Continued from [Deal with it](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ayrcwd/deal_with_it_part_9_of_the_carmen_adventures/)
The clock in the hall chimed eleven. Carmen’s fist pumped eleven times then stopped as each hour rang. By eight, I was breathing rapidly and my belly began to convulse. I made it all the way to eleven, but a large tear of precum was beginning to weep. She firmly squeezed and held my cock with both hands. She licked the tip and looked up at me with a semi-satisfied smile that said ‘I am happy for now, but I’m not done here.’
Meanwhile, Shannon vigorously rammed the first two fingers of her right hand into Sabine’s hot channel. She withdrew them covered in a white, sticky slurry that I had deposited an hour ago. She held it up to show what she had found and checked Carmen’s and my eyes as though she were a kitten showing off a found mouse. She began to bring it to her lips and we both nodded our approval. She tipped them downward over her waiting tongue and crossed her eyes as she watched it drip from her fingertips, then plop. She swallowed then inserted them fully to clean them off.
“God, you’re good,” Sabine said, as she leaned forward and kissed Shannon.
“Yep.” Shannon leaned over, kissed Carmen and stood. After she bent forward and kissed me, she pulled the string on her bottoms with a dramatic flair and let them fall to the floor. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip that pointed to her swollen red lips.
“Let’s go outside. The champagne is chilled, the spa is hot, and all the bubbles are amazing.” She pulled Sabine to her feet. I helped Carmen up and our horny foursome walked arm-in-arm and arm-in-arm out to the penthouse patio.
It took a minute for my eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. The patio was L-shaped, framed in hedges that are potted to allow seasonal changes in foliage. The north view overlooked the canopy of trees that is Central Park. At this hour there is nothing to see but blackness. To the east, you could look down onto the residences of the upper east side along Park Avenue.
Bringing my focus in, I could see several seating areas in the rose and blue light of the gas heaters. To our left was a wet bar and two high-top bistro tables among about a dozen stools. Straight ahead were cushioned wicker chairs and love seats enough to accommodate eight, maybe ten. To the right was the spa and a Cabana and further on and barely visible, though I imagine it is only 30 feet away, was a spiral staircase that led up to another balcony and I assume the bedrooms.
Shannon broke left and went to the bar where she poured some champagne. Still at my elbows, Sabine and Carmen walked me toward the spa. We looked into the bubbling hot tub together and tested the water temperature. After a brief bit of playful splashing, they took my arms and pulled me backward and plopped me into a chaise longue. They propped my feet and settled themselves into the large pillows on either side just as Shannon arrived with 4 bubbling flutes.
We toasted. “To beautiful, sensual women,” I said.
Sabine added, “To an adventurous, capable man, may this be just our beginning.”
We clinked glasses and sipped the sweet nectar of *Ile de France*.
Sabine and Shannon took opposite sides at the foot of the chaise and began kissing and fondling each other. Carmen plumped a deep cushion and sat facing me at my waist.
She reached back and tickled my right thigh near my knee. She drew her fingertips up my body in long lines and slow circles taking care to avoid my hypersensitive cock for the moment. She drew them across my lower belly. When I flinched, she laughed, “Oops, sorry, sweetie.”
She leaned forward and kissed and tongued my nipples, which were quite hard from the near-midnight chill. The cool air was mostly pleasant, yet persistent despite the gas heaters nearby. She pressed her hands harder and combed my chest hair between her fingers as she lightly bit the tight skin.
Shannon and Sabine began running their hands and mouths over the lower part of my body, occasionally pinching and lightly pulling the hair. I have never been attended to or pampered like this. It was an amazing interlude.
Sabine noticed I had finished my drink and leaned my head back with my eyes closed. “ *Bon!* Bottoms up, girls. Shannon, my dear, would you get that tray for me?”
Shannon and Sabine both got up from their cushions and kissed. Shannon again went to the bar as Sabine watched. “What a great ass she has,” she said, stepping over my feet and positioning herself over my lap.
I heard clanking and rattling off to my left. Apparently, there were quite a few items needed. Perhaps a cocktail with fresh ingredients was in order. Sabine had lowered herself onto me and started gliding up and down the length of my shaft. Her lips were wet and warm.
Carmen moved behind me. She leaned over me and let her breasts fall on either side of my head as she continued playing with my chest hair, combing down with her fingertips and raking back with her nails. Occasionally, she would tickle my arms on the way up or down and lean in to tongue-kiss Sabine.
