Silver Pt. 12

I laughed at her antics and advised her we hadn't had anything to eat for dinner.

"Oh geez, Michael, I forgot all about it," she said in a surprised voice, "I'm not even hungry; how 'bout you?"

"I can just grab something quick, but how about I get you dressed; you have work tomorrow you know."

"Yeah, I know," she sighed.

I collected Marlene's sexy panties from the top of the bed and kneeled in front of her. She stepped into them as she held onto the top of my head for balance. I slid them up those smooth legs and over her butt, leaving a soft kiss on her covered pussy before I stood up and retrieved her bra. Marlene slipped her arms through the straps as I held it out to her. I gave each one of her wonderful nipples a kiss and quick suck before depositing them into their respective cups. Reaching behind her, I eventually clasped the two rediculous hooks. Marlene laughed at my multiple attempts, laughing even harder when she saw my tongue sticking out to the side as I concentrated on my job. She took my face into her hands and gave me a congratulatory kiss as my efforts finally paid off. I figured at this point, I would just hand her the clothes and she could do the work or else I would never eat!

"How about a nice cup of tea before you go home?" I asked; "I'm just going to throw in a frozen pizza."

"Wow, the old bachelor frozen pizza, huh?" she laughed, "Yes, I'll have a cup of tea, Handsome!"

Marlene tickled my arm with her long nails as we sat at the table. If it were up to me, I would have sat there all night and let her do it! The feeling of sitting there with her was just as good as lying in bed; it didn't matter, as long as we were together and happy. The night came to an end with a long, long, kiss and a lot of heavy breathing.

"You have to get out of here before I don't let you go," I panted.

"Promise?" she moaned.

"Yes, I promise," I replied in a heavy breath.

Brains finally won over sex organs, and Marlene begrudgingly left for the night. She called me after she climbed beneath the covers of her bed, just to tell me she loved me one more time. And all was right in our world.

**********

"Handsome," she giggled.

"Yeeesssss?" I asked.

"I think you need to do a little landscaping," she continued as she raked her fingernails through the noticeable patch of pubic hair, "You can't go like this tomorrow!"

The week had passed and as on so many previous Friday nights, we laid on the sofa watching the television. Marlene had mindlessly began to tickle my stomach. Her fingers had wandered below the waistband of my pants in an effort to straighten out my cock as it clung to my balls.

"Just where are they going to be spraying?" I asked, never having visited a spray tan salon in the past.

"I don't know; I guess everything..." she giggled.

"Everything?" I gasped, "They better have a lot of spray!"

"Yeah, they better have a lot for that white ass of yours," she laughed, giving my hardening shaft a squeeze as she continued to laugh.

"Oh, you're soooo funny, Beautiful. Hey, I thought you loved my ass?"

"Oh, I do love your little butt; it's absolutely adoreable!"

"Adoreable?"

"Yes, adorable, just like you," Marlene cooed in my ear.

"Yeah, nice try," I laughed, "What time is our appointment?"

"Nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"So, I'm guessing I have to do this tonight?"

"I guess it would be more beneficial," she replied, still giggling at my hairy predicament.

"I know one thing," I said, "I'm putting a new battery in that trimmer before I use it."

"Michael, you're not going to use that little thing, are you?"

"It works just fine," I replied, sticking up for my trimmer which had gotten the job done so many times in the past.

"How about if you let me do you?" Marlene asked, "But, with a razor instead."

"A what?" I gasped.

"A razor, silly, and shaving cream; I can do it... Afterall, I do myself!"

"Yeah, but would you let me do you?" I laughed.

"Michael, my dearest love, I would let you do just about anything... Anything except for that," she laughed.

"Hmm, I think I'm insulted," I whined.

"Too bad, you're not going there with a razor... Even if you could see!" she snorted in laughter.

"You just sounded like a little piggy," I teased as I reached to her waist and began to tickle her.

"Michael, no, stop..." she laughed as she twisted along side of me.

**********

And there I laid, spread eagle on the bed, a large towel under my butt. Marlene, on the other hand, had brought in a warm bowl of water, a fresh razor, and my shave jell. She rinsed a wash cloth and began to wet my, let's just call it private area.

"This might be a little cold at first," she giggled as she put some jell into her hand and began applying it.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed.

"Oh stop you baby, it's not that bad," she amusingly replied; "Wow, this stuff is really nice."

