Tighter (18+)

Shave

"After you!" Erick said with a smile at Yvonne as he opened the door and held it.

"Thank you!" Yvonne replied and smiled back at him, stepped into his apartment. She looked around and took a deep breath. The living room was bigger than her own apartment. "... And you prefer to stay with me on my tiny place!" she mumbled.

"Stay with me here, then!" Erick replied, closing the door.

"You know my answer!" Yvonne murmured.

"IF that happens," Erick responded, holding her shoulders from behind, "I will make arrangement for three of us!"

Yvonne just chuckled.

"Now," Erick commanded, "go to my room, take a shower, and get dresses!"

Yvonne turned her body to face him. "Get dress?" she asked, "But I thought we'd have dinner here!"

"We are!" Erick replied.

"But I don't have ...!"

"Don’t worry!" Erick cut her, "I bought you one!"

"Oh!" Yvonne exclaimed softly, turned her head around, "You didn't bring any ...!"

"I bought it online!" Erick answered her unfinished question, "It downstairs right now, at the lobby!"

"How do you know my size my size ...?" Yvonne asked, then smiled and blushed. She turned around and walked toward the bathroom, but then stopped and again turned around. "And I don't have toiletries!"

"They are inside!" said Erick, smiling.

Yvonne's eyes squinted. "Ava's?"

Erick shook his head. "Nope! I asked the room service to prepare some female toiletries! earlier today!"

Yvonne again smiled and blushed. Without word, she turned back and continued walking.

"Can I join you?" Erick asked.

"No!" Yvonne replied and disappeared into the bathroom.

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When Yvonne stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her torso, Erick was standing facing his opened wardrobe, wearing only towel as well, wrapped around his waist. "You took shower  already?" she mumbled.

"Uh hmmm!" he replied, taking out a shirt from his wardrobe, "in my other bathroom!" Then he nodded toward his bed. "Your dress is here!" he said.

She saw two pieces of woman dress laid neatly on the bed. She approach the bed, looked at it in disbelief, and sighed. "You really like to display your girls in public, don't you?" she mumbled as she lifted the clothes and spread it between her hands, one piece at the time.

The top piece was basically a sequin halter top, with a thin string to hang over the neck to keep it hung and another thin string to keep it spread over the chest area. The bottom was a sequin wrap around skirt with similar glitters.

Erick grinned. "Well, not in public," he corrected, "Helen is our team and Dennis is you college-time crush!"

Yvonne looked at him with a piercing eyes.

"Your public display debut will come soon!" Erick complement his statement.

Yvonne's shoulder sacked, her face frowned.

"Come, try them on!" Erick asked, ignoring her look.

"No, uh, undies?" Yvonne asked weakly.

Erick shook his head slowly, grinned.

"Turn around, then!" Yvonne barked.

Erick smiled, but turned his body around to face the wardrobe to choose his outfit.

The sound of Yvonne softly clearing her throat was Erick's cue. He turned around and studied Yvonne, and whistled.

The girl was standing facing him. Her belly was exposed, as well as large area of her chest. The halter barely cover her twin hills.

Erick's smile grew.

"Stop looking at me!" Yvonne barked, her face red as boiled lobster.

"Move around, please!" he commanded, ignoring her protest.

Yvonne turned her body as requested.

Erick gulped. Yvonne's back was fully uncovered and, as she moved, he knew that the word "wrap" of her wrap-around skirt was overstatement. It was barely wide enough to fully wrap around its wearer and her inner thigh and even a bit of her bush played peek-a-boo with him.

Yvonne finished making a full turn. "I don't feel comfortable in this," she whined weakly.

"What do you mean?" Erick disagreed, "you look great in it! Almost perfect!"

"Almost?"

"Yes!" Erick confirmed, "You expose a bit too much!"

"I told you!" Yvonne agreed, smiling wide.

"Your, uh, bush!" Erick said.

Yvonne's turned pale. "Let me take this off!" she said hurriedly, began to get undressed.

"No!" Erick stopped her.

"But you said ...!"

"Let's do one thing!" Erick said, reaching into one of the drawer in his wardrobe.

Yvonne gulped, looking a the thing in his hand. "You mean ...?"

"Sit on the edge of the bed, Dear!" he said, walking toward her.

Yvonne sat as instructed. Her eyes darted between his eyes and his hand. "Erick ...!" she mumbled.

Erick squatted in front of her. "Spread your legs, please!" he said.

