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Justin ran his hands along the insides of Rachel's thighs.

"Just relax," he said in a soft voice. He spread her legs apart and let one hand continue to move up her thigh coming to rest upon the soft nest of hair that covered her sex.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," he said. Rachel was naked from the waist down; a cream-colored, lace demi-bra was the extent of clothing she wore on her upper body. She was fresh out of the shower, droplets of water still beaded and clinging to her skin.

Justin had given her the bra to put on, then directed her to lie down upon a towel he had placed on the bed. Now he picked up a can of shaving cream, squirted a small amount of foam onto the palm of his hand and smiling, applied it carefully to the hair between Rachel's legs. Then, Justin picked up one of several disposable razors he had placed nearby.

"Now don't move," he said and placed the blade upon her foam covered skin. He dragged the razor slowly across the surface, from the center of the triangle of hair out toward the "V" of Rachel's thighs. Rachel closed her eyes, relishing the subtle pressure that Justin's hands created as he worked.

Justin shaved the front of her completely, his fingertips brushing across the newly revealed flesh. His eyes sparkled, a smile playing upon his lips. He shifted his position slightly and adjusted the spread of her legs.

"Now for the tricky part," he grinned as he focused his attention on the folds of skin sheltering the innermost reaches of her world. Justin's fingers carefully pulled her labia aside, stretching the soft flesh flat so that he could resume shaving her. He applied a little more shaving cream,picked up a fresh blade and continued his task.

Rachel felt an incredible sensation of intimacy envelop her. Yes, Justin was her lover, his hands had already roamed and explored every inch of her body, but this was something new, something different, something deeper, and intensely more erotic than anything they had previously experienced together. She felt as if with each stroke of the razor, that Justin claimed her just a little more completely, that he molded her and shaped her as he so desired. And yet, despite the feeling of possession that this selfless act elicited, Rachel knew Justin would only lead her where she truly wanted to go.

Justin finished shaving her left side, and moved to the right. Rachel marveled at how silken her flesh felt beneath his touch.

"Keep your legs spread, but raise your knees toward your chest," Justin said as he prepared to shave the area of skin just to the rear of Rachel's moist cunt lips. She did as she was told, momentarily amused at how easy it was for her to follow his direction, at how easy it was for her to trust him so implicitly.

Rachel felt Justin's warm fingertips carefully manipulating her flesh. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. She knew Justin had tapped into something within her, something that had been lurking just beneath the surface for a very long time. Something that she herself had not even known existed.

Now, she found herself in uncharted territory -- and with Justin she could think of no other place she would rather be. Justin excited her,compelled her, and made her more sexually aware of herself than she had ever been before. It was a blissfully liberating and strangely powerful sensation. She wondered where their relationship would go from here. What boundaries would they entertain; what lines would they cross?

For a moment Rachel opened her eyes and studied Justin, watching as he carefully wielded the razor against her tender flesh. The muscles in his forearm flexed and as if sensing her scrutiny he momentarily looked up and flashed her a knowing smile. Rachel felt a blush creep over her skin as she smiled in return and then closed her eyes once more. For the first time in her life, Rachel knew herself as a purely sexual being.

"There," Justin said, a short time later, bringing Rachel's mind back to full attention. "I think that's it." He took a damp washcloth and wiped away the few remaining traces of shaving cream, then momentarily picked up the razor again to strip away a few bits of hair he had missed.

"Put your legs down," Justin said, and then grabbing Rachel by the hands he pulled her to her feet. "Come, I want you to see this," he said smiling and lead her towards the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

Rachel stood in front of the mirror, Justin behind her, his hands resting on her waist. She felt the breath catch in her throat and her hands fluttered down between her thighs, her fingertips brushing across the bare white flesh. The folds of skin dipping down between her legs were now completely visible, no longer obscured by a covering of dark blonde hair.

Rachel felt suddenly vulnerable, almost painfully aware of her own nakedness. She hugged herself and leaned back against Justin, watching as his hand drifted down across her belly and caressed the smooth, newly shaven skin.

"How do you feel?" he asked, as if reading her thoughts.

"I feel like somehow you've stripped away more than just hair, that somehow you've revealed something more innocent, something unguarded," Rachel paused and added, "it's almost like the uncertainty of being 'untouched' again."

Justin turned her around and pulled her close.

"I want to know everything about you," he breathed as he kissed her hungrily. "But, most of all, I want you to know everything about yourself."And as Justin scooped her up and carried her back to the bed, Rachel knew she would give him anything that he might ask for, anything that he would demand.

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