The jell was turning to cream as she worked around my pelvis, cock, balls, and below. My cock began to spring to life as she continued to lather her target zone.

"Geez Louise, it doesn't take too much for that thing to wake up, does it?" she laughed as she took it in her hand and stroked some shave cream on it.

"Oh God, that feels good," I gasped.

"Now, now, don't get too excited there, Handsome; I have important work to do and I don't need any destractions..."

"Easy for you to say," I moaned as her hand remained teasingly around my hard shaft.

"OK, are you ready? Hold still now, I don't want my first swipe to be a first slice."

"You're not making me feel any better," I laughed, my body shaking under me.

"Stop," Marlene laughed, "Now hold still or you're going to be circumsised again!"

I felt Marlene's hand flatten on my abdomen followed by the feeling of the razor against my skin as it glided across my pelvis. She made several passes, rinsing the razor in the bowl of water after each swipe.

"Hmm," she thought out loud.

"Hmm, what?"

"Thinking how I'm going to use this razor to attack your boys," she replied.

"OK, first of all, the words, 'razor' and 'attack' are not to be used when near my boys," I nervously stated, "And secondly, just stretch them as taut as you can, then ease the instrument over them."

"You mean razor?" she giggled as she stretched the skin of my sack. "Geez, they're so slippery," she laughed as she held tight onto the skin and zipped the razor over it.

I let out what I would describe as a combination squeak and squeal, sounding like a frightened little mouse.

"Oh stopp, Michael, you're fine," Marlene giggled as she continued her careful strokes.

I felt her stretch my skin up, holding it against my cock as she shave their underside. Next, she told me to lift my thighs and spread my ass for her.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Just do it, Handsome," she laughed out loud, "You're going to be as smooth as the day you were born by the time I'm finished with you!"

Marlene made relatively quick work on my back side, and before I knew it, she was wiping me clean with a towel.

"Would you like some powder on your little tushy, Handsome?" she giggled as she reached up and pinched my cheeks.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would," I smiled.

Marlene doused me with baby powder, rubbing over my smoothly shaved skin. It actually felt quite nice and I mentioned to her, she may have a permanent job!

"Oh, so nice and smooth," she cooed as her hands continued rubbing the powder into me, "I don't foresee them having any problem with you tomorrow."

"Ok, if you say so," I smiled, to which I recieved a smack on my bare skin.

**********

"Good Lord, it's cold," I whined from the passenger seat of Marlene's SUV while sipping coffee from a travel mug.

"I just turned on your seat, so your little tush should be warming up soon," Marlene giggled as she backed out of the driveway and began our journey to the tanning salon.

The spitting rain made the daymore uncomfortable. A raw, bone chilling March morning in southern New Jersey made the coffee taste so much better as we drove along. The two of us dressed in loose, old clothes as instructed by the owner of the salon. I had never been to a tanning salon before, and had no clue what to expect. The only thing I wasn't looking forward to at this point, was to have a cold, wet spray applied to my shivering body.

"Don't worry, Handsome," Marlene said as she noticed me shiver, "This time next week, we'll be lying on a warm beach in St. Barts."

"It won't get here soon enough," I replied after taking another sip from my cup.

"Mmm, and I'll get to see you in your little swim suit!" she giggled, placing her hand on my thigh and giving it a little squeeze.

"Marlene, do you really expect me to wear that thing?" I asked as I placed my hand atop of hers.

"Oh yeah, you bet I do," she giggled, "Everyone will be wearing them and that cute hiny of yours will be the only one I will be looking at!"

"Yeah, well, I'll be all over your silver bikini," I laughed back.

"I can't wait," Marlene replied in a long exhale of breath as she gave my crotch a little squeeze.

"Easy now, Beautiful, we don't want to get him all worked up before we get to the salon..."

An hour and a half later, we were walking through the door of the salon. The warm heat enveloped my body as I held Marlene's hand and followed her to the counter.

"Good morning!" a male voice said, greeting the two of us as we approached.

"Hi," Marlene said, "Marlene and Michael for an eight-thirty appointment," Marlene said in a cheerful voice.

"Yes, we'll be right with you," the man said before leaving us to wait at the counter.

"Marlene," I muttered under my breath, "He's not doing me..."

"Why not?" she giggled.

"Cause."

"Cause why?" she whispered in a laugh.

"Just 'cause," I replied under my breath.

"OK," the male voice said as he reappeared from the back, "Marlene, you're going in a booth, right?"