“All set,” Shannon said as she returned from her errand. There was a clank and scrabbling sound to my left. I opened my eyes and saw one of the barstools near my waist easily within Sabine’s reach. The tray had about a dozen items on it. The tallest was a streaming kettle. There were two shorter cups with wooden handles protruding–maybe mortar and pestles for muddling mint. Shorter still were items that rattled as they slid when she set down the tray, possibly some silverware. The puzzling thing was the noticeable lack of glassware.
“Thank you, my dear.” Sabine offered her lips and Shannon kissed them as she caressed her face. “Would you pour for us, Shannon?”
She took the kettle and tipped it over each cup. The steam split into two then three. She handed one cup to Carmen and the other to Sabine and they began stirring then whipping the contents of their cups. The scent of spices and menthol began to emerge as a frothy lather developed. It was old-fashioned shaving soap.
Carmen took her brush and laid a dollop on my cheek by my left ear. She drew an arc down my jawline to my chin. Sabine dotted my nipples and started drawing circles. Beside me, I heard the ‘r-r-r-rip’ of *Velcro*.
Shannon took my right hand off the chair by my side and gently pulled it down to the chair leg. She secured it in the strap, refastening the *Velcro*. I opened my eyes with some alarm. She kissed my right cheek and whispered, “Just relax, Sweetie, this is for your safety.”
Shannon then strapped my left wrist and secured my ankles while Carmen and Sabine finished applying the shaving soap. I heard rattling from the tray again. The silverware was actually a pair of straight razors.
Carmen tested the edge of her razor on her forearm, “Good job honing Shannon, this is perfect. Now just close your eyes and relax, Eugene, you are about to get the best shave of your life.”
She turned my head, wiped off all but a thin glaze and drew the blade along my left cheek in short, smooth strokes. When she finished my cheek, she rinsed the razor in a bowl of water then tested her work with the back of her fingers. “Ohhhhh yeahhhh!”
She repeated on my right cheek then carefully shaved my neck and around my lips and nose. She replaced the razor on the tray and took a small towel to the hot tub to wet it. She returned and carefully wiped my face and neck.
Shannon helped Sabine by smearing the white foam all over my torso then took Carmen’s razor. On either side of me, they efficiently shaved my chest, starting from the path Carmen shaved on the plane this morning. This was not play, they are strictly business making my chest as bare as a desert.
Carmen caressed my face, blowing and lightly brushing my cheeks with her lips, then she took the towel back to the spa to rewarm it. She dropped it on my pubic area. Full of warm water, the ‘splat’ caused me to flinch. Shannon and Sabine pressed my chest, holding me against the chair as they laughed and resumed shaving below my ribcage. “Good thing we restrained you, dangerous implements, these straight razors. Try to keep still, we will be done soon.”
Carmen whipped up some more shaving soap, again releasing the fragrant steam as she built the foam. She straddled the lounge at my knees and tossed the towel up on my chest so Shannon could wipe off the soap remains. Steaming brush in hand, she applied a generous amount to my scrotum and brushed up to the head of my cock. Then she plopped two more piles on either side of the shaft then she started massaging the foam into my balls and pubes.
Sabine straddled my belly, showing me her graceful back while Shannon began rubbing warm oil into my pecs. There was so much action I wasn’t sure what sensation to pay attention to. Sabine wrapped both hands around my penis and pressed her thumbs just above my balls and drew them upward toward her. She twisted both ways and released when she reached the end.
She reached down again, this time gathering my balls and pulling them up. “Hand me that other razor, please, Carmen,” she said. Carmen obliged and quickly rubbed the foam all over my perineum.
“Oopsy,” she giggled as she surreptitiously slipped a finger in my asshole causing me to gasp.
“Behave, Carmen,” Sabine scolded. “I’m in the midst of a delicate operation here, not some crude castration.” They all laughed again.
Sabine shaved between my legs then squeezed my balls to one side of my scrotum then the other to make an easy balloon to shave. “You are a good student, Sabine,” Shannon said, “let me get that tricky part on the sides, OK?”
“Just a moment, I need to test something,” Sabine said. She put her thumbs tip-to-tip and flattened her hands against my belly and leaned forward pushing them with her thumbs between my belly and cock. She let her fingers pass on either side of my sac and let her fingers meet behind. She squeezed her hands together as if choking someone, which caused everything to tighten and stand out: purple, engorged, and smooth.
Then she pushed herself back along my freshly oiled torso. I could feel the heat of her wet pussy climbing my chest. “Oh, God, that feels like heaven. Let me test that beard, now.” She pushed further and let her thighs graze my cheeks until our lips met.