Hesitantly, Yvonne set her legs apart.

"All apart, please!"

Yvonne put her arms straight behind her to the bed, and perched her torso on them, and spread her legs as wide as she could. The skirt's design didn't hinder her movement, and even opened up to put her groin, and her well-trimmed bush, in full frontal view.

"Now, let me ...!" Erick said.

"No!" Yvonne shrieked, "Erick! Please!"

Ignoring her, Erick press the actuator on top of the tube in his hand. White foam sprayed out from the nozzle to his other hand. Then, gently he spread the foam on her bush.

"Erick!" she screeched.

"Yes?" Erick responded, kept on applying the foam evenly.

"This is embarrassing!" continued her with coarse voice.

"Perfect, then!" replied Erick, putting the tube down on the floor and then took the razor, "I like that!"

Yvonne sighed.

Gently, then, Erick slipped two fingers inside her love tunnel and smiled as he felt her warm liquid soaked his fingers. "You're already wet!" he commented.

Yvonne smiled weakly. "Who won't!" she grumbled softly.

Keeping his fingers inside her, Erick began to carefully shave her using the razor on his other hand. He bent her index inside her.

Yvonne squealed softly to the stimulation
"Is that really necessary?" she asked.

"What? The shaving?" Erick mumbled.

"No!" she barked, "The fingers!"

"Oh!" Erick exclaimed. "You mean," he paused to scratch her inside gently, "this?"

Yvonne shivered and sighed. "Yes! Those fingers"

"Well, it's not necessary" Erick commented, still running the blade across her delicate skin."

"Then why are you putting them ...!" Yvonne didn't finish her protest. Her body again jolted. as he caressed her soft spot.

"Because you like it!" Erick replied with a grin.

"No!" Yvonne denied.

"Oh, Ok!" Erick said, continued shaving her without moving his fingers that were inside here.

"Keep doing it!" Yvonne mumbled softly a few seconds later.

"What? Shaving?" Erick asked back.

"No," Yvonne disagreed, "The fingers!"

"Oh! Like this?" Erick asked resumed his stimulation on her.

Yvonne threw her head and squealed. "Yes!" she acknowledged, her body shuddered.

"Ok! I'll do it!" Erick said, "but keep your body still! I don't want to cut you!"

"Okay!" Yvonne replied, followed by a squeal as Erick did his stimulation. She shivered, which she unfruitfully tried to suppress. Her breaths got heavy, as he massaged her spot more and more, somehow complementing the sight of him trimming her shrub clean.

Eyes glued on the razor, glided slowly on her private area, Yvonne retracted one of her arms and began caressing her own twin hill from under the fabric of her top, easing off its painful stiffness. She bit her lip hard, her breaths laborious.

Erick's finger workout gained intensity.

Yvonne closed her eyes, her body ached but she tried her might to move too much, partly because she was afraid the he might cut her, but mostly because she obeyed his instruction not to move.

"There!" Erick put the razor away and retracted his fingers out of her, then he began cleaning up the leftover foam using a piece of small towel.

"Why you stopped?" Yvonne cried in frustration.

"Because I finished!" Erick replied, "and it looks much better now!" commented at his works.

Yvonne watched her clean-shaved crotch, panting, hand squeezing on of her twin hill. "It does?" she breathed out sheepishly, "So, what now?"

"Are you in the heat?" Erick asked with a wicked grin.

"Uh huh!" Yvonne responded with dreamy eyes.

"Almost come?" he guessed.

"Yeah ...!"

"Good!" Erick said. He took a deep breath and stood up, "Now, let's prepare our dinner!"

Yvonne felt light-headed. Erick stood in front of him, obvious lump formed in front of his trousers. "You get excited, too!" she cried, looked up and smiled at him

Erick smirked. "Who wouldn't?" he asked back rhetorically.

"You want me to help you release your tension?" Yvonne asked coyly, massaging the hard thing under the lump on his pants.

"I'd love to," mumbled him.

"But ...?"

"But," he replied, then gently took her hands off of his bulge and pulled her up by her arms, hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

Yvonne closed her eyes and reciprocated his kisses. When he stopped, she smiled, tremble, at him, looking deeply at his eyes, waiting for him to speak.

"But, let's not spoil the milk until our guests arrive! We need to entertain them!" he continued his explanation, "So let's cool ourselves down by preparing our dinner!"

Yvonne sighed, but smiled. "Okay, then!" she replied.

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