"Yes, that is the easiest for me," Marlene answered in a bright, cheerful tone.

"And Michael, you will be receiving a spray tan?"

"Yes, as far as I know," I muttered in a monotone voice.

"Yes, he will," Marlene stated, "He can not see, and needs to be sprayed by a person."

"Very well, we'll make sure he is well taken care of," the man cheerfully answered, "The both of you can follow me; I'll show you to the changing rooms and we'll give you instructions for the care and maintenance you will need to follow after your tan is applied."

"We can use the same dressing room," Marlene told the man as he guided us down a hallway.

Marlene closed the door behind us after we entered the room. She told me to get undressed, handing me a towel and a small piece of clothing.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your little man bikini," she giggled.

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Put it on; we have to show the person who will be spraying you what you'll be wearing!" she responded in an amused voice.

"Marlene, please, really?"

"Yes, Handsome, really..." she laughed.

Flustered with Marlene's response, I sat on the bench and untied my sneakers before pulling one off. I instantly froze after beginning to slip the other from my foot. "Marlene," I gasped in embarrassment, "I can't."

"Can't what," she asked.

I heard her voice turn to me as I sat frozen on the bench. "Sweetheart, I can't...you know...show my...foot," I trembled, "I don't...want anyone...to...see...me."

"Oh Handsome, it's alright," Marlene whispered as she quickly knelt before me and held my covered foot in her hand, "People don't care, they have probably seen things like this before."

"Marlene, please, I couldn't...even let you...see...it, remember?" I whispered, placing my head in my hands.

"Michael, trust me, it will be fine," she whispered as she began to slip the sneaker off of my foot.

There was a knock at the door followedd by a female voice asking if it were alright to come in. Marlene asked the person to give us a second as she placed the shoe on the floor. She gently took my wrists in her hands and pulled them away, nestling her face under mine and lifting up. She kissed me softly and asked me to trust her once again. I gave her a slight grin, and that was all she needed to see to realize I had her full trust.

"Come in," Marlene said as she got up from the floor and sat next to me on the bench. I sat there in dark blue sweat pants, an old, black, short sleeve shirt, and socks as a woman entered the room.

"Is everything alright?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.

"Hi Karen, we're just having a little bit of anxiety, but we'll be alright."

"Oh Marlene, I'm sorry, can I do anything to help?" the woman asked.

"Karen, Marlene? You two know each other?" I asked as I lifted my head up to Marlene.

"Yes, Karen and I went to Penn together," Marlene giggled, "We were going to play a joke on you, but didn't realize your foot would interfere with our plan," Marlene giggled.

"His foot?" Karen asked.

"Karen, Michael lost two of his toes in an accident; his left foot was severely injured, and he is feeling a bit embarrassed about it," Marlene explained.

"Can I take a little looksie?" Karen asked as she knelt in front of me, lightly placing a hand over my sock covered foot.

"Looksie?" I asked in amusement.

"Watch what you say to him," Marlene warned with a laugh, "He's a quick one!"

"Oh, one of those, huh?" Karen responded, seemingly with the tone of a raised eyebrow.

"OK, Ms. Anderson, you can take a looksie," I grinned.

"Who's Ms. anderson?" the two women asked at once.

"My kindergarten teacher, you sounded like her when she was speaking to a five year old child."

"She was!" Marlene giggled.

"Oh, very funny, Beautiful; don't worry, I'm tallying all of your little comments up!"

Laughing at our bantering back and forth, Karen slowly removed the sock from my foot. "Michael, this is nothing to worry about; I have some experience with such things," she softly said as she gently rubbed the scarred tissue.

My face grew flush as she continued to massage my foot. Marlene advised Karen she would be going into the spray booth while she sprayed me. Karen called for Steven, her assistant, to help Marlene into the booth, making sure he gave her the proper directions for a beautiful tan.

"OK, you're all mine now," she giggled as Marlene and Steven left the dressing room, "Let's get you ready."

"Ready?"

"Yep, Marlene told me just how she wants you to look," Karen nonchalantly replied.

"Do I have any say in this?" I laughed.

"Honestly, no," Karen giggled before asking me to stand up.

Standing up, I began to lower my sweatpants as Karen had asked. Leaning over with my hand on her shoulder, I pulled each foot through the legs and placed the sweats on the bench behind me.

"Wow! Nice legs, Michael," she giggled.

