Whispered Desire: Secrets Shared

15 hours ago

Lisa giggled to herself as she walked back to her bedroom. Her husband’s ‘naughty’ request was still ringing in her ears. She briefly wondered if he’d had his office door open when they had spoken on the phone. Had Melissa heard him? No, surely not—he had more discretion than that… or did he? Who would know? For all she knew Melissa was now blushing several shades of red, the poor dear.

A part of her felt self-conscious. But then again, it was nothing different from what she’d encouraged him to do on those trips he used to take out of town. Thankfully there were far fewer of those now. She could still hear his happy voice over the phone as she encouraged him to find pleasure, being right there to talk him through it. She blushed to herself, remembering the times she joined him. And then it had always been awesome when he came home. She often teased him that she could probably have a full beard and not have shaved her legs for a month. It still wouldn’t matter to him by the time he got to see her again.

She smiled to herself. Love was a wonderful thing. Being the recipient of his had brought more happiness than she’d have ever imagined. But this time was different. He had given express “instruction.” Relax and have a good time, never mind the fact that he didn’t happen to be there.

She stood in front of the mirror in their room and slowly undressed. One of these days they’d have to install the mirrors Stan and Marie had arranged in their room. But for now this one would have to do. In only her bra and panties, she appraised her lovely figure in the mirror. She could almost hear the admiring voice of her husband. She grinned wryly to herself. She knew she didn’t need to have any clothes removed for him to praise her figure. Her hand involuntarily touched her shoulder, the place he always rested his head when she appraised her appearance in the mirror. He never failed to evoke a smile with the funny looks he’d plaster on his face to get her to laugh.

Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers through her soft brown hair, across her shoulders, and down her sides. Imagining it was his hands, she lightly danced her fingers over her breasts. Then she traced a path through her soft cleavage with one hand. Her other, meanwhile, smoothed over her flat stomach and ventured lower. Feeling little tingles, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself, and then at the mirror. Giggling again, she reached behind her, undoing her bra. She caught as it unsnapped, setting it to the side.

With gentleness she flickered her fingertips over her aroused nipples, tracing little patterns all over her breasts the way he always did. Looking into the mirror she made a face at herself, giggled, and stepped free from her panties.

After one more glance at herself, she stepped over and sat down on the edge of the bed. She could still see herself in the mirror, her smooth legs gleaming in the light. She could see the narrow landing strip of pubic hair below her navel that was the sexy pathway to her feminine joy. Brushing her fingers through the soft little bristles, she remembered the first time she had trimmed it that way.

It had been a lark with Marie in college. They’d taken a trip to the beach over a weekend. In their hotel room she’d heard Marie groan in the restroom, and then come stomping out.

“Lisa! I get so tired of this—what do YOU do?”

“Do?”

Marie pointed at her bikini line. “This!” she repeated. “One of these days I’m going to miss one of these little demons, and just die of embarrassment out there. And it’s a pain in the—,” her voice trailed off.

Lisa stared at her attractive friend and smiled. “Die? I don’t think so, but there will be plenty of guys who will be disappointed if you don’t smile at them.”

Marie looked at her briefly, her irritation abating, but only for a moment. It was part of why she loved having Lisa around. Her best friend’s calmness had been quite handy on more than one occasion. Lisa gasped in half embarrassment, half amazement, as Marie pulled down her bikini briefs and pointed at the offending little hairs to make her point.

“I try so hard to keep them trimmed, but they still have to grow sideways, the little bums.” Shaking her razor in the air, she continued, “And I hate this thing. How do you take care of them?”

Lisa laughed and looked away. She shouldn’t have been surprised, as it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen Marie naked before. Her brazenness did sometimes throw her for a loop. “Um… I don’t know, I guess I just try to trim in a little further, I—”

“Well, that’s it,” Marie concluded. “We’re going to do something new today before we hit the beach.”

“And what’s that?”

“We are going to the spa. You and me. I’ve heard so many talk about going. Well, now it’s our turn, and we’re going right now.”

