Heather's Story

Chapter Two…Heather Woke Up

Chapter Two

HEATHER WOKE UP because she felt Nick sucking on one n****e while he gentled rubbed her clit. It felt good and pushed aside her need to pee. “Mmm. Feels good.” After another second she sudden sat bolt upright and gasped. “What time is it?”

“Five a.m.,” he told her.

“f**k that’s early. Did we sleep the whole night?”

“Obviously.”

“Oh s**t. I didn’t mean to spend the night with you.” She put her fingers to her temples and rubbed gently. She had a slight headache and dry mouth, probably a mild hangover. “I’m sorry. That sounds insulting.”

“No. It’s fine,” Nick replied. “You just woke up.” He cleared his throat. “But since we’re awake…”

“I’ve got to pee,” she said jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. He got a good look at her ass when she left and the taut muscles she had made him smile. Once she had emptied her bladder, Heather nervously walked back into the room. The courage of last night’s alcohol was gone and she wasn’t sure if what she had done was a smart decision.

“I’ll be right back,” he told her as she walked into the room. The light was dim and she couldn’t see all that much, which was a relief because she didn’t want to have to hide herself behind her hands while she hurriedly dressed. She heard him using the toilet while she scrambled into her clothes. She had managed to put on bra and panties and was in the middle of pulling her skirt into place when he walked back out.

Nick was older than her by at least ten years, probably more, but he was in good shape with just a scattering of hair on his chest, a strong chin, and muscles that moved easily under his skin. She didn’t look at his face or body. Her eyes went right to his c**k when he sauntered out of the bathroom. The metal ring was still dangling from the head and she unconsciously licked her lips.

“Where are you going?” he asked her, a bit surprised.

“I…uh…need to get back to my room, get ready for day two of the conference,” she grinned at him. “I don’t want to get caught in the halls doing the walk of shame.”

“Stay here,” said Nick. “Wait for the hall to get crowded and then you’ll blend in.”

Heather was barely listening. She was still looking at his naked body and thinking about what they could do together. “Yeah…” Her words didn’t indicate agreement; she was just filling in the pause in the conversation.

“Or you could stay here and we could have s*x again.”

Heather dumbly nodded. “Yeah.”

She didn’t resist when he went up to her and kissed her. When his roving hands starting slipping her clothes off her body, she actually helped him. Before she knew it, she was back on the bed, naked, but with her feet on the edge of the mattress and her knees bent up. He knelt on the floor and pressed his face to her p***y. What followed was the most talent bit of c*********s she had ever experienced. Heather wasn’t a fine connoisseur of c*********s, but she could appreciate when a man was talented in the art. Nick was a master. He knew exactly what he was doing and in short order she was clutching at the sheets and trying not to c*m. It was the wrong reaction because when she eventually did climax, it made it that much stronger.

“Oh f**k oh f**k oh f**k,” she found herself saying over and over during her peak. Nick let her roll around with his face in her p***y, his arms wrapped around her thighs, until she was done. “Oh that was good. You’re good.”

“Thank you,” said Nick as he extracted one hair from off his tongue. His c**k was slightly erect. She found she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it and only at that moment she realize what was so different about his equipment. He didn’t have any pubic hair. “I wish you’d shave your p***y, though. I’m not a big fan of hair down there.”

She laughed nervously. “You want me to be hairless like you?”

He idly ran his fingers over his bare skin at the base of his c**k. “That would be good,” he agreed.

“Why do you shave it?” she asked, intrigued. In the heat of the moment last night she hadn’t fully registered that he was hairless, but she—unlike him—had avoided one of the pitfalls of oral s*x: stray pubic hairs.

He looked away nervously before answering. “My wife likes me this way,” he admitted.

His statement gave them both a touch of discomfort. Heather had been pointedly ignoring the wedding band on his left hand. It was one thing to be a little drunk and sleep with a married man. It was another thing entirely to sleep with him when stone, cold sober. And horny.

“And you do what she wants?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t you shave if your husband or boyfriend asked you to?”

Heather hesitated before answering. “I probably would.”

“Do you have a husband or boyfriend ?” he asked her.

“No. Not right now,” she admitted.

“I’d prefer you with a bare pussy.”

That made her laugh nervously. “I bet you would.”

“Are you here until tomorrow for the conference?” he asked.

“Yes.” The truth made her nervous because she sensed where he was going.

