At first, I was in shock. Here I am, wearing nothing but my own skin, in front of a man, who was looking straight at me. He didn't surprised. He also didn't say a word, just slowly lowered his gaze from my eyes to my gaping mouth, down to my breasts, which I did my best to cover, down to my abdomen, and finally to my palms, which were covering my vulva. My hand was still holding the razor.
"I see you've been shaving," he said as he lifted his eyes back to mine. I nodded.
"Are you done?" he asked. I nodded again. "You wanna put some cream on it, or somethin', so your skin doesn't crack," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. I was mesmerized.
Suddenly, I found myself saying, "Yes, I have some in the cabinet under the sink."
He bent down and opened the cabinet. "Is this it?" he asked, picking up a tube of body lotion.
"Yes that's it," I mumbled.
"Well since you've got your hands all busy and stuff," he said, "why don't I put it on for you?" he asked in the most pragmatic tone I had ever heard.
I was so dumbfounded by the offer that I found myself nodding again. "Where did you shave?" he asked.
"My legs," I replied faintly. "Step out of the shower and stand on the rug," he commanded.
I obeyed. He bent down, poured some lotion onto his hands, rubbed them a little so the lotion wouldn't feel cold, and with surprising tenderness began to rub it into my skin.
"You have to rub upwards, against the direction of the hair." I couldn't believe I was instructing him, but if felt so good.
"Like that?" he asked, looking up at me, his face right against my crotch. "Yes," I said, beginning to smile, "that's good."
For the first time in this bizarre episode, I was beginning to enjoy myself. My mind was calming, allowing my blood to start circulating again. And it circulated fast toward my pelvis. I could feel the heat radiating from my loins to my hands. I wondered if he could feel it, too. He gently rubbed my shinbones, then moved up to my thighs. It had been a long time since I was with a man, and the feeling of his strong, warm, and gentle hands pressing against my inner thighs was electrifying. I began to tremor.
"You're not cold, are you?" he asked. "No, I'm hot," I admitted bashfully.
He paused for a moment, and then continued, "I'm done with your legs, would you like to sit down now?" He pointed to the white, plastic chair next to the bath.
At that moment, I realized it was pointless trying to cover myself, and let my hands fall to the side of my body. He gasped in awe, a reaction I didn't expect from such a measured man. I sat down exhausted from excitement, succumbing to the circumstance, when he suddenly said, "You are the most desirable woman I have ever seen."
His eyes glared as he said it, and his voice betrayed the complete sincerity of his declaration. I was taken in an instant. But since I didn't know what else to say, I muttered, "I also did my armpits." To my astonishment, he said, "Raise your hands and cross your fingers behind your head."
I followed his order, and he began to massage the cream into my armpit, then slid down to my chest, gently massaging my breasts, and even slightly pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and told myself to keep holding my hands up, hoping it would never end.
"Anywhere else?" I suddenly heard him whisper.
"Down under," I whispered, biting my lower lip.
"You wanna do it there, too?" He looked down and said, "You need to lie down for that."
"Take me to bed," I replied immediately. I couldn't stand up, and he sensed it. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me as if I were pillow, opened the door to my bedroom, and gently put me on the bed, laying on my back. Then he went back to the shower and returned with the lotion.
Without a word, he locked the door, took the pillow from the top of the bed and put it under my buttocks lifting my loins up toward him. I could feel the juice gushing out of me and I was embarrassed that he would notice the glisten of my lust for him. But this was way past the point of no return. He put some lotion on his hands and gently massaged my pubis. I raised my hands over my head in a gesture of complete surrender and let myself be taken by this strong and quiet man.
As he continued to rub me, I could feel the emptiness building in me, the beginning of the ache to be filled. I arched my back and spread my legs so he could reach down. As my desire was building, my pelvis began to move rhythmically with his hand and I began to moan softly. I muttered, "I want you inside."
He came inside me, but not his organ-his tongue. When I opened my eyes and looked down, he was situated between my wide-open legs, dipping his tongue right into my crevice, then lifting it up with a strong and demanding lap. His hand parted my lips and exposed my swollen clitoris. It took me no more than half a minute to climax in a series of rhythmic contractions, fierce enough to surprise even him.
He slid his finger into my crevice and began to ram it forcefully in and out, while continuing to torture my clit with nibbles and sucks. I climaxed again, this time groaning like a mare. Finally, when I could catch my breath, seeing that he was still down there, I grabbed his head and pulled him on top of me.
"Fuck me," I commanded. He pulled off his trousers and exposed his huge erection. Only now did I see how big he was. He must have been at least 10", and quite thick. But I was ready. He mounted me, pinned me down with his hand, and brought his cock to my crack.
"Do it," I said, "Do it to me." It hurt when he penetrated; he was not gentle anymore, but a pussy-hungry savage, just like I wanted him to be, and he took me over by storm, ignoring my squirms of pain as he plowed his way into me. He shoved himself deeper and deeper, and I didn't know when his cock would end. I was afraid he would injure me. But finally, I felt the base of his shaft pressing against my pussy, and his balls against my ass.
Kevin fucked me like a savage that morning. He would not let up. His eyes were glazed as his consciousness flowed entirely into the insides of my smoldering canal, tightening around his cock. My breasts jolted wildly as he rammed himself faster and stronger into me, and my breath got heavier. I was panting like a sprinter in mid-race, and so was he. When I felt he was getting ready to explode, I wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn't dare escape.
He came in thunder and roar, his eyes piercing mine with lust, his mouth open in abandon as his mind focused on his orgasm. I loved him that moment. When he finished he fell on me, his shaft still inside me, and he stayed that way for several minutes before he said, "Have I told you already that you are the most desirable woman I have ever met?"