"You like?" I asked in a deep manly voice, "Even the pigeons laugh at me when I walk down the street!"

"Yeah, I can see why," Karen giggled.

"Hey, you're starting to sound like my Marlene," I objected.

"I'm sorry, Michael, she warned me, but these legs are just so cute!"

"Warned you? Hmm, well, they make other things look larger," I rebutted.

"Oh stop," Karen laughed, "She warned me about that too!"

"Is there nothing sacred anymore?"

"Not here," Karen giggled before standing up in front of me, "Here, let me help you with this shirt."

"You're tall," I said as she discarded my shirt on the bench with my sweats.

"Yep," she replied.

"How tall?"

"Tall enough."

"Let me see," I asked as I reached my hand up to feel the top of her head.

My hand rested on her shoulder, raising up steadily until it rested atop her head. Her hair was cut short, soft to the touch, but close to her scalp.

"Wow, very nice," I murmured as I placed the other hand up and trailed back and felt a thin tail dangling down her neck, "That is so cool."

"Think so?" Karen asked with a smile to her voice.

"Yeah, very nice, Karen."

She took a good look at my body, sliding her hands along my sides before running her fingers through my hair and turning me around for a look at my back.

"OK, let's take a gander at this little tushy of yours!" she giggled while pulling at the waistband of my underwear.

"Marlene wants me to wear my black man thingy," I stammered; "She said you'll need it on to judge where to spray."

"Man thingy?" Karen asked in laughter.

"Yeah, the skimpy bathing suit she bought me for Christmas just for our vacation," I explained.

"There won't be any need for your man thingy in this salon; I'll give you a throw away thong to put on," Karen laughed. "Wow, now that is a white butt! Oh my goodness, it is so cute, just like Marlene said!"

"Wait, did you say a thong? Like the thong a woman wears?"

Karen laughed, "Michael, men have to be covered, and I don't want to ruin your 'thingy', so you can just wear a thong for now until I'm finished spraying you."

"Jesus, this is getting more humiliating by the second," I stammered, but soon realized she had just pulled my underwear down for a peek, so, I gave my butt a little wiggle, just to let Karen know I wasn't as shy as she thought I might be.

"Gettin' jiggy wit it?" she asked with another laugh.

"For God's sake, what didn't she tell you?" I questioned.

"She didn't tell me about the front part," Karen replied, lowering my underwear the rest of the way down my legs. "Very nice," she said in an admiring voice as she turned me to face her; "Very nice indeed. Did you do the grooming?"

"No, wasn't that part of your little conversation?"

My cock began to grow as Karen took it in her hand and lifted it to examine the landscaping work Marlene had performed the previous night.

"No, she didn't, but this will be an easy spray; she did a wonderful job," Karen said as she moved my shaft side to side; "We'll get you all fixed up and looking really good; now, let's get you into this disposable thong before I get my ass in a whole lot of trouble with the health department."

After slipping into the thong, Karen handed me a robe and gave me her elbow to grasp in order to guide me to get sprayed. She walked caughtiously down the hall and into the spray room,telling me along the way how Marlene had told her how to guide me and not to be alarmed if I brushed against something. The room was nice and toastie, and Karen showed me to a seat while she gathered her equipment.

"Did you expoliate your skin?" she asked.

"Say that again," I laughed.

"OK, Mikie, did your mommy scrub you with a special sponge?"

"Now, now, no need to be coy, Ms. Karen... Yes, she did," I continued.

Karen laughed before placing a hair cap on my head, explaining it would protect my lighter color hair from staining. She also applied some color block on the palms of my hands and bottoms of my feet to prevent all of the solution from discoloring them.

"You told me you had experience with amputation when you were removing my sock; may I ask when?" I asked as she applied the lotion to my feet.

She stopped suddenly before speaking, "Um, yeah, well, I'm a breast cancer surviver for three years now. I had a full massectomy. I attempted breast conserving surgery and radiation first, but the cancer reappeared, so we had the entire breast removed."

"Karen, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."

Karen took my hands into hers, "Michael, it sounds like the both of us have been put through the ringer, so there are no need for apologies. We are both fighters, we are survivers and always will be."

She kissed my nose before getting back to her preparations, explaining to me the reason for keeping her hair cut short. "I did the radiation thing first, and lost all of my hair. When It began to grow back, I kind of liked it when it grew to a certain point, so I kept it that way ever since."