“Stay there,” he said. “I’m going to shave you.”

“No, that’s not necessary,” she called after him as he disappeared back into the bathroom. She didn’t get up or think of anything to say to stop him. Water ran in the bathroom and a minute later he reemerged from through the doorway carrying a can of shaving cream, his razor, and a wet washcloth. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” she told him.

“You ever go completely bald before?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then how do you know you won’t like it? Lay back.”

With a frustrated sigh, she did as he asked and he laid the warm, wet washcloth on the small triangle of her dark brown pubic hair.

“I don’t want to be cut or nicked,” she said. It was the only thing she could think of to protest what he was doing. In the back of her head she knew she could have simply said no, stood up, and walked out, but she didn’t.

“I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing.”

What followed was oddly intimate and scary at the same time. The washcloth wet her curls, which she had always kept trimmed to a reasonable length, and then he applied a generous amount of shaving cream. When the razor touched her skin, she shivered as he scraped away the first hairs.

“Hold still,” he told her.

“Sorry.”

“I’m going to fill the ice bucket with water. It’ll make this easier.”

He disappeared for a minute and she lay there, not knowing what to do, until he returned with the ice bucket full of warm water. From there it went quickly. He carefully shaved away her sparse amount of pubic hair. It wasn’t like she was particularly proud of her bush, but to lose it entirely on a whim was not within her normal personality. Plus it made her feel like either a porn actress or an immature girl, she wasn’t sure which. It was with a practiced hand that he dragged the razor over her skin. Nick had certainly done this before. He knew exactly how to move her legs and position her body so he could get the razor in to her most intimate areas, right along her labia and around the dimple where her c******s hid. After a while she relaxed when she realized he knew exactly what he was doing.

Heather wondered how low and how aggressive he would be. She had tried waxing her bikini line a few times around summer, but hadn’t particularly liked the process. Shaving might be a temporary solution, but she found being treated this way—by a man, a lover—was far superior to going to a salon to have a stranger, a woman, do it for money. Before long Nick announced, “All done. You look beautiful.”

He wiped away the remaining bits of shaving cream from her mons and planted a little kiss on the ridge of bone above her slit. Looking down, the view that Heather took in was one of a barren landscape, like she had suddenly had a reversal of puberty. “I look ridiculous,” she announced.

“Is that a new word for sexy?” Nick asked. “You can see every bit of your p***y now. Very revealing. Very sexy.”

“I feel weird.”

“Can I have s*x with you again?” he asked standing up. Nick was still naked and his c**k was now erect. It wasn’t quiet as big as she remembered, but it was still an impressive display of manhood.

“Um…sure.” That’s what the whole purpose of shaving her was for, she knew. He wanted to f**k her bare.

“Let me get you ready first.”

Heather moved back from the edge of the bed, anticipating that he would go down on her again. “Sure.” Instead he turned around and started rooting through his travel bag. He grabbed a small bottle, squeezed the contents into his hand, and approached Heather. The rubbing of the lotion on her shaved mound wasn’t unexpected.

“Moisturizer and soothing lotion,” he explained. “So you don’t get razor burn.”

“Not lube?” she asked.

He grinned up at her. “Judging from last night, I didn’t think you needed lube.”

The lotion felt nice, especially when he applied it. When it was sufficiently rubbed in, he climbed on top of Heather. She reached down and grabbed his c**k, guiding him insider. The moment he entered her and started thrusting, she realized that being completely hairless was like a new s****l experience. It was like she didn’t know her own p***y. “Oh, that’s good.”

“I know,” he grunted back at her.

Then rutted together for a few minutes. Getting f****d by a married man with a pierced c**k who had just shaved her p***y was the dirtiest thing that Heather had ever done in her life. She wasn’t surprised when she blurted out, “I want you to f**k me again tonight!”

He locked eyes with her and said. “You’re going to be my girlfriend for the rest of the conference.”

It was a twisted proposal. He was married and she wasn’t the type of woman who slept with married men, let alone have a relationship with one where her called her his girlfriend. “Okay, yes,” she quickly agreed as she came again. It wasn’t the powerful orgasm she loved to have when being f****d from behind, but it was still good. The way he flooded her p***y with his c*m made her wonder if all the men she had slept with up to this point in her life were somehow defective and didn’t produce enough semen.

