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Film at 11 1/2 (mf shaving)
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FILM AT ELEVEN part 1 of 2
by Sue
The young couple that I had observed and then met this afternoon (see my
story "On the Dock") have invited me over to their cabin for dinner. So I
have cleaned up and dressed in a simple but enticing outfit: a thin white
leotard with a long white skirt. It's warm enough to be barefoot. I've
brought along a nice bottle of Chardonnay, and I'm a little bit on edge. I
guess it's knowing that something wild will undoubtedly happen this evening,
but what? With who? Mmmm, I know that it will be exciting, but these two
people are so athletically young, so finely sculpted, so open and
enthusiastic. Will I be "good" enough and young enough to keep up?
Nervousness aside, I am also anxious to see what happens, so I quickly walk
down to the dock, and step into the water, lifting the hem of my dress to
keep it dry. I wade along the rocky shoreline and step up onto their dock,
then up the path to their cabin. I've never walked over here from my cabin.
It is a gorgeous place, in an elegant log-cabin style with a wrap-around
screened-in porch and wide steps leading up to the door. As I approach the
door, I can see a fire burning in the huge field-stone fireplace, and framed
by the yellow glow of the flames, there they are, embracing in an intimate
and beautiful way. My footsteps on the porch warn them of my arrival, and
they unwrap themselves from each other in an unhurried way and come over to
the door to welcome me. I give Nina and Bart each warm but innocent hugs.
Bart goes inside to open and pour the wine, while Nina and I stand looking
out towards the lake and the fiery hues of the sunset. We are standing very
close together, side by side, and after a few moments our shoulders are
touching. It's a tender moment of silent sharing of the spectacular radiance,
which is broken by her whispering a few words, so quietly that I have to ask
her to repeat herself. A bit louder, she says that they have a favor that
they would like me to help them with after dinner.
I ask what it is, and she says that they got a special thrill out of having
me watch them make love this afternoon, and that they now think that I am the
perfect person to help them with a project that they have been fantasizing
about for a while. Of course I'll help, I say, thinking that they are hoping
for a menage-a-trois, which would be more than fine with me.
But that is not exactly what Nina and Bart have in mind. They have a new
video camera that they would like to use to record themselves fucking. (She
is so matter-of-fact about using that word. It is certainly not a dirty word
in her vocabulary!) Anyway, they are hoping that I will be the camera person.
But I don't know anything about using that kind of equipment, I tell her...
and in the back of my mind, I am feeling a bit disappointed, because being
the archivist of their coupling seems very passive and cold, compared to
being actively involved in the sex.
She tells me that the camera is incredibly easy to use, just point and shoot.
It is auto focus, auto everything, it does really good closeups, it has a
light on the top of it. So I don't have to do anything but turn it on, look
through the viewfinder, maybe use the zoom a little, and film whatever I like
to look at while the two of them are fucking. And she tells me that she
thinks that I'll enjoy it, and that they would really appreciate my help.
There is something irresistibly likable and candid about Nina and the way she
makes this request of me, and despite my hesitation, I say yes, that I'll do
my best to assist them. With that she gives me another hug. She's a few
inches shorter than me, and the way that her head nestles in the crook of my
neck feels kind of motherly. After all, I am about 15 years her senior. Our
affectionate embrace is interrupted by Bart's reappearance with three glass
of the wine. As we all sip the wine and watch the last tendrils of color slip
from the sky, Nina tells Bart that I have agreed to help them. Bart is even
more appreciative than was Nina, and he gives me a hug that is not nearly as
familial. He is so lean and muscular, and his straight blond hair smell
smells clean and fresh. His hot breath flows by my ear in a way that makes me
tingle a little. His hands start a massage of my back, kneading my shoulders,
then working down my spine to my waist. I feel Nina press her body up behind
me, her breathing in my other ear. One of her hands plays through my hair,
and the fingers of the other trace circles around my cheek and face. I grasp
my arms around Bart's neck and let the simple tactile pleasures of this
moment wash over me. It is sexual and innocent at the same time. I hadn't
realized that I was tense, but now I can feel the tension flowing out of me
like sand through an hour-glass. I am supported by the voluptuous moment, and
whatever reservations or disappointment I felt at hearing their proposal is
completely dissipated. I would do anything for them right now.
