Chapter 27
On that note there is a knock on the door.
“Clearly he doesn’t trust that I will keep my promise either,” he says louder now so that the man entering the room can hear.
“Roxy, please meet Carl. Carl, please meet Roxy.”
I turn, very aware of how naked I am, to see a beautiful, dark eyed man entering the room.
He walks right up to me. I watch in curiosity as he doesn’t say a word, his face unmoving, his eyes focused and intent on my face.
He reaches out a hand and cups my face, looking unnervingly into my eyes.
Not a handshake. I take a breath as he drinks me in, the only movements are his eyes moving from left to right.
Instead of speaking he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.
He pulls away a millimetre before kissing me again so deliciously I’m caught off guard.
He deepens the kiss, this stranger. I feel his tongue searching for mine, I can’t help but give it to him.
He tastes of coffee and caramel and kisses me slowly, taking his time to savor me.
I melt into his kiss wanting to feel closer to him.
I move my hands to curve around his waist and press my body closer to his.
It’s then that I feel the huge bulge in his trousers.
Satisfaction courses through me, he is enjoying our introduction as much as I am.
Just as I begin to wonder if he is going to let go of himself and have me, he pulls away and holds his forehead against mine. “I can see why Dr Jack was getting carried away Roxy, you are intoxicating,” he says in a deep husky voice.
I look into his eyes but don’t say a word. He is in control now, I know what he wants.
“I would very much like to shave you now, and then come back to your lips.”
“I am looking forward to you shaving me, Carl,” I reply. Carl’s eyes light up and I know I’ve said the right thing.
“Let’s get you in position then.”
Carl pulls away and I miss his body heat immediately.
I watch as he walks into the bathroom and comes out with a huge, light pink bath towel which he lays in the middle of the bed.
He then walks back over to the door where I see a large bag he’s left there.
A movement catches my eye to the left of the bed, and I gasp in shock.
Sitting in the brown leather chair is a hulk of a man.
He has a shaved head with a blond beard and a stacked body.
He is wearing a black t-shirt that is stretched across his wide chest and tattooed arms. He looks relaxed, one leg crossed over the other like he’s sitting in his living room watching his favourite show.
Tom, it must be him. He’s looking at me with a bland face and fierce eyes.
I can’t read his expression but it’s not warm and welcoming.
The rules were I’m not to speak to him so I turn my attention back to Carl who is now in the bathroom filling up a bowl of water which he carries in.
“Lie down on the towel please, Roxy.” And I do as he requests.
With my head on the pillow, I can see Tom on my left and Carl on my right.
Dr Jack must have slipped out of the room.
Carl looks deep in his head now, this is his time, he must be in his element.
I won’t say anything further now unless he speaks to me.
It feels strange though. Here I am, naked in front of two strangers.
Everyone is acting as if it’s completely normal.
Tom is watching on with rapt attention. Carl is busying himself in preparations which I can only assume is something he fantasizes about often.
Carl places a bowl of warm water to the right of my thigh and then kneels next to me on the giant bed.
He has laid out a bar of creamy coloured soap and a razor on the towel that I’m lying on.
He dips his hands into the bowl with the soap, rubbing it slowly in his hands and then he lifts my right arm and begins rubbing the softly scented soap down my arm.
I can smell shea butter, I think. I watch as he then picks up the razor and runs it down my forearm from wrist to elbow.
I was born very fair, it’s only as I’ve grown older that my hair colour has changed to a light coppery brown.
The hair on my arms and legs has stayed fair.
I’ve never shaved my arms so it’ll be a change that they’ll be as smooth as my legs for once.
Carl puts barely any pressure on the razor as he runs the blade down my forearm, carefully over and over again.
Then he lifts my arm to rest it above my head and soaps up the bar of soap before gently caressing the skin under my arms. I flinch and giggle.
It tickles. I don’t think anyone has ever touched me there in such an intimate way.
