Author: Erato Title: The Book of Azan Universe: Azan Keywords: MF, Msolo, F1st, cons Language: English Part: Chapter 6 of 11 CHAPTER 6 Katie was ten minutes early. I opened the door to see her standing in a plain emerald green dress, which reached down to just above her knees, and silver stud ear-rings under her dark hair, which she wore loose. She was wearing small black, strappy shoes with slightly raised heels. Normally, Katie is more of a shirt-and-trousers person - in fact, I hadn't seen her in a dress since she was a guest at our wedding. She came in and I hung the "do not disturb" sign on the outside door handle as I shut the door. She seemed nervous, as she had been that night last weekend, and she avoided making eye contact. Part of me hoped that she'd come here to tell me she'd changed her mind. What we were planning was so out of character for both of us. But another part of me - indeed, one specific part of me in particular - was praying that she hadn't. "Shall we..." she started and then went silent. "Should I get us some drinks?" I asked. "It might help you, well, both of us to relax. This isn't going to work if we're nervous." She looked me in the eye for the first time since she'd arrived and nodded. I took the glass I'd used before and another one from the bathroom, and poured a couple of shots worth of vodka into each glass before topping them up with orange juice. Katie sat on the edge of the bed and I sat on the arm chair. The drinks hadn't been in the fridge long enough to get very cold, and warm vodka is not the most pleasant beverage to consume, so I was not surprised that Katie grimaced slightly as she took a big gulp. We sat in silence and finished our drinks. Katie held out her glass, her hand shaking slightly, and I refilled it. She gulped down another glass of vodka and orange quickly. "I'm ready," she said. "OK, let's start simple," I said, "how about we go to the bathroom and you take a shower. I'll watch, so that I can see what I'm getting myself into." "Getting myself into, literally," I thought. "OK", Katie said, rising and unbuckling her shoes. I picked up a video camera. "Do we need that yet?" she asked, motioning towards the camera. "If we're going to tape this, then we might as well capture the whole thing for posterity," I said. "Besides, I only just picked these up an hour or so ago, so need to practise using it." Katie stepped out of her shoes and walked to the bathroom while I followed in with the camera. I pressed what seemed to be a 'record' button and a red LED lit up. I watched Katie undress, partly through the camera's viewfinder to make sure she was always in frame, but mostly I enjoyed watching her directly. She reached down and lifted her loose-fitting green dress, hesitating slightly before she reached her hips, perhaps still unsure if what we were about to do was the right thing. Making her mind up once and for all, she lifted it higher, revealing black, lacy panties, with a wisp of fine black pubic hair peeping out from the crotch. She continued up in a smooth motion, next uncovering her firm toned stomach, her small A-cup breasts and her shaved arm pits, before lifting the dress up and over her head. As she lifted it off, her loose black hair fell down to frame her oriental face. She leaned into the shower, turning so that I could see her firm, pert little Asian butt, while she turned on the taps to get the water flowing. Once she'd gotten the water temperature to her liking she turned back. "It's not too late to back out," she said, seeming a bit more confident now that the alcohol had started across her blood-brain barrier. "If you don't like what you see, then now's the time to say. But once I'm naked, our relationship will be changed forever - there's no going back. If you want out, then I won't hold it against you." I thought about something amusing to say about holding something against me, but decided that a more serious answer was needed. "I've been having second thoughts all week, but I've never been more sure that I want us to go ahead than I am right now." With that, she reached back and unhooked her black, lacy bra, leaning forward to remove it. Most women's breasts normally drop an inch or two when they remove their brassiere - the bra gives them support, and once it's gone, their tits have to cope with the cruel reality of the earth's gravitational field. Katie's small, perky little handfuls didn't - they poked out proudly from her chest, firm enough to support their own weight. Her chest shape was perfectly symmetrical, with each breast the perfect size to fit in the palm of your hand. At the centre of each was a purplish-brown areola, about the size of a 50 pence piece, and in the middle of those, each had a pea-sized nipple, standing erect. She had a small brown mole equidistant between her left shoulder and left breast. I zoomed the camera in, allowing the lens to soak up every detail of her perfect little chest. