A Shave To Remember

To give you some backstory, I'm twenty-five, I'm a finance manager based out of central London, and, until the events of this story, I truly believed I was a good person.

I'd first met Alice just before my twenty third birthday, and within a week I knew she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

She was only a little shorter than me, 5'7" to my 5'11", with blue eyes to contrast my hazel ones, and dirty blonde hair to compliment my dark brown. It wasn't her looks that drew me in though, she only had a small bum, and her chest was next to non-existent.

We had the same sense of humour, seemed to have the same plans for life, a house, dog and kids, that whole dream of a picket fence life.

Within a year of seeing her, we'd moved in together, and the year after that I had proposed and to my amazement, she had said yes.

It was two weeks to our wedding, when out of the blue Alice turned to me and said this.

"I want to make out wedding night out of this world."

"Oh" I replied with a raised eyebrow. My fiancé, love her dearly as I did was never one for adventure, especially in the bedroom, so her suggestion intrigued me.

"I have a surprise planned, but we can't have sex until then," she said.

Two weeks I thought, I could manage that easily, I'd done it before. Besides it wasn't like we were nymphos in that department anyway, rarely having sex more than a couple times a week. Though I had to admit to myself I would eagerly increase that number. Regardless, before I knew, it would be the wedding. What I hadn't planned for however, was my fiancé constantly teasing throughout.

In those two weeks she'd strutted about in more sexy outfits than our entire relationship up to that point. Made every other sentence some form of sexual innuendo and seemed to have some form of Fifty Shades style film playing at all times.

By the time it was the day before the wedding I was close to bursting with sexual frustration. I had never anticipated sex like this since when I was virgin teenager at the height of puberty.

The plan was to spend the night before the big day in separate hotel rooms, to build the anticipation even more, and avoid the age-old bad luck of seeing the bride to be in her wedding dress.

As I went to bid her farewell before we spent the night apart, she kissed me, far longer and far more passionately than needed I noted.

"Hmm," Alice said as she ran a hand down my cheek, "you need a shave, you're far too stubbly."

"I'll do it today."

"No baby, you always tend to nick yourself shaving, and I don't want to see you with shaving cuts on our big day."

She paused for a moment, making the face she did when thinking hard, then she beamed with inspiration.

"I've got an idea, my childhood friend Susanna is a barber, I bet she can shave you a lot better than yourself, why don't you go see her this afternoon?" It wasn't so much a question, but a polite command.

"It'll also be good for you to meet her before the wedding," she added. "She's spent most of the past few years working in Australia, but I've told her so much about you, she's absolutely dying to meet you!"

With that it was settled, we said our goodbyes once more, and I was given yet another extremely passionate embrace, then we parted.

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When I got to the barbers it was about four thirty, the shop was a small, cute place just off the high street. Susanna's - Barber's & Hair Stylist, sat above the door in ornate writing, and unusually the windows only revealed a reception and a corridor leading back into the building.

A bell rung as I pushed open the door, and a woman in her early twenties got up from the reception desk.

I couldn't help but give her an instinctive look over, and cursed myself for doing so, hoping she hadn't noticed.

A pair of tight blue jeans clung to her shapely legs and a low-cut t-shirt displayed her impressive cleavage. Even Alice would be jealous of the young woman's size.

"Hi there, can I help you?" she flashed me a smile and twirled a finger through a blonde curl absently.

I straightened and replied that I was here to see Susanna and that I had an appointment in a few minutes.

The girl deflated somewhat then smiled again as if she had thought of something amusing.

"She's just down the corridor, last door on your right."

"Thank you," I replied with a smile of my own and headed in the direction she indicated.

As I walked down it, she called back.

"I hope you enjoy yourself," and then giggled. Strange, I thought to myself. But oh well, maybe she was just laughing at the older man who couldn't help but perv at her boobs. Not that I really considered myself that old, and it was only a glance at that.

I reached the door she had told me and tapped gently on it.

"Come in," a light voice called out. I opened the door and entered.

