Dressed and denuded for dinner

Sophie returned to the apartment later that afternoon in high spirits given her encounter with the American on the beach. Seeing her partner seated in a bucket seat in the lounge, she scampered through the patio doors and jumped playfully into his lap.

Squirming around to get comfortable, she put her arms around his neck as, with a beaming smile, she blurted out. “Have I got a story for you!”, like a little girl at ‘show and tell’.

She then recounted the events by the boat on the beach, in glorious detail, because she knew how much he enjoyed the detail and the sense of intimacy it conveyed when she told him what she got up to.

Her body was still warm from the sun and sand, and the white marks from the American’s semen on her black costume were still visible. She smelled of the beach, and of sex. He held her tight by the hips as she looked up at him, wriggling excitedly at key points. He smiled appreciatively at the tale and of this wondrous little creature in his lap that entranced him with her words. Sophie felt him getting hard as she described the blowjob and wiggled her little bottom against his cock to encourage him. She could feel him hard against the crack of her bum now and she was **** to slide her costume off, sit naked as a baby in his bear like embrace before inserting him inside her.

He was very attentive and clearly turned on as he stroked up and down her bare thighs while they spoke, and it was a tender moment together, but no more. All too soon, her tale was ended, though, and she was left gazing up at this lovely man with only her lewd thoughts to console her need. When no more was to be said about the beach encounter, they discussed their plans for the evening and agreed to dress for dinner. She gave him a fatherly peck on the cheek before dismounting and slouching off resignedly to the bathroom.

Sophie stripped her costume down to her ankles as she peed., her toes on the floor and feet arched as she reflected on the afternoon and the lovely cuddle she’d just had. Meanwhile, he came into the bathroom and stood under the shower. She sat and watched, letting the final few trickles abate. as he busied himself.. They shared a certain intimate space: she like watching him and he liked watching her pee. They did this often.

On this occasion, he was still hard from their cuddle, so Sophie sat there enjoying the wonderful sight as he soaped up and down his veiny shaft. He knew she liked it when he did that, and made a show of it for her. She wanted to watch him cum, or even to slide in alongside, or beneath, him , and have sex but, with a pout, she knew this wasn’t part of the deal. Aroused now, she rubbed her little button gently while she watched him. It was quick and soothing when she came. Relaxing. He smiled at her when she tensed briefly as she climaxed. He blew her a kiss as she dabbed dry and flushed, before he moved to the sink and started shaving.

Sophie slipped into the shower herself and started to soap off the mixture of sun, sea, sand and semen that made her body smell so. She watched him watching her in the reflection of the mirror. She turned to show him a soapy bottom. She knew he liked her bum and she liked him looking. When she turned to face the front again she was soaking her pubic mound but he had moved to stand nearby in the shower.

“Do you shave, Sophie?”, he asked.

She shrugged in reply, “I’m not a big fan””, it doesn’t feel like the real ‘me’ when I do so”.

Ignoring her response, he knelt before her and caught her by surprise when he started to clip her pubic hair away with scissors. It fell down her legs in wispy light brown clumps that then swirled around in the water before disappearing down the drain. She was a little taken aback but acquiesced, opening her legs as he busied himself. She was naturally quite hairless and it didn’t take long for him to reduce her downy fur to stubble. Next, he soaped between her legs, which felt rather nice, before starting to meticulously remove the stubble that remained. The scratch of the razor on her bare skin alarmed her a little, especially as he manoeuvred close to her lips and near her precious button, but he was very careful. He soaped her again before scraping very closely with the fine blade, leaving her silky smooth and bare. Pleased with his work, stood and returned to complete his own shave at the sink.

“You can rinse now”, he threw over his shoulder.

Sophie rinsed herself clean, exploring the soft little girl look he had given her down there. She felt a little humiliated and vaguely violated by the treatment. She had had no say in this and, after drying herself, and moisturising her slightly tend mound, she left the room without a backward glance.

They had planned a more formal dinner that evening with their new friends. Accordingly, Sophie wore a slinky black evening dress with thin black straps over the shoulders, the fine material crossing over her small bust, clinging to her body all the way pdown past the hips and bottom until it fell way to the floor. Simple black roman sandals with a silver detail and a single string of white pearls around her neck, which made them joke back to her afternoon on the beach, finished off the look. Underneath, she wore a tiny black silk g-string. She didn’t like them but, this way, there were no panty lines to spoil the effect of the dress. It may have been accidental, but it also complemented her newly smooth look. She was undecided about a bra and asked his advice. She didn’t need one with her small breasts and this dress showed them off nicely. However, there was a possibility that she would seduce the American tonight and, she’d reflected, the effect of bra and panties as he undressed her might be more compelling than panties alone. She tried both outfits in front of him, the strapless black bra making her little titties stand slightly prouder, but they decided to dispense with it. Secretly, she was pleased. She rarely wore a bra and liked that he might peep down her dress and catch sight of the little pink tips inside. She shivered in anticipation, and knew they’d made the right decision. After the afternoon by the boat, she suspected he was hers for the taking.