And so they had. It was next to impossible to turn Marie around once she’d made a decision. It had been hard enough to find a place for it on the coast, where they weren’t familiar with the area, but they finally found a ‘spa.’ It was a hole-in-the-wall type of place, and they wondered what they were getting themselves into. Both had been nervous as they laid down on the tables. And both had blushed like school children to bare it ‘all’ down there to complete strangers.

Several ladies of oriental origin (who apparently owned the place) chattered away in their native tongue (which they later learned was Vietnamese). They busied themselves to take care of the ‘bums,’ as Marie had referred to them. Together, they’d learned about the different styles of what could be done down there. They then settled on one they both liked. She watched them trim away her soft brown curls until they were very short.

And then she felt the first wax strip applied.

It felt warm, and they warned her of what was to come. Bracing themselves, the two friends held hands as both were peeled back off at the same time. Both let out a shriek that would have woke the dead. They looked at each other, laughing uncontrollably. They were committed now! The ladies performing the service gave them both a curious look, one of them rubbing her ears. Then they shrugged, and continued their work. They saw all kinds. And bit by bit they completed their task. It hurt like everything. But the girls left the place feeling satisfaction. They were now of the ‘bums.’

That first time had definitely been the most painful, but it had gotten better over time. Back at college, they found a local spa and got into a routine. One night she overheard Marie describing the experience to someone on the phone. She later learned that it had been one of her cousins, a male one at that.

Seeing the look on Lisa’s face, Marie described her cousin to her for the first time. Lisa had been surprised at just how close they seemed. She found herself wishing she had something similar in her own family, especially since her mom and dad were… Lisa stopped that thought immediately. At the moment, all she had was Marie to share things with. It was the first time she’d heard of him, Marie’s mysterious cousin, never imagining at the time that he’d be her future husband.

She grinned at herself, remembering Marie’s sly smile after sharing with Lisa who she’d been talking to. That particular look on Marie’s face had always portended something of interest to come, usually mischief. She’d murmured something about introducing them one day. That day had come, of course, and the rest had been history, a beautiful one.

Eventually she and Marie had decided to quit ‘wasting’ money on the spa when they could just do it themselves. They started performing the task on one another. It was a good exercise in trust, plus it provided for lots of laughs. Whoever said beauty had to cost a lot of money? Marie was a wealthy woman now, but she still had her sense of practicality. And besides, it afforded a good chance to get together and ‘yak.’

Coming back to the present, Lisa looked at the small little strip of hair again and smiled. What did they call it? A landing strip? So many memories even in something as simple as that. Her fingers wandered downward to her soft skin. She sighed, gently rubbing a finger through her feminine flesh. It felt so good, even from her own hand.

Stopping briefly, she reached for a box from under the bed. Her ‘treasure chest’ wasn’t as large as Marie’s, but it contained the ‘essentials.’ Opening the box, she found the silicone replica of her husband’s penis and smiled. How Marie had ever gotten him or Stanley to sit still long enough to make them, she didn’t know. It had been a fun birthday present though. Embarrassing, but fun. Her face still flushed with the memory. She knew she didn’t need to have any clothes removed for him to praise her figure. Her hand involuntarily touched her shoulder, the place he always rested his head when she appraised her appearance in the mirror. He never failed to evoke a smile with the funny looks he’d plaster on his face to get her to laugh.

She reached for the silicone replica of her husband’s penis, taking it out of its box. She closed it and returned it to its safe place. Her fingers found her clitoris and she let out a moan. It felt good, and the sensation thrilled her. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment. Then, she leaned back against the headboard, letting her legs drop to the side. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging herself tightly. The soft material of her panties made her feel naked and vulnerable. She closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure of her own body. It was a beautiful feeling, a feeling that she cherished above all else. Looking down, she noticed the small strip of pubic hair below her navel, now perfectly trimmed. She smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. She was ready for whatever came next. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, her face flushed with pleasure. She was a woman of many pleasures, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She was strong, independent, and utterly satisfied. And as she gazed at her reflection, she knew that she had found her true love.

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