Inside the room was lined on one wall with a mirror, with counter and basins like a traditional barbershop. However, the other walls were a dark green, and a bamboo stool held a diffuser that softly released a thin ribbon of wispy steam.

There was one chair, a rich leather chair like that in any barber shop I seen before. Beside it stood a goddess.

The word had come to me instinctively, but I regretted thinking it all the same. The only goddess in my life was Alice. Still, I couldn't deny how attractive the woman was.

She stood 5'4" tall, luscious dark curls that ended at her shoulders, wicked eyes, and full lips the colour of ripe peaches. She wore white trainers with no socks. My eyes trailed up the sleek smooth skin of her bare legs until they reached the high placement of her thrilled miniskirt.

Next, I bathed in the view of her toned midriff, slightly exposed before a tight t-shirt two sizes too small hid the rest from view. It didn't hide the shape of her chest however, two b or c cups constrained by the tight fabric, the outline of her nipples clearly visible.

I realized I hadn't spoken since entering the room, but she took the first move.

"Hi! You must be Alice's fiance, I'm so glad to finally meet you." She exclaimed confidentiality closing the gap between us and embracing me in a hug like lifelong friends. I felt myself stir ever so slightly below as her tits squished themselves against my chest. Tomorrow couldn't come sooner.

"Alice has told me literally everything there is about you, and I can see she did not lie about your good looks," she said as she released me, leaving me glad that she wouldn't feel the semi growing in my pants, but also I thought guilty, regretful that the embrace didn't last longer.

"Now," she said, "Alice said you wanted a shave, right?" As she spoke she ran her hand along my whiskers. "Personally I prefer a man with stubble, that rugged look y'know, though clean shaven is better for some." The sensation of her hand running down my jaw left me with goosebumps.

I'd always tended to go clean shaven, I preferred how I looked that way. Not just my face either. Ever since 18 I'd kept downstairs well-groomed as well, the few girls I'd seen before settling with Alice always appreciated the look of it too.

"Especially," Susanna continued, as if reading the line of my thoughts, "if the man intends to... dine downstairs." Had she really just said that?

"Pop yourself down in my lovely chair there, and let's see if we can smooth down those handsome looks of yours."

I say myself down in the chair, the leather easing around me and pulling me in like an eager lover. Why that imagery? I must have been more eager for tomorrow evening then I realized.

Susanna walked behind me and with a quick motion the chair eased into a more horizontal position with the ease of well lubricated hydraulics. I quickly found myself with a pleasant view of the underside of her chest, and quickly looked away with a guilty expression. Perhaps she hadn't noticed, or merely pretended not, for she didn't comment on it, but I swear I saw the hint of a smirk on her face.

"I was thinking," she said as she picked up a razor, "that a cut-throat shave would be best." She flashed her teeth. "I promise I won't go Sweeney Todd on you."

"Glad to hear it," I got the words out nervously.

A stone bowl and shaving brush were procured from a cupboard beneath the basin. Susanna put a dollop of shaving cream within it and began to stir it with the foam.

"A lot of people don't realize this," she said as her hand made repetitive motions with the brush, "but there's a technique to getting the foam a perfect consistency."

She pulled out the brush slowly then penetrated the foam until the bristles were close to bending.

"What you want is something that's nice and wet," she stressed out those last words. "And, to do that," she continued, "you need to do these circular motions."

I watched transfixed as her hand manipulated the brush, my arousal growing with each motion.

"You just move it," she said as she swirled, "round and around." The brush seemed to dance in her slender fingers. "Until," she added as she built up speed, "you can just hear how dripping wet it is."

Christ! I thought to myself. Shaving cream should not be that hot. What on earth was wrong with me. It couldn't just be me. As pent up as I might have been, I wasn't imagining the way she was describing things.

Maybe, I thought worriedly, Alice had told her about our little project. Had she been told to torture me, or was the girl just doing it for her own amusement?

"Let's apply this shall we." She moved back to standing behind me, and again, I couldn't help but look at her chest. I quickly moved my gaze further up to her face and tried to convince myself that was where I had meant to look all along.

"Did you know there's a technique to applying the shaving foam too?"

