Page 58 of The Secret Club
I watch as Carl hesitates for a moment, his attention caught by my right breast. He’s noticed my new tattoo. He reads the name at the stem, his eyes flicking to mine knowing I’ve been branded. I look back at him. We share a conversation with our eyes. I try to convey that I am happy with it and don’t feel anyshame or pain. He gives me a subtle nod and turns back to his razor and shaving me.
I can feel my body loosen into the experience. When he is done, he moves to the other side of my body with the bowl of warm water and carefully soaps my left forearm and shaves it before raising my left arm and almost reverently he shaves under my armpit. Once he’s finished, he moves down the bed and kneels between my feet. I watch with relaxed eyes, in awe of this man in his light beige trousers that have splotches of water on them now, his light grey t-shirt equally sprinkled with water flecks. Carl picks up my right foot and lifts it to bend my knee and places my foot back onto the bed. He then picks up the soap and this time dips it into the bowl and runs his hands and the soap up and down my right calf. If anyone was watching, like Tom right now, you would think I have been in a relationship with Carl for years because the careful tenderness he is showing me would only be expected of someone who loves me.
Once my calf is sufficiently lathered up to my knee, he puts down the soap and picks up the razor, diligently shaving in overlapping lines to ensure not one hair is missed. Carl looks like he’s performing an operation that requires the full intensity of his attention. He soaps up my thigh almost up to my hip and shaves me again in low slow swipes. In all honesty, I could get used to having someone shave my body like this. If it weren’t for the full exposure and the voyeur in the corner, I could almost be at a spa right now. Lowering my right leg, Carl lifts my left foot and begins the whole process again until that leg is completely hairless.
There is only one place left to do. Carl turns his attention to the apex of my legs. I haven’t seen him take even a glimpse at it until now. His eyes seem to widen slightly as he takes in my mound, my folds and the four weeks of hair that has grownthrough. Usually, I go hairless, so it’s been a challenge to not wax it.
Carl lifts both my feet, one at a time to bend my legs at the knee and place them wider apart than earlier. I am spread wide and open for him now, my folds parted and ready. He reaches into the bowl and soaps his hands before gently rubbing at the hair on my mound. I want him to look up at me, I want to see into his eyes but he doesn’t even blink at me, his sole attention is on rubbing his soapy fingers into my curls before lowering them down each side of my pussy and lower closer to my back hole. No one has ever shaved me, or even soaped me down there in the way he is doing now. It feels sensual, a luxurious treatment you might receive and hope you get a massage too, and a happy ending.
I feel blood pumping through my body as my heart rate picks up, it especially starts to pump down to my pussy where I start to feel the building sensation of pleasure trickling through me. Carl looks happy with his soaping efforts and puts the soap down in place of the razor. Gently he strokes a line from close to my back hole up over my folds and up across my mound in one slow and steady movement. His hand has a tiny tremor now which I assume is because of the delicate location he is shaving. Or maybe he’s excited to be shaving me there. He works with one hand holding my folds taught and running the razor blade up and down with the other. It feels like an erotic tease, the slower and longer he takes, the hotter and hornier I feel.
Carl takes in a breath when I know my other tattoo has been revealed. I watch him take it in, he places the razor down and runs his thumb tentatively over the rose. It’s completely healed but I know it must be an unusual find for him. Wondering if he’s shaved many women and ever seen a tattoo there. Most likely not given his attention to it. He appears tolike it, the corners of his mouth twitching. He doesn’t say a word and I wonder what is going on in his head.
I can feel liquid desire begin to leak out of me and as he turns his attention on my left pussy lip, he too notices what is leaking out of me. He sucks in a breath and looks up at me wide eyed. “Do you enjoy me shaving you here?” his deep husky voice sends a shiver down my spine.
I crinkle my eyes, and the corners of my lips turn up in a slow smile, something tells me this man needs care and gentleness in return for his, “I had no idea how good it would feel, Carl.” And that is the honest truth.
Pleasure ripples across his face as he answers, “I have waited a very long time to do this.” Before turning his attention back to my pussy. He begins to shave me carefully and I trust him. When he pulls back to admire his work, I see once again the bulge in his trousers. He then dips a washcloth into the soapy water and gently wipes away any remaining soap across my body.