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me, starting to feel more confident and more comfortable with the idea of exposing herself in front of another person. She reached down to the lacy waistband of her knickers and hooked her thumb under the left side. "Slowly," I said. She smiled again and slowly started pushing her panties down over her hips. The outline of Katie's hip bone was visible because of her slender build. I pulled the camera back, capturing her whole body as she bent down while pushing her pants down her legs, her long black hair obscuring her most private parts as she lent over. She stood up, revealing her pussy to be decorated with a light covering of soft black hair. Her thin pussy lips were faintly visible through the fuzz of dark hair. She stepped into the shower and the warm water covered her toned body, running down her oriental skin and making it shine. Her long black hair fell flat as it got wet, and clung to her back. "I shaved my legs and under my arms this morning," she started, "I was going to shave 'down there' too, but wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I brought this with me." She held up a razor, which she'd seemed to have produced out of thin air. My mind flicked back to Jessica's photo - I remembered her shaved pussy. I'd never fucked a girl with a shaved snatch before. It might be fun to try - besides which, if I was going to go down on her, I'd prefer not to get hairs stuck in my teeth. "Yes, why not," I said. I watched through the camera viewfinder as she poured some body wash onto her hand and started soaping up her pussy. Gleaming white soap bubbles traced the contours of her legs before making their journey across the tiled floor to the drain. She took the razor and started shaving away the longer hairs which were further away from the more delicate areas of her pussy. Soap bubbles carried the hairs away, running down her legs. Although I doubted she'd ever shaved this part of her body before, her hands moved deftly and expertly, soon clearing the top and sides of her pubic mound of their covering. I leaned in, trying to capture every detail on film, while at the same time trying to avoid any splashes of water landing on the rented camera. She now started shaving more carefully between her legs, along the sides of her pussy. The hairs there were sparser, but the shape of the skin was obviously more complicated, and any mistakes could be painful. In a minute or two, she'd finished there and started on the area closest to her clitoris. After a few short, careful strokes, she turned so that her shaved pussy was under the water, washing away the remaining soap and any hairs that has stuck to it. She leaned over, inspecting it herself and finishing off a couple of patches of stubble that she'd missed. Katie put the razor down by the side of the shower and turned back to face me. "You like?" she asked. She parted her bald pussy lips with her fingers, revealing a pretty pink vulva with the button of her clit visible at the top, and a small slit below. I nodded and swallowed, temporarily unable to speak. I rolled the sleeve up on my right arm to make sure my shirt didn't get wet, then reached into the shower. I put my hand on her left shoulder as the warm flowing water caressed my arm. I slowly moved my hand down her side, stroking her soft, wet skin as I found my way to her left breast, cupping it gently and feeling its firmness before moving down further, tracing my way along the subtle concave of her waist and convex of her hips to the top of her thigh. My hand reached around behind her, moving up over the roundness of her left buttock, drenched by the stream of water flowing off her hair. Then I moved my wandering hand back around onto her tummy, my palm turned upwards, reaching slowly down towards her freshly shaved snatch. Water splashed across my hand as my fingers brushed gently across her clit, coming to a rest between her legs. "That's enough for now," she said as she lifted my hand away from her, "you'll have plenty more opportunity later." The alcohol had certainly had the desired effect on her confidence, but without making her so drunk that she did not know what she was doing. Katie turned off the taps and gestured for me to pass her a towel. The hotel towels were clean, white and heavy. She wrapped a towel around her like a strapless dress, the top of the towel starting just above her breasts and covering her down almost to her knees. The toilet seat was down and she sat on it, using it as a seat and reached for another towel, which she used to dry her hair. She wrapped it around her head like a kind of turban, an innate ability that all women seem to have. "There's one other place," I said, unsure of quite how to approach the subject, "where you might want to wash." "I was pretty thorough," she said, "plus I did shower this morning. Just now was mostly for your entertainment." "Well..." I started, "were you wanting to try anal?" "I have to clean... inside?" "Well, you don't have to, but a lot of people do. It makes the whole thing a bit more pleasant." "I'm not sure I want to try anyway. I did say 'anything and everything' though, didn't I?" "Well," I said, "of course I'm not going to force you into it. You could always clean yourself in preparation and decide later - it won't do any harm to be prepared." Katie thought for a moment and announced, "I don't think I even know how." "I think first you should use the toilet and get as much out as possible naturally..." I started awkwardly and left the room, returning moments later, "then use this," holding up the syringe, "to pump a bit of warm water up there, then squeeze it out into the toilet, and repeat that two or three times." "OK," she said, "I'll try that. But you're leaving the room."