Nair My Groin

Cheri had been staring at the little purple bottle for two days.

It sat on the bathroom counter next to his razor, unopened, like a decision waiting to be made. She finally picked it up that afternoon, turned it over in her hand, and walked into the living room where Manny was stretched out on the couch.

“I want to film you putting this on,” she said.

Manny looked at the Nair, then at her. “The whole process?”

“The whole process. On camera. Groin, balls, base of your cock. I want it smooth. And I want them to watch it happen.”

He raised an eyebrow, but she could already see the interest in the way he shifted. “You gonna help?”

“I’ll direct,” she said. “And then I’ll check the work.”

That evening she set the camera up in the bathroom where the lighting was clean and bright. She angled it low so it would catch everything from his lower stomach down. She stripped completely, already warm between her legs from the idea, and stood naked behind the camera with two fingers slowly circling her clit while she watched the monitor. Manny stood in front of the camera in just a towel, which he dropped when she nodded.

His soft cock hung heavy against his thigh, the dark hair around the base and on his balls still present.

Her voice came through the mic quiet and direct.

“Okay. Look at it. Soft. Natural. We’re going to take all the hair off. Don’t look away.”

Manny kept his eyes on her. Cheri’s fingers moved in slow, wet circles as she spoke.

“This is the before. Remember how it looks right now.”

She let the camera run for a long moment on his soft cock and the hair around it, then paused the recording.

The second the light went off she was on her knees. She took his soft cock in her hand, lifted it, and gave the head a slow, wet suck just to feel it thicken a little against her tongue. She didn’t get him fully hard—just enough that the skin was tighter and the application would be cleaner. Then she stood, wiped her mouth, and went back behind the camera.

She hit record again.

“Start with the cream,” she said. “Everywhere you want smooth. Base, balls, the skin around it. Take your time.”

On camera, Manny squeezed a thick line of the blue-white cream onto his fingers and began spreading it over his groin. He lifted his soft cock out of the way with one hand and worked the cream carefully around the base, then down over his balls, coating every bit of hair. The contrast of the pale cream against his skin was stark. Cheri’s fingers pushed deeper inside herself as she watched.

“Get it thick,” she said, voice a little lower. “Don’t miss any spots. I want it completely smooth when we’re done.”

He kept spreading, making sure the cream covered everything. His cock rested against the back of his hand, soft and heavy, occasionally twitching as the cool cream touched sensitive skin.

Cheri paused the recording again.

This time she stepped in close, still naked, and inspected the coverage with her fingers—running them through the cream on his balls, lifting his cock to check the base, spreading a little more where she thought he’d missed. The whole time her bare breasts brushed his arm. When she was satisfied she wiped her hands, went back behind the camera, and hit record.

“Now we wait,” she said. “Keep the camera on it. Let them watch it work.”

She let the minutes pass on camera, the cream sitting on his skin, his soft cock occasionally shifting. Cheri kept touching herself the entire time, fingers wet and steady, eyes locked on the monitor. When the time was up she spoke again.

“Rinse it off. Slowly. Let them see what’s underneath.”

Manny stepped to the sink and carefully rinsed the cream away with warm water. As the white film disappeared, smooth skin appeared underneath. He lifted his cock and rinsed his balls thoroughly. When he turned back to the camera, the hair was gone. His soft cock hung against completely smooth skin, the base clean, his balls bare and tight-looking.

Cheri’s breath caught.

“Stay there,” she said. Her voice had gone rougher. “Let them look at it.”

She paused the recording one last time.

The second the light went off she was on her knees again. She took his soft, now-smooth cock in both hands and just felt it—running her palms over the bare skin at the base, cupping his smooth balls, stroking the shaft slowly while she looked at the difference. Then she leaned in and took him into her mouth, sucking wet and deep, moaning around him as she felt the new smoothness against her lips and chin. She got him fully hard this time, spit running down over his freshly bare balls, before she forced herself to stop and go back behind the camera.

Record.

“That’s the after,” she said, clearly breathless now. “Completely smooth. Look at how clean it looks. Look at how the cock sits against bare skin. That’s what we did.”

Manny gave himself a few slow strokes. The head flared shiny. Cheri’s fingers worked faster between her legs.

“Keep stroking,” she said. “Let them see it move now that there’s nothing in the way.”

She let the camera run until her thighs were trembling, then stopped the recording. The red light died.

The camera was barely off before Cheri pushed him backward toward the bed. They barely made it. She shoved him down, climbed on top, and sank onto his cock in one long, greedy push. The new smoothness at the base rubbed directly against her clit as she took every thick inch.

“Fuck—you feel different,” she muttered against his mouth.

She rode him hard and deep, grinding her clit against the bare skin at the base of his cock on every downward stroke. The wet sound of her pussy filled the room. Her tits bounced. Manny’s hands gripped her ass and pulled her down harder.

The first orgasm hit her fast and messy. Her pussy clamped down and a heavy spray of fluid gushed out around his cock, soaking both of them. She kept riding through it, moaning into his mouth. A second orgasm followed almost immediately, wetter, her thighs shaking as more fluid spilled out of her.

“Inside,” she gasped between kisses. “I want it inside me—”

Manny thrust up and came with a low groan, pulsing thick and heavy deep into her. Cheri felt every spurt and kept grinding through it, kissing him deeply the entire time, milking him with her walls.

Even after he finished she didn’t stop.

She stayed full of his cum and kept riding him with slow, deep, passionate strokes, arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him like she couldn’t get close enough. Another orgasm rolled through her—quieter, deeper—while their mouths stayed together. She moaned into the kiss as more of her wetness mixed with his load and spilled out around his cock.

When she finally slowed, she stayed seated all the way down, forehead against his, still giving him soft, lingering kisses.

“Smooth looks good on you,” she whispered, almost smiling. “But it feels even better when I’m sitting on it.”