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She was always running, training for a marathon, while I would merely be walking, just trying to stay fit. In the weeks after the marathon, she would stop running and walk with me for a while, whenever we crossed paths, and we gradually got to know each other, sharing our likes and dislikes on a broad range of subjects. This morning we were sitting at the island in my kitchen, soaked with sweat, drinking ice water and munching on some grapes and peaches, after having walked for about an hour in the humid morning air. Dick Head was telling me to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on the kitchen counter. Brain was telling me to calm down, take a deep breath and go slow. Brain hadn't fully won the debate. There was a slight bulge in my shorts, which I attempted in vain to hide by shifting my legs a bit. "You said you're divorced?" she asked. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Yeah, about five years ago," I replied. "She cheated on me. She would pick up guys at the health club after her aerobics class and bring them home when I was at work. I used to wonder why she was always washing the bed sheets. Eventually she didn't even bother doing that. I would go to bed and find myself lying down on a dried cum stain. I've never been able to shake the feeling that it was somehow my fault that she cheated. Anyway, she met some rich guy at the club and married him a few weeks after our divorce. At least I don't have to pay alimony or support." "The cum stains were still wet when I laid down on 'em," she said quietly, staring down at the counter top. "Oh shit, that sucks. I'm sorry," I replied softly, placing my fingers on her wrist. She stared at the wrist for a moment then gently pulled it away. Dammit! Slow down, dummy! Don't rush this. Stop thinking with your dick and let her come along at her own pace. Let her come to you. "I used to go for short runs at night, when it was cooler. He was fucking one of my friends from down the street. At least I thought she was my friend. After the first time I laid down on the bed on a wet spot, I hid out behind the house the next night when I pretended to go for a run. I saw her sneak into the back patio door to our bedroom. I sat there and cried until she left, then cried some more. I moved into an apartment that weekend. We divorced about three years ago." "I'm guessing that's when you started running marathons?" "How'd you know that?" she asked. "A friend of mine did that after he separated from his wife. Trained for and ran his first and only marathon while they were separated. Never ran another one when they got back together again." She simply looked at me with a sad face. This was getting a bit deep. I'd better slow it down some more. I changed the subject to workout schedules, training diets and preparations for races. I let her do most of the talking and her mood improved. Brain was winning out. The bulge in my shorts went down slightly. She was no longer stealing glances at my crotch but instead was staring at my legs. "You shave your legs," she said, matter-of-factly. "That's not all I shave, but yes, I shave my legs. They look good, don't you think? And all from just walking every day. I like to show 'em off. They haven't looked this good since I ran my own marathons a few years ago." "What else do you shave?" she asked, with a slight twinkle in her eyes. "Well, I don't shave my arms and I don't shave what's left of the hair on the top of my head. Everything else is subject to removal." "I'd like to see that," she said with a slight giggle. Hum, maybe it's time for Dick Head to take over, if only just a little. I stood and removed my shirt, held my arms slightly out from my sides and slowly did a 360 degree turn, showing off my well defined and clean shaven chest and abs and back muscles. "Wow," she whispered. "What else do you shave?" she asked again, with a sly half grin on her lips. Oh boy! Oh boy! Time for Dick Head to take control. But slowly, slowly, be cool. I took a deep breath, exhaled, dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor and did another 360 degree turn, revealing my hairless cock and ass. Dick Head was slowly beginning to come to attention. "Oh my god," she whispered, her mouth hanging open. "Would you like me to shave you?" I asked softly, alternating my glance from her crotch to her eyes and back. "You'll like it. Trust me." I took her wrist and gave a slight tug, but she didn't move. "I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you. Trust me. You really will like being hairless. Really. Trust me." I gently pulled on her wrist, without tugging, and she slid off the chair and followed me to the bedroom. Once inside the master bath, she exclaimed "Holy shit, it's huge!" I thought she was talking about my dick, but when I looked back, her eyes were roaming around the bathroom. Relax, Dick Head, relax. Take another deep breath. Let her come to you. "Yeah," I replied with a grin, "Bigger than my first apartment when I was in grad school. Sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi, your legs inside the tub." I retrieved my manscaping shaver and attachments from the vanity drawer and a towel to rest my knees on and stepped into the tub, facing her on my knees. "We'll need to remove these," I said, placing my fingers on either side of the elastic band of her shorts. She raised her hips and I slid the shorts and panties off together and removed her socks as well. Her knees were still clamped together. I looked up at her face. She was tense, her eyes closed. "Relax," I whispered, "relax." I gently stroked her hips and the top of her thighs with my fingertips. "You'll need to give me access if I'm going to shave you. Relax, relax," I whispered again. She opened her eyes, slid her hips slightly toward me and slowly spread her legs. "This may tickle a bit," I said. Using the micro clipper head, I slowly and carefully removed the bulk of the hair from her outer lips and the hair above her mound down to fine stubble. With every other pass, I looked up at her and saw her staring at my now fully erect dick, Dick Head pointing straight up at her face. She blushed when she caught me looking at her and diverted her gaze back to the shaver, only to revert back to staring at Dick Head again a moment later. "There are a few hairs on your ass we need to remove. Stand up and turn around and spread your ass cheeks." She was less inhibited now and readily complied. Before spreading her cheeks, she pulled off her top and sports bra and tossed them on the floor. After removing the butt hairs, I switched to the micro foil screen shaver head and removed the stubble. "Your ass will feel different now when you run and work up a sweat. It'll feel a little slimy when it gets wet. You'll get used to it. Until you do, just keep reminding yourself that you have an incredibly sexy ass." I teased her by placing the vibrating shaver against her asshole, causing her to flinch. "Stop that," she said with a giggle. "Okay, turn around and sit back down and let me finish your pussy lips." Again she readily complied, a big grin on her face. I finished removing the stubble and just before I turned the shaver off, I pressed it lightly against her clit, causing her to flinch again. "Okay, done. Feel that," I said. She ran her fingers and the palm of her hand across her bare mound. "Oh my god," she whispered, with an even bigger grin on her face, "that feels incredible." "I told you you'd like it. Now, close your eyes." She balked for a moment. "Trust me, close your eyes." With her eyes closed, I slowly and very gently traced my fingertips, with an ever so slight pressure, up and down along her outer lips, from her clit to her asshole and back again and again and again. She flinched slightly and her breathing sharpened with each pass of my fingers. I repeated the up and down motion on her inner folds, with slightly more pressure. Her juices were starting to flow, leaking down across her asshole and occasionally dripping onto my dick. I increased the pressure of my fingers again, concentrating on her clit and asshole, one set of fingers circling her clit, the tip of the middle finger of the other hand pressing on her very wet bottom hole. She gasped sharply, opened her eyes and jerked her hips when my middle finger went half way in. "Close your eyes," I said. "Concentrate on the feel of my fingers. And now the feel of my lips and tongue. Relax and enjoy it." I replaced the fingers on her clit with my lips and started sucking, while I pushed my finger all the way into her asshole and began to wiggle it sideways and up and down. She tipped her head back and let out a loud gasp, but kept her eyes closed. She took over at this point. Dick Head just might get rewarded after all. She first made short, slow forward thrusts with her hips, which increased in intensity as my lips and tongue continued to work her clit. I worked my finger in her ass counter to her thrusts, pulling back when she pulled back, sliding forward with each thrust of her hips. It was getting difficult to keep my lips on her clit, but as best I could, I gave it a hard suck each time she thrust forward. I felt it swelling against my lips. