulnerable, defenseless position. Her blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight behind the lace mask as they trailed down the length of my body, paused at my chest, pausing at my abbs, and paused at my hard cock and aching balls. Leaning to the side, she retrieved her electric bikini-razer from the shelf behind me. The reality of her plan for me was crystal clear now. The gray hair that I had been bitching about was about to disappear.
I had a moment of apprehension when I heard the buzz of the razer in her hand, the thought was slowly being replaced by curiosity. How far is she going to take this? Will she remove just the gray hairs? All of the hair from the chest, abs and pubic area? What will I look like? The anxiety of these unknowns only made my cock throb and twitch more intensely.
Starting just below my collarline, she gave me the answer to my questions as the trimmer was placed on the center of my chest and descended towards my navel, I watched the hair roll off the tip and fall to the floor. The first pass was an agonizingly slow descent that elicited the unknown question of “Where will she stop?” Eventually, I was given an answer when the trimmer came in contact with the shaft of my twitching cock; the vibrating device nearly made me cum before being lifted back to the upper chest to continue the task of “Yard Maintenance.”
In a few short moments, she had removed all the hair from the chest, abs and pubic area above the penis and testicles; looking down, I could clearly see my erect, hyper-sensitive, excited nipples. It was a different look for me, all the gray was gone, a completely clean canvass. I kind of liked it.
She placed the razer back on the shelf, and knelt down before me on one knee, with the other leg flat footed on the floor; I was given another excellent view of her shaved pussy lips opening on their own, displaying her glistening wet, pink inner folds and protruding deep red clitoris. She was just as aroused as I was. Her hand moved down the elevated thigh and quickly inserted two fingers, turning upward to apply pressure on the “G Spot.”
Leaned in closer to my dripping, hard cock and sucked the head in between her hungry lips. I watched the shaft disappear into her mouth as her fingers disappeared into her super-heated cunt with the thumb flicking against the clit. She began fucking herself in time with my cock fucking her mouth; both of us were approaching our mutual, impending release. The head of my cock pressed into the back of her throat, a slight gag with a swallow allowed her to pull in the entire length of my six-and-a-half inches, I pulled back my hips to slide partially out. I didn’t want to choke her with the load I couldn’t stop.
Suddenly, she reached her goal with a loud groan. Her lips opened, involuntarily releasing their grip on my shaft, simultaneously, her pussy lips gripped her fingers like a vise; I shot cum into her mouth with three hard spasms, followed by five or six smaller shots. I watch her regain some composure while retaining the “O Face.” I withdrew my still-hard cock from her lips, leaving a large drop on her upper and lower lips.
I watched as she withdrew her fingers from the white-hot cunt, she slowly began to stand up, the lips on her pussy refused to close, the lips of her mouth followed with the same refusal. As she straightened her back, I got a glimpse of my white cum on her tongue just before she leaned in for an open-mouthed kiss. I pressed my tongue in between her lips catching the cum on the upper lip a second before she pressed her tongue against mine, still as hot as when it left my balls; I sucked her tongue into my mouth in a greedy attempt to steal my seed from her grasp. We dueled over this salty-sweet treasure with intense passion until there was nothing left.
