My First Bare Surrender: Shaved Skin and Ice in the Heat of Forbidden Lust
David’s house. Heatwave scorches the air, 35 degrees. I pull up, heart hammering. First time I’ve shaved everything bare for him. Cream depilatory burned a bit between my lips—rushed rinse, no marks left. Smooth. Tender. My pussy stares back in the mirror, beautiful, naked mound of Venus. Never seen it like this. Pulse quickens.
Short cotton dress clings, no bra, generous tits peek at the neckline. Tiny panties rub my fresh smoothness—electric tingles shoot up. Perfume drop. Drive short, sweat beads. There he is on the terrace, shirtless in shorts. Broad shoulders, muscled legs, hairy chest. Belly flutters. Joy surges. Miss him too much.
The Approach: Nervous Anticipation and No Turning Back
Chat about plants, sun bites. Inside at last. Alone. Crush into his arms. His heat, strength. Lips crash. Tongues tangle deep, probing palate. Lips trail to ears—sucks lobes. Shivers ripple scalp. Legs wobble already.
Hands slide straps down. Dress pools. Heavy breasts free, pale rounds. He kneads, pinches nipples hard—like milking. I giggle. Fingers down hips, panties drop. Traces my slit. So wet already. I arch, grind on his touch. Body begs.
My hands dive into his shorts—no boxers. Cock hard, head poking. Yank down. Grip ass cheeks, nails graze firm flesh. He trembles. Stroke shaft, cup full balls, roll them. Pump slow.
He scoops me up. Carries to bed. Spreads legs wide. Stares at my bald pussy. Shame flushes—I clamp thighs. ‘Open for me,’ he says. Pink folds exposed, smooth. ‘Beautiful.’ He parts lips, licks clean skin. Kisses me with my taste. Blindfold ties—silk darkness.
‘Wait here. Something cool, delicious.’ Trust him. But nerves jitter. Blind since childhood games. Heart races. Unknown thrills.
He returns. Bed dips. Fingers ghost skin—neck to toes. Goosebumps erupt. Cold hits tits—ice cube trails. Nipples diamond-hard. Moans escape. Circles breasts, belly. Neck, lips—last bit in my mouth. Suck, swallow. Exquisite relief.
The Instant: Raw Discovery and Exploding Sensations
New cube. Belly swirls, navel dip. Hips, then mound. Trembles rack me. Cries bubble. ‘Don’t move. Feel.’ Ice massages slit, circles clit hood. Buck wild. Water mixes my flood. Fire and frost.
Shoves remnant ice deep inside. Gasp! Shock. Cold numbs walls. Skin prickles hot, blood rushes. No pain—just strange sleep in my core.
Blindfold off. Mischief in his eyes. Kisses eyes, mouth, neck, tits. Slams in sudden. Warm cock thaws me. Burn spreads, delicious. Pushes deep. Legs hook his neck—deeper. Thrusts pound faster. Devours tongue. Owned. Climax crashes—I claw, pussy erupts volcanic. Balls slap. He roars, floods hot. Cloud bliss. Smile dumb.
Collapse together. Sweat-slick, sated. Nap entwined. Wake thirsty, flushed cheeks betray. He teases—loves my visible fire. Shower calls. Cool water soothes.
Soap hands dance. Mine finds his hardening cock. Stroke, palm glans like ripe berry. Kneel, suck. Salty tang. Swallow every drop till soft.
Dress reluctant. Wife due. Part aching. Car seat, blues hit. Innocence shattered—bare, chilled, claimed. New horizons. Joy rebounds. Till next.
