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"Hey Em? Have you seen my razor?" Spence yelled from the bathroom.

Emily had spent the last ten minutes listening to him bellow 'Bohemian Rhapsody' from the shower. "It's out here. You'll have to come and get it."

Emily was sitting on the sofa, dressed in a short black silk slip. It was too hot for much else. A ceiling fan kept the air moving, but it didn't remove any of the humidity.

Spence came out of the small bathroom with a white towel wrapped around
his waist. "Where's my razor?"

"Over here. Come and sit for a minute." Emily motioned to the pillow on the floor in front of her.

"Come on Em, I want to get shaved and get outside. The day's wasting." He bent down to kiss her on the neck. "Mmmm, you smell good thismorning." That's when he spied his razor on the sofa beside Emily. His razor, an old fashioned shaving brush, and a mug of foam."Oh no you don't. I'm not letting you near my neck with a razor." His laughter filled the room.

Emily smiled. "I promise not to hurt you. You're a big strong boy. Surely you aren't afraid of a little ol' girl with a mug of soap? Sit down. I guarantee you're gonna' like this."

Spence positioned himself on the floor between Emily's knees. She leaned forward, cradling his head between her breasts. She whispered, "Be still. Sit back and enjoy this as much as I'm going to." She nipped his earlobe lightly between her teeth, and felt him shudder with pleasure.

"Don't be starting something you're not prepared to follow through on
girl."

"You be quiet. And sit still." Emily picked up the mug and the shaving brush. With both arms around Spence, she swirled the brush in the foam, almost under his nose. "Here, hold this mug for me." Holding his chin from behind with one hand, she brushed the foam onto his face with the other, dipping into the cup when she needed more. Soon, his face was covered with soft white fluff. She put the brush down and picked up the razor.

Starting with the sideburn on the right side of his face, Emily carefully shaved the foam and whiskers from Spence's skin. She rinsed the razor after each few strokes in a small bowl of warm water placed on the side table. Spence hooked his arms under her knees; his hands played up and down her lower legs. She kept shaving. He tightened the skin around his mouth and chin by making a grimace face. Emily laughed.

"Nobody ever fell in love with a 'shaving face.' You look so silly,

especially from this angle."

"Is that what you're doing Em? Are you falling in love?"

Emily didn't speak. She was happy he couldn't see her face. She wasn't
quite ready to reveal herself.

She wiped the remaining traces of foam from his face. She leaned forward and kissed the base of his neck. Even now, so soon out of the shower, his skin had a salty taste. She knew she should hurry so they could get outside to the lake. It would be so much cooler there. But he was so delicious. She didn't want to quit. Her mouth found the heavy tendon at the side of his neck. She bit. She sucked. Her teeth and tongue and lips stuggled to make him part of her.

She whispered in his ear, "Spencer? Could you lose the towel? Please? I
want to see you from this angle. I want to see what you see when you're by yourself. I want to see what you see when you stroke yourself. I want to see what you see when you feel hot and you're all alone..."

Spence didn't hesitate. The towel was tucked into itself at his waist and one tug pulled it free. His penis was semi-erect. Emily's hands found his nipples and pinched. He reacted immediately. The full length of his cock stretched upwards to his belly, the swollen head looked right at Emily.

She whispered, "Stroke it for me. Show me what you like. Show me what you do when you're alone."

His left arm tightened around her leg as his right hand lightly gripped his stiffening cock. Slowly, his hand moved up and down the shaft. He pulled all the skin up over the head, and back down to the base. Up and down. Up and down. Emily's mouth was right on his ear; her hot breath searing his skin.

"Fuck your hand. Show me how you come. Let me see. Show me. Show me how you feel." Her words were like fire in his brain. He spread the first drops of liquid delirium across the darkening head. His grip tightened. His strokes shortened. Faster. Harder. Shorter. Faster. Jaw tight. Breath hot. Nostrils flared. Low grunting moan. Rising pitch. Muscles tight. Final stroke. White hot volcanic spurt, pulsing onto flattened belly; coating thumb; finally dying.

Neither of them spoke. Emily smoothed Spence's hair back from his forehead, calming him. He turned to face her. He pushed the straps of her slip off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Her arm cradled his head as he hungrily sucked at her. Her own fingers rolled the other nipple in time with his sucking.

He pushed her back on the sofa and pushed her slip up over her hips. The aroma of sex filled the room. His tongue fucked her belly button; his teeth tugged the shiny triangular body jewelry there. The innocuous piece of purple metal was far more exciting than black lace.

Emily slid herself off the sofa and onto the floor. She could feel her female juices liberally coating her legs. Spence stretched his full length out on the floor, his hands gripping her breasts, his nose buried in her pubic mound. His mouth covered her clit. His primal urges took over all his senses.

She raised her hips off the floor, pushing herself onto his mouth. They became as one creature, moving only for hedonistic gratification.

"Show me, Em. Do the same for me. Show me how you feel."

Spence stayed on the floor, his face close to her pussy. Emily brought the long middle finger of her right hand to her clit. She moistened it in her own juice and spread the slickness over the surface of her inner lips. Around her clit. Never on it. Her legs were spread wide, bent at the knee. Spence's gaze increased the level of her excitement.

She knew his face was inches from her most secret place. Her finger quickened its pace up and down the inner path. Her breath grew rapid and ragged. Earthy grunts became louder as she approached her goal. She pushed her cunt to his face, inviting him to join her.

As his tongue touched her spicy folds she lost control. She soaked his face and filled his mouth with the nectar of her lust. He laid his head quietly on her belly until her breathing returned to normal.

"Em?"

"Yes?"

"Wanna' shave me tomorrow too?"

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