The moment is broken by a growling sound, and in the tangle of our interwoven
bodies, no one of can tell whose stomach is gurgling. But it is obviously
time for dinner, so that we will be ready for the rest of the evening.
I appreciate Nina's foresight in preparing a light dinner. An incredible
Caesar salad, piled high with crisp leaf lettuce and even a sprinkling of
lobster meat. This is just the right kind of meal that won't make us feel
bloated and heavy. During the meal, I learn more about the two of them. They
are both yoga instructors at a center in New York. That fits in with their
healthy, vibrant appearance and attitude. Maybe I should take up yoga. There
is so much to admire in these two gorgeous people.
At the end of the meal, Nina clears the table and Bart get's out the camera.
I am surprised how easy this thing is to operate. It only weighs a couple of
pounds, and it fits easily in one hand. It is hardly any bigger than a fat
paperback book, with a little light stuck onto the top of it. A thin cord
trails from the back of the camera, so that it can be plugged in. I guess
that this means that we will not be restricted by battery life. The color
viewfinder is large enough for me to see the picture clearly. This should be
easy. Somehow, I had expected tripods, big lights, and so on. That would have
been obtrusive, and would could only have distracted from the spontaneity of
the moment. This little video camera will hardly be noticed. Now I am looking
forward to this. My fear of technology is replaced by a newfound confidence
in the user-friendliness of this little camera. After all, I got over my
apprehension about computers, didn't I?
Now we are all back together in the living room. I ask what they propose for
how to get started, and Nina says that before I start filming, she'd like to
shave her cunt and also Bart's crotch. They'd like to look their best for
this event that they will be re-watching for years to come. That's OK with
me, and in fact, I've never shaved myself, and I wouldn't know really how to
do it. I want to video this part too.... Maybe this will be a series on
educational TV.
Nina leaves the living room for a few minutes to get her shaving supplies,
and Bart throws several more large logs onto the fire, setting up a really
big blaze that lights the room in a warm golden glow. And the air is getting
warm too, both with the heat from the fire as well as the heat that is
building up inside me. It was an hour ago that the idea of filming the two of
them first came up, and notion is growing on me more and more. I know that
the crotch of my leotard is getting moist, and it seems to keep creeping up
between my labia. Bart takes off his shirt, and I decide that I'll be more
comfortable without this long dress. Whatever small sense of modesty that I
still cling to will be satisfied by my leotard, although it is so tight and
sheer that my arousal will be apparent right through the material. Not that
they haven't seen me aroused before!
Nina returns with a thick terrycloth beach towel that she spreads on the
overstuffed armless couch... I guess it's called an ottoman. Bart has pulled
it up near the fireplace. Nina has changed into a short silk robe, and she
now removes this. As she lays herself down on the couch and settles into a
comfortable position, I turn on the camera. The light helps to illuminate the
shadowy areas, but the warm golden color from the fireplace is still evident.
I start at Nina's face, and then pan down her body until I reach her cunt.
She spreads her legs so that her feet fall to either side of the couch, and
her hairless cunt opens up and reveals it's not-so-secret interior folds and
dampness. I lean over closer, so that the image in the camera is filled
entirely by her cunt area. Getting this close, I can see why she wants to
shave. There is just a hint of blond stubble. Her finger suddenly intrudes
into the picture, and She gently pushes and probes with it, pulling her labia
open even more, so that the slick pinkness of her inner lips, and the dark,
ragged opening of her vagina, all become momentarily visible. When her finger
withdraws, I see a splash of liquid appear. Holding the camera in place, I
pull my eye away from the viewfinder so that I can see what is happening more
fully. Bart has a pump bottle of some kind of clear baby oil, and he is
drenching Nina's cunt with it. Then he picks up a small disposable razor and
approaches her.