Carl glances down at my face and his sweet smile could light up a thousand cities.
It’s a mix of joy, shyness and happiness.
He then picks up the razor and I can hardly feel the strokes as he runs it under my arm.
He’s shaving me like a porcelain doll who might break.
And I’m totally fine with his gentleness seeing as he’s very soon going to be shaving me somewhere I’d prefer to keep my skin 100% intact.
I watch as Carl hesitates for a moment, his attention caught by my right breast. He’s noticed my new tattoo.
He reads the name at the stem, his eyes flicking to mine knowing I’ve been branded.
I look back at him. We share a conversation with our eyes.
I try to convey that I am happy with it and don’t feel any shame or pain.
He gives me a subtle nod and turns back to his razor and shaving me.
I can feel my body loosen into the experience.
When he is done, he moves to the other side of my body with the bowl of warm water and carefully soaps my left forearm and shaves it before raising my left arm and almost reverently he shaves under my armpit.
Once he’s finished, he moves down the bed and kneels between my feet.
I watch with relaxed eyes, in awe of this man in his light beige trousers that have splotches of water on them now, his light grey t-shirt equally sprinkled with water flecks.
Carl picks up my right foot and lifts it to bend my knee and places my foot back onto the bed.
He then picks up the soap and this time dips it into the bowl and runs his hands and the soap up and down my right calf.
If anyone was watching, like Tom right now, you would think I have been in a relationship with Carl for years because the careful tenderness he is showing me would only be expected of someone who loves me.
Once my calf is sufficiently lathered up to my knee, he puts down the soap and picks up the razor, diligently shaving in overlapping lines to ensure not one hair is missed.
Carl looks like he’s performing an operation that requires the full intensity of his attention.
He soaps up my thigh almost up to my hip and shaves me again in low slow swipes.
In all honesty, I could get used to having someone shave my body like this.
If it weren’t for the full exposure and the voyeur in the corner, I could almost be at a spa right now.
Lowering my right leg, Carl lifts my left foot and begins the whole process again until that leg is completely hairless.
There is only one place left to do. Carl turns his attention to the apex of my legs.
I haven’t seen him take even a glimpse at it until now.
His eyes seem to widen slightly as he takes in my mound, my folds and the four weeks of hair that has grown through.
Usually, I go hairless, so it’s been a challenge to not wax it.
Carl lifts both my feet, one at a time to bend my legs at the knee and place them wider apart than earlier.
I am spread wide and open for him now, my folds parted and ready.
He reaches into the bowl and soaps his hands before gently rubbing at the hair on my mound.
I want him to look up at me, I want to see into his eyes but he doesn’t even blink at me, his sole attention is on rubbing his soapy fingers into my curls before lowering them down each side of my pussy and lower closer to my back hole.
No one has ever shaved me, or even soaped me down there in the way he is doing now.
It feels sensual, a luxurious treatment you might receive and hope you get a massage too, and a happy ending.
I feel blood pumping through my body as my heart rate picks up, it especially starts to pump down to my pussy where I start to feel the building sensation of pleasure trickling through me.
Carl looks happy with his soaping efforts and puts the soap down in place of the razor.
Gently he strokes a line from close to my back hole up over my folds and up across my mound in one slow and steady movement.
His hand has a tiny tremor now which I assume is because of the delicate location he is shaving.
Or maybe he’s excited to be shaving me there.
He works with one hand holding my folds taught and running the razor blade up and down with the other.
It feels like an erotic tease, the slower and longer he takes, the hotter and hornier I feel.
Carl takes in a breath when I know my other tattoo has been revealed.
I watch him take it in, he places the razor down and runs his thumb tentatively over the rose.
It’s completely healed but I know it must be an unusual find for him.
Wondering if he’s shaved many women and ever seen a tattoo there.
Most likely not given his attention to it.
He appears to like it, the corners of his mouth twitching.
He doesn’t say a word and I wonder what is going on in his head.