Afterwards they showered together. He carefully inspected her naked p***y and removed a few stray hairs he had missed during the initial shave. She watched as he turned the razor on himself and removed the bits of stubble on his balls and above his c**k. It was an efficient process and when he was done she touched his once more smooth skin. When he asked her to put the lotion on him, she immediately said yes. Handling his large c**k topped with the metal ring was pure pleasure to her.

He dressed in a new set of clothes for the day, but she only had the skirt and blouse from last night, plus her dirty bra and panties.

“Ugh. I hate putting on old panties after a shower.”

“Just put on your skirt and shirt,” he suggested. “We’ll go upstairs to your room and you can change your clothes.”

“You don’t have to go to my room with me.”

He nodded eagerly. “Yes I do.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Fine.” She went to stuff her bra and panties in her purse, but he snatched them away from her.

“I’m keeping these.”

“What?” She was confused.

“Souvenir.”

“But…they’re my panties and bra!” Already she felt like a slut for not having any undergarments beneath her blouse and skirt, now he was pushing that limit as well.

“If you’re good, I’ll give them back to you tomorrow morning.”

Even with their morning activities, they were some of the first people awake in the hotel. Heather didn’t exactly run, but she walked very quickly through the halls to her room, accompanied by Nick. He held onto her elbow and she felt very naughty walking around without underwear.

Once back in her room, she stripped off her clothes and grabbed the next set in her suitcase. But Nick pulled her panties away from her. “I don’t think you’ll need these today,” he told her. “You’re sexier without them.”

She looked at the pretty yellow silk panties she had carefully chosen for her trip. Heather was torn between doing what her new temporary boyfriend asked and behaving like the good girl that she was.

“Good girls wear proper underwear out in public,” she told him trying to keep the grin off her face.

He tossed her the yellow matching bra. “You can wear the bra. Your t**s are big enough to need it. But no panties. You aren’t a good girl.” He waited to see what she would do.

Calling his bluff, or at least pretending to have more courage than she felt, Heather quickly slung the bra around her torso and positioned everything into place. For the second day of the trip Heather had planned on a comfortable skirt and shirt combo, but never imagined she’d be going commando underneath the skirt. She was the sort of woman who wasn’t all that comfortable wearing a thong even on a date or going out to a club, but here she was suddenly attending a business conference sans underwear.

Slipping on her shoes she inclined her head at him, pausing at the door to the hallway. “Coming to breakfast?” she asked. Before he could answer she started to open the door. Moving quickly Nick got up behind her and pressed his hand against hard wood, closing it once more. With his other hand he reached up underneath her skirt and exposed her bare ass, running his hand over her smooth skin.

“I’m going to check you several times today,” he informed her. “And I’m going to make sure you don’t slip on any panties.” He pinned her against the door and continued to rub her ass. “Are you going to follow my orders?”

It was so easy to give in to him. “Yes.”

His hand went lower, sliding into her cleft, reaching forward until his fingers were stroking her already inflamed labia. She didn’t resist. She opened up her legs to give him easier access.

“You like this?”

“Uh-huh.”

His fingers went inside and his thumb pressed against her anus. Instinctively she resisted but eventually his thumb slipped in up to the first knuckle. He was supporting her weight, palm up, with his fingers rubbing her clit.

“Want to c*m?”

“Yeah.”

He rubbed her harder and faster. Being violated by his thumb made it difficult for her to concentrate on cumming and it was then she realized that this wasn’t about pleasure, this was about him controlling her. He was going to make her c*m and she had no choice in the matter. The way Nick had her pinned wasn’t exactly doggy style, but it was close enough. She let go and came on his hand. She cried a little, tears running out of the corners of her eyes as she came.

He took his hand away and went into the bathroom to wash up. She followed him, grabbing a washcloth to wipe her inner thighs and p***y. He grabbed the cloth away from her. “I’ll do that,” he said. “I don’t want you too clean. I want your scent in the air so everyone around can tell what you’ve been up to.”

She meekly nodded and looked at herself in the mirror. Heather fixed her hair and grabbed her makeup kit off the counter. She adjusted her makeup while Nick carefully dabbed at the moisture on her legs and p***y. He removed some of it, but not all. She felt used.

It was terrible, but she liked the way it felt to be used.

“Ready?” he asked her.

“You make me feel dirty,” she told him.

“And do you like that?”

She didn’t answer him, but just gave him a smile as they went out the door.