With my eye back to the camera, I watch him methodically rake the blade of
the razor over her skin. He starts on her belly and swipes it downwards over
her mons, making parallel cuts, almost as if he was mowing the lawn. The
thick sheen of oil is removed by each cut, and so is the barely visible
stubble. He leaves behind a lightly oiled and smooth surface that is just a
bit pinker than the surrounding flesh. Now he asks Nina to spread her thighs
wider, and she pulls her legs outward and grasps her knees. Her thighs are
sticking straight out from her hips. I guess that all of her yoga training
makes her more flexible. I step around inside of her leg on the opposite side
of the couch from Bart, and as I do, I pull the camera further back so that I
can see all of Nina's body spread out below me. Her light brown hair is
spread out all around her head like an aura, and it reminds me a bit of a
famous Marilyn Monroe picture. She has a blissful, serene look on her face.
In another person, this wide-spread layout would look totally lewd and even
pornographic. But on Nina, the look is mainly the look of healthy
all-american girl-next-door. Just like her way of saying the word "fuck"
doesn't' come across as being dirty, her unselfconsciousness about being
naked and totally exposed seems natural and normal.
Now I am zooming back down to her crotch, and I see the razor has started
stripping the oil and stubble from her outer labia. In the process, the folds
of her skin is pushed all around, and Bart is being very careful to not go
too far into the tender flesh of her inner cunt. When he is finished with
this area, he even starts to shave around her asshole, although I can't see
much stubble for him to remove. I think this must tickle her a little,
because the muscles in her inner thighs twitch from time to time, and her
asshole clenches and loosens in a kind of rhythmic way. The opening to her
rectum is so wonderfully shaped, not ragged and hard looking. It is soft and
round and supple. Mostly assholes say "forbidden and dirty" to me in loud
shouts. But Nina's is not like that at all. The words that come to mind are
"lush and enticing and clean."
And that beauty extends to her entire cunt. As Gary rubs away the remaining
baby oil, I move around so that I am right at the foot of the couch, aiming
directly up through her cunt. When the towel is removed, the view is
terrific. I am not accustomed to seeing a clean-shaven cunt, nor have I seen
any cunt (even my own) this close up and well lit. The surrounding skin is
smooth as silk, without any blemish or bump. I am surprised by the uniform
color of her outer lips. I had expected them to be darker than the
surrounding flesh. And even more unusual and breathtaking are her inner
labia. They are tiny flaps of skin that are a dark purple in color, and they
are perfectly symmetrical and laid outwards like the flower petals of a Sweet
Pea. Between these inner lips is the opening to her vagina, and there I see
the folds and ragged edges inside. Just above her vagina is a very small
twist of flesh that hides her pisshole, and then above that is a ridge of
flesh that holds her clitoris. I zoom in as close as the camera allows, and I
can see how the ridge slope down gradually toward her tummy, and mush more
steeply to the sides. At the lower end of the ridge, the end closest to me,
the ridge ends in a kind of cliff, interrupted by the smooth and shiny round
boulder that is her clitoris. All of the other parts are flesh colored and
flushed pink, but her clitoris is pale, almost white. Again, as in every
other part of this incredible woman's body, I can only think of how perfectly
sculpted she is.
Now that she has been shaved, it is Bart's turn. Nina stands up and kneels in
front of him, right in front of the blazing fire. We are all very warm, and a
light sheen of sweat reflects the flames across their skin. Reaching up to
the waist of his elastic waist cotton pants, she pulls them down gradually.
When his cock is revealed, I am surprised that it is not completely hard. But
it is big, even in repose as it lies down onto his thighs, slightly crooked
over to the right side. And he is not circumcised! How unusual. When I saw
him this afternoon, I hadn't realized that, since I was 40 feet away, and he
was so erect that maybe the skin was pulled back naturally. Here I can see
the skin covering the entire head. Actually, just a bit of the head is
peaking out from the crinkled lips at the edge of his foreskin, which is
longer on underside. The thick ridge at the base of the crown of the head is
evident under the skin, and purplish veins stand up from the surface of the
entire length.