"No," I gulped, "I didn't. I've always just put it on quickly."

"Ah," she smiled. "You can make it a, ah quickie, if you're in a rush. But really," she said as she put the foam lathered brush at the top of one cheek, "long slow strokes, they're the way to go."

Despite her words, after the first cheek was lathered up she wasted no time in doing the second. Applying the foam across my face with almost frantic abandon.

Her eyes locked on mine, there was a fierce look in them, fiery and determined. She ran her tongue along her lips, just the tip, and just slow enough for me to notice.

A bit of the shaving foam had crept unto my lips, noticing this she licked one finger and ran it softly along them, taking her time to remove the foam.

"Soft," she uttered under her breath, her lips smiling.

Once the foam had been wiped from my lips, she looked me in the eyes again. That same fiery look burning within her own. I confess I was both aroused and scared.

"I need you to stay completely still for this next part."

What did she mean by that?

Before I could utter a word in defence, she swept one leg over and straddled me in one clear motion.

"I-" I tried to get the words out but then one hand had me by the back of my head, fingers pulling me by my hair; whilst the other hand, held cold steal to my throat.

The cutthroat razor glistened.

"Completely still."

I gulped and tried to nod my head without it actually moving.

She brought the razor up to my face and dragged it slowly down my cheek, the blade kissed my skin as it effortlessly sliced the hairs.

After each run of the blade she carefully wiped it clean on a flannel laying on the counter. Each time she shifted her hips ever so slightly, and try as I might to resist it. An incessant hardness at my groin was only increasing.

It felt like an eternity had passed and she had only finished shaving my cheeks.

How long was this going to take?

Holding the razor beneath my chin she brought her lips to my ear and whispered breathily.

"Don't open your jaw whilst I do this, I wouldn't want to... cut you"

I could hear the smile in her words.

Starting at one corner she began her meticulous work. But good god, this was even slower than before.

My cock was straining at my pants, and now I could feel the heat of her above me.

I knew she could feel me, she was enjoying teasing me, mocking my engagement.

As soon as this was done, I was going straight to my Alice's hotel room, damn the superstitions. I had to have her right away, one more night was one too many.

The very thought made my cock twitch. I heard her smirk.

I'm not excited for you, damn bitch. I thought to myself. Have your wicked fun, I'll be out of here soon enough.

It was then I noticed that the hand that had been tugging my head back by my hair had vanished, I'd been too distracted by the feelings happening within my pants.

I wanted to look down to see what she was doing, but her other hand had the blade pressed to my throat. I dared not move my neck less I wanted to make a blood donation to the barbershop floor.

She was dragging the blade ever so slowly down my neck. What was she up too?

Then I felt it, her other hand at my crotch, gently tugging at the button at my waist. I wanted to open my mouth to object, to say stop. But the razor prevented me from opening my jaw.

I mumbled a protestation.

"Shush now," she cooed in a voice that threatened to murder all my resistance. "This blade is very sharp."

With another motion of her hand the button of trousers slid free and with it the straining in my pants pulled down my zipper half an inch by sheer desire for release.

She wasted no time in helping it along. As she dragged the razor down my neck, her other hand dragged the zipper down my fly.

My trousers opened at the waist with no resistance. My erection was all but on display, the fabric of my boxers clinging tightly to it.

I dared not breath, but despite it I twitched against my own volition.

I didn't want to admit it, I hated myself for the thought of it, but right then and there I wanted nothing more than release.

Perhaps that's why I didn't take the opportunity to escape when she took the razor from my neck to wipe it clean again. Even when she hesitated before returning it, taking a moment to look at my fading resistance and smirk down at me.

I couldn't work up my courage before the blade was back against my neck, part of me wasn't sure I wanted too.

She settled down further into my lap, pushing herself against me. If I had thought that I'd felt her heat before, it was a furnace now, the fiery depths of Dante's inferno beckoning me into damnation.

Not just the heat, but the wetness. She must be drenched, for it soaked through my boxers in moments.

Through the thin soaked material of our underwear I could feel her clinging to me. Christ, I felt like a virgin again, the intensity was beyond belief.

