Last weekend, my neighbor Hannah and I were hanging out on a warm afternoon, watching college basketball and drinking beer while she painted her nails. She lamented that sandals and bikini season was coming and she would like to do her toes, but she was not good at it, and did not want to spend the money for a pedicure. I laughed and told her my ex-wife felt the same way, and somehow she always talked me into doing it for her.
As you might imagine, Hannah’s pleading eyes and bright smile worked, and before I knew it she had spacers between her toes and was handing me a jar of nail polish.
Since it was hot, we were both wearing shorts; I had on a t-shirt, and she had on a tank top that displayed her perky breasts perfectly. Her shorts were loose-fitting running shorts, and as I started to paint the first toe, she shifted a bit, and unless my eyes played a trick on me, she was not wearing any undies. I took a minute to clear my head and focus on the task at hand, and it happened again. I could not believe it, but sure enough, she was flashing me, and I was getting flustered, because Hannah had the gymnast body of her youth, olive colored skin, warm brown eyes, and smile that can melt your heart.
“Sorry”, she said, “this morning I did not know I would be getting a pedicure. I can put on panties if you want.” I assured her it was ok, and eventually finished all ten toes, in bright, shiny white.
As a way to create a little levity, I smiled at her and said she had better get the shave gel and razor out before bikini season, and then gave her a wink.
“Ugh,” groaned Hannah, “shaving all summer is such a drag.” I laughed, and told her my ex felt the same way about this, after which Hannah asked if I helped her with that, too.
“I’ve been shaving since I was 16”, I said, “of course I helped her.” After that, I got up, got us each another beer, and sat next to her on the couch as we watched the game.
After a couple minutes, I turned to her and said that if she was thinking what I was thinking, that yes, I would help her with that too. After a smile and gulp of cold beer, she got up and headed toward her bedroom, and soon came back out with a couple towels, small wash tub, razor, and tube of shave cream. After she set the big towel on the couch, she took off her shorts and sat on the towel.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Hannah, and I assured her I was, and had done it many times. With that, she squeezed some gel into her hand, applied it to her bush (dark hair, but not too dense or course), and worked it into a lather. After she handed me the razor, I set about my work, carefully and slowly shaving her, while trying to hide my erection.
As you know, shaving one’s pubic region requires a lot of contact, and my fingers were in direct contact with her pussy so I could shave close. And as I progressed, there was no doubt Hannah was getting very turned on. Her body language, her flushed neck and face, and the aroma of feminine arousal easily gave it away.
So as I began to finish, I gently, but intently, began to massage her clit. After a couple minutes, her breathing became more labored, her body tightened, and she was squirming a little bit. Another minute went by, she told me twice that she was going to come, and then it happened. She laid her head back against the couch, closed her eyes tightly, and a visible wave washed over her.
With that, I used the small towel to remove any leftover shaving cream, admired the little strip of dark hair above her pussy, took a sip of beer, and turned back to the game.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ts5nqy/a_pedicure_for_hannah