In addition to his being uncircumcised the fact that he too is shaved is a
feast for my curious eyes. And as I continue to view him through the camera,
he steps out of his pants, and Nina lifts his heavy cock in her fingertips,
and brings her lips to the tip. Her tongue snakes out from between her lips
and flicks at the small patch of unhooded glans. Then her tongue becomes more
pointed, and it starts to burrow under the foreskin. Again I zoom in close,
and from my vantage point above and to the side, I can see the tip of her
tongue within the sheath of skin her probing begins randomly, but then she
starts going around and around the head,still under the foreskin. Her long
red-painted finger nails start raking lightly over the rest of his cock.
It comes as no surprise to me that Bart's cock is getting bigger and thicker.
It was big enough in it's flaccid state. Now it is becoming more stiff, and
for a moment, Nina pulls her hands and tongue away. His cock is jutting
straight outwards, and the foreskin now covers only a half inch of the head,
hiding only the flange around the edge. Nina again kisses the tip, and laps
lightly upwards over the pisshole. Then her lips close over the end of his
cock, and she starts pushing her face forwards incrementally and slowly. When
her lips reach the edge of his foreskin, she just pushes it back with her
lips, and eventually the bunch of skin slides under her lips and into her
tightly pursed lips. further and further she goes, drawing his cock deeper
into her eager mouth. her eyes are locked on his, and her hands reach around
Bart and grasp his ass cheeks. I can't really tell whether she is pulling him
into her mouth with her hands, or if she is suck him in with her mouth.
Whichever it is, his length of hardening flesh is gradually disappearing.
since he is becoming harder and longer during this descent I can only
estimate how big he has become, but it seems like plenty. If it were me
sucking him in this deep, I know that it would be difficult. But Nina's eyes
communicate how relaxed and simple this is for her. Is there a yoga exercise
for throats?
Nina has taken in Bart's entire cock. Her nose is pushed up into the base of
his tummy. What restraint they both have, for neither has initiated any kind
of pulsing motion. They are absolutely still. From the hollow of Nina's
cheeks, I can see that she is applying a lot of suction. Now she starts to
pull her head back away, and the wet and skin-tight surface of Bart's cock is
again revealed. What was once a very pale flesh color is now bright pink. Her
suction has brought blood not only into the erectly tissues, but also into
the surface of the skin. It's kind of light a giant hickey, I suppose. When
Nina's lips finally release their grip from his cock head, I can now see how
big he has become. And the upwards arc is very pronounced.
Nina tells Bart to lie down on the ottoman, and she takes moment to explain
that it actually helps to have an erection when shaving a man. Some of the
hair grow right on the base of Bart's cock, and having the skin tight makes
for a better and more comfortable shave. And anyway, I love giving Bart a
blow job, she explains. As if I couldn't tell!
So Bart's shave proceeds, much as Nina's did. A liberal application of the
oil to begin, and then she uses one hand to hold his rigid cock out of the
way as she mows the surrounding area, and then she carefully works the razor
up the column of his cock. Then she lets Bart's cock flop down onto his
belly, were it reaches all the way to his navel. a drop of his clear precome
oozes out of the tip and falls slowly into his navel. I take a moment to zero
in on this little scene. It is a remarkably sexy turn-on to see this so
close-up.
Nina is now shaving Bart's balls, which are smoother and tighter than most
others that I have seen. That must make this shaving much easier. At least
Nina makes it look easy, but she apparently has had lots of practice. After
asking him to spread his legs more, she shaves all around his asshole. His is
a little darker around the edge than Nina's was, but it also is not as
crinkled as I expected.
When the job is done, Nina and Bart both stand in front of the fire, and I
scan the camera all over their perfectly shaved and smooth bodies. While I am
occupied with this filming, they start caressing each other. Bart's hands
wander and explore Nina's face, her shoulders, her breasts her nipples. She
raises her arms straight up, and he rubs into her underarms. She shows no
sign of being ticklish, but her nipples start to become bigger.
Continued in part 2 of 2
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