Aurora, Illinois

Stop My Sinning Hand

Julius was in his bathroom, laughing and playing with a woman he barely knew. It started when he took a chance.

"Shave me," he had told her.

Her green eyes fixed a stare on him and her pink lips pouted. "You mean, like, your nads?"

He brushed it off, "Just my face. I saw it in a movie once. This girl shaved a guy's face and it was hot,"

"It's your dollar, Boss," she smiled as she said it.

He stripped down to his boxers and headed to the bathroom. She started to follow.

He asked, "What do you have on under there?"

"Tops and bottoms. I can do it nude if you like," she  said.

"No, that's fine. It'll be like a girlfriend experience," he said. She was starting to get a weird vibe but she was pretty used to weird requests. Maybe his face was really sensitive so he wanted more of a focus there. He was kinda right about the girlfriend thing. A girlfriend might shave him but probably not in the nude.

Julius got out shaving cream and a shiny stainless steel razor. He swapped out the old razor for a new one. "I know you shave your legs. It's pretty much the same thing. One thing is you have to be a little more careful not to cause a cut because it's hard to cover up a cut on your face. So just lather up nicely and don't worry if you miss some hair on the first run through. You can go again and get what you missed."

"Lather up and do a few runs. Got it. You're a good teacher," she said, flattering him pointlessly.

He was between two and four inches taller than she was. There was some awkward positioning. She splashed cool water on his face. Then her soft hands gently worked shaving cream on his face. It was so weird that he did this on himself everyday but now it felt so different. She started to pick up the razor.

"Wait, I just want to be in this moment a little longer. I know I'm being silly."

"No, I feel it too. It's okay," and it could have just been a line but she meant it. Something about this was more intimate than sex.

She started moving the razor across his cheeks. "Babe, keep your eyes closed. Shaving cream could fly in there." He was so curious what she looked like at this second but she was right about it being unsafe.

She got to his neck. She started to feel confident. "Crap. I cut you. Crap, crap, crap."

He opened his eyes. It was a spot of blood about as big as the tip of a pencil. "Oh I get those all the time. It'll close up in about an hour."

Her tone lacked all energy. "I don't like this game anymore. I don't wanna play." It was okay. She had gotten most of it and he felt newly clean.

"C'mere," he said.

She pulled away.

"Sheri, come here!"

He kissed her neck, from her shoulder up to her ear. He whispered, "You did great. You made me proud and you'll do better next time."

She felt warm all of a sudden. She could count on one hand the number of men who were proud of her.

He stuck his left hand inside her panties and squeezed her ass.

"Ahhh!"

"I'm not mad but I do think I should punish you. Let's go back to the bedroom so I can spank you," he could barely get the words out without laughing.

"Sure thing, Daddy, but I'm off the clock in ten minutes."