I could barely focus on the blade at my throat anymore, I only had the vague notion of it being there as her free hand reached down and began prying at that last button.

My last line of defence, with it I could just convince myself that nothing had really happened.

The button slipped free.

I couldn't stop myself from groaning between my teeth as her fingers delved through the opening and wrapped around me.

I could feel her struggle and fail to wrap herself completely around my girth. The thought made me pulse and twitch within her grasp. My lust and ego swatting away the thought of Alice and my guilt at what was happening.

She deftly prised my throbbing manhood out into the open air of the barbershop.

I was so hard it almost hurt; I felt the blood pulse through me with my every heartbeat.

The blade had stopped moving at my throat, I glanced down the length of my face at her. Her gaze was fixed down below where I knew I throbbed in her grasp.

Her cheeks were flushed red and her teeth shone white as they bit her lower lip with desire. It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen, and my cock responded as such.

I closed my eyes in disbelief at what was happening. I felt movement happening at my waist, and groaned as those fingers positioned me.

I knew what was about to happen, I dreaded it and I longed for it. I would have gladly killed for it at that moment.

I felt the devil's kiss at the head of me. Realising the razor was no longer at my throat, I risked looking down at my waist.

She crouched just above me, her glistening nether lips giving me the sweetest of kisses. My gaze trailed up her body, across the smoothness of her revealed midriff, up along the taunt fabric of her shirt and the clear silhouette of her hard nipples beneath. It lingered on her wicked smile and settled on her eyes. They were those of a predator, about to strike the killing blow on their prey.

"Now you're mine."

I don't know if she said those words, mouthed them, or even if they just came into my head. It didn't matter, for then she sank herself unto me, and my mind dissolved into pleasure.

"Oh shit" she gasped. I couldn't even find air to do that. I had never felt such pleasant tightness about me.

The first motion had managed to get a third of me inside her, stopping right at my thickest point. I watched and felt as millimetre by millimetre she slid further down me.

Her little gasps of pain and pleasure making me twitch within her, and then making her gasp more.

Suddenly, my girth gave way to her wetness and gravity, and she slid down a further third and more, leaving just an inch of me unsheathed. Her moan turned into a gasp as it pushed the air out of her.

Her hands grasped frantically at my groin, desperate to maintain some control of her descent.

There we rested for a moment, her unable to take me in any further, my cock throbbing with desperation within the ecstasy of her depths.

Then she began to ride me.

If I thought I was in paradise before, then God had just revealed to me that I was only gazing upon heavens gates.

Her walls clung to me insistently as she rose, and then greedily swallowed me back. She pulsed and throbbed around me, the heat of her engulfed me and her wetness made every motion shoot pleasure through the whole of me.

To my utter amazement I saw that with each fervent bounce open my lap, she was sinking ever so lower and lower on me. Until at last I felt the mons of her make contact with my groin and she ceased movement with a mighty shudder.

Her whole body twitched, and her walls closed upon me with such sensual ferocity and tightness, spasms rippling along them and down the length of my shaft. By some miracle I held off from cumming then and there, determined to finish on my own terms.

The razor fell from her hand and clattered loudly as it hit the ground.

I wasted no time as I sat up and pulled her into me, my lips mashed into her and my tongue ravaged her mouth like a serpent.

Like a man dying of thirst I had to have her, all of her, there and then.

Before she even had a chance to finish riding the waves of her first orgasm, I rocked up her back and forth on me and brought upon her next, reaching down with one hand to play with her clit feverishly.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She cried out as she flung her head back, and I turned my mouth upon her neck.

I didn't care about anything else in the world right now, only the pleasure I was feeling.

Wanting to free her breasts at last I didn't even attempt to take her shirt off, instead opting to rip it open down the middle. The cheap material resisted only for a moment before it tore in one continuous motion.

Her modest globes sprung free, and I took one ripe nipple into my mouth without thought or hesitation. Sucking and nibbling it like an animal.

"Tell me-"

She tried to gasp out the words.

"Tell me you love fucking me!"