Moving off the bed, Carl takes the bowl, razor, soap and washcloth to the bathroom and returns with a small bottle of oil. When he opens it, I think I can smell camomile as he dabs a drop on his hand before closing the lid and then begins to rub the oil delicately into my right arm, then my left. Another drop later and he’s massaging my legs better than any massage I’ve ever experienced. Maybe it’s because I’m naked and turned on so much, I could burst into flames. Rubbing up and down my legs, getting close to my pussy and then further away again. I’m enjoying the massage so much but it’s also killing me that he’s not touching me near my clit which has almost got its own heartbeat.
Finally, he tips another drop of oil into his hands and rubs it into the folds of my pussy. He works upwards just like he did with the razor, even my back hole wants the attention of his magic fingers. Carl’s massaging fingers edge closer and closer tomy clit and I wonder if he’s avoiding it on purpose or oblivious to it. I get my answer instantly when he swipes three fingers across it, and I can’t contain my moan. One side of his mouth crooks up and he does it again, and then again. I’m so far gone on the edge, it’s the fourth stroke that has me arching my back and screaming out his name as he continues his swipes until the pulsing of my orgasm has depleted and I begin to shudder at its sensitivity.
Carl looks in awe of what he just did or maybe how I just reacted. In a blink his eyes turn hungry, he undoes the buttons to his trousers, pulls his stiff, hairless cock out and lines it up to my entrance. Without a word, he slowly slides between my folds and edges inside of me, my legs still bent and open. I can see he’s on the edge himself as I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his face, a couple of thrusts until he hits the back of my walls and he’s coming undone inside of me. I feel his body shudder and his cock pulses deep inside of me.
Looking down at me with questioning eyes, I offer the reassurance he needs immediately.
“That was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had Carl, thank you,” I say, trying to convey in my voice I mean every word.
“I’m sorry I was so quick. I nearly came twice when I was shaving you, especially after I found your second tattoo,” he blushes.
“I thought I was going to self-combust when you were shaving me too,” I giggle.
Carl gently pulls out his softening cock and goes to tuck it back into his beige trousers before thinking better of it. Instead, he chooses to leave it out and lie next to me on the bed. “Thank you for allowing me to shave you like that. It was everything I dreamt it would be and more.”
“It was my pleasure Carl; I felt like I was at a sensual spa with a happy ending.” I giggle as I turn on my side to face him. “You took better care of me than any massage or treatment I’ve ever received,” I smile at him. I lie with him and enjoy the afterglow we both share before soft music begins to play on the speaker. I frown at him questioningly and he groans.
“That’s Cook’s music, it means my time is up for today. But I’ll be back to shave you every morning. And I’ll be around and watching.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you again already, Carl.” I’m surprised that I do genuinely mean that too.
He leans in and kisses me deeply, our tongues reuniting for one last kiss before he pulls himself off the bed, cock hanging out of his trousers as he walks into the bathroom to clean up. He returns with a washcloth and carefully spreads my legs, dabbing it between my folds before we both look up and see a man coming through the doorway in front of us. He smiles widely, creating dimples in both cheeks. This must be Cook. He’s slim with cropped blonde hair and black rimmed glasses and deep dimples in his cheeks. My guess is that he’s in his early forties.
He nods to me, then to Carl and Tom. To Carl he says, “We enjoyed watching you shave our Roxy here, I’ve had a stiffy since Dr Jack undressed her.”
I sit up and cross my legs on the bed seeing as I no longer need to lie down.
“Hi Roxy, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person,” Cook says as he bounds up to me holding out his hand. I take it and he shakes it softly. I smile back at him. “I hope you’re hungry,” he says teasingly.
“I think I’ve built up an appetite being so well looked after by Carl,” I say as I watch Carl head towards the door. He turns and smiles shyly at me.
“See you tomorrow, princess,” he says as he walks out of the door.
28
“Ican see you are quite the hit Roxy, so please, come sit over on the chair,” Cook directs in a cheerful voice. I swing my legs and hop off the bed. “I am going to wheel in the trolley with your lunch on it.”
“Ok,” I answer. Cook returns pushing a two shelved silver trolley with many dishes covered with silver covers, to keep the food warm I suppose. Or a surprise?