“Go ahead, ride him, the last shaving can wait,” Shannon said.
“I will. It can. I can’t.” She continued her stranglehold as she began rocking herself on my mouth. She tasted divine. I nearly drowned trying to keep up with her hot flow.
Meanwhile, Carmen poured some of the warm oil along my shaft and over my balls. She massaged my balls with her right hand and firmly stroked me, pulling only and releasing before she reached the corona. She pulled again and again and again. The head was swelling, throbbing, and bright violet. She squeezed harder and pulled slower.
“Ease up, Carm. I don’t want him to pop yet,” Shannon said. “You two promised me I could have his next one.”
“But I haven’t cum yet,” Sabine said, please don’t make me stop now, I’m so close.“
“You can keep riding him if you’ll sit up and give me room to finish down there. Go keep her out of my way, Carm.”
Carmen loosened her grip and gently pried Sabine’s hands away. She took some of the oil and rubbed it up Sabine’s arms and chest. She pushed her upright and massaged and kissed her as Sabine pressed down more firmly on my mouth. She bucked more feverishly against me as Carmen worked oil into her tiny tits and teased her rock-hard nipples with her fingernails.
Shannon quickly freshened the lather and shaved what was left of my pubic hair. After she toweled me clean, she undid the restraints from my ankles and moistened my shaft again with her mouth before she stepped across the chair and started lowering herself onto my swollen cock. My God, she’s tight.
She took me in ever so slowly. She could see how I was so mentally engaged in fucking Sabine with my mouth. I could probably cum from that experience alone, but I have three women straddling me. Carmen and Sabine are kissing and fondling each other as Sabine nears release. Shannon’s tight pussy is clamped firmly around me, keeping me calm for our eventual explosion. I feel her fingers moving at the base of my cock where she’s working her clit to get herself close.
“Oh my God, Carmen, you were right about his tongue, unh. I. I. Oh, fuck!” Sabine yelled. She leaned forward and hugged Carmen as she jammed herself more fiercely onto my mouth.
As Sabine began to release, Shannon exclaimed, “Oh, yeah. Here we go.” She put her hands on Carmen’s hips and raised herself to start the thrusting. She hammered down and rolled her hips to grind her clit into my pubic bone. She rocked a few times then raised and hammered again.
With all three of them writhing on me, I can’t help spasming and trembling as I explode in what seems like a full-body orgasm. Then suddenly, everything stopped.
I don’t know how long they all stayed astride me, leaning into and hugging each other, but after a few minutes of stillness, the evaporation started to chill us.
“*Merde*, it’s cold out here. Come with me into the spa, my loves,” Sabine whispered. I felt the blast of cold air on my cheeks as her thighs moved away. She pushed herself off and bent forward to kiss me. “Mmm, I taste good, eh Eugene?”
She stepped toward the spa and reached her hands toward the other girls. “Come on, let’s go, girls!” She said, as she gave a small twist to their right nipples, one with each hand.
Carmen let out a little squeal and quickly alit to my other side. They helped Shannon off then freed my hands and pulled me up. The four of us fell into a tight group hug, which we held for a long minute as we savored something that I imagine few experience. It was new and fun and kinky and, “*je ne sais pas quoi*.”
Sabine grabbed my semi-rigid cock and pulled it as she broke the hug and leaned toward the hot tub. “Come on, we promised Eugene girls in a rooftop spa.”
I kissed each of them then lifted them one-by-one by the waist and set them on the edge of the hot tub. Carmen and Shannon grabbed my hands and steadied me as I climbed the steps then slipped into the steaming, roiling pool.
We scooted together. Sabine and I were in the middle. Shannon sat on Sabine’s other side while I had Carmen. The three of them ran their hands over the smoothness that was my freshly shaved chest and pubic area as we variously kissed and fondled one another.
Finally, the hour and excitement faded into the blackness of the early morning. Heads rested on shoulders and we may have dozed. I became alert as the timer for the spa clicked off and the jets stopped leaving us in near silence.
Finally, Sabine said, “Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted.”
Shannon took the hint and fetched warm towels from a box by the cabana. She wrapped herself first then had one for each of us as we emerged from the warm water.
Sabine took my hand and led me toward the staircase at the corner of the balcony. Shannon and Carmen followed close behind.
From the first step, Sabine looked back at us and said, “We are going to have such fun conquering Europe together, I know it. All four of us, I just know it.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/az81ur/close_shave_part_10_and_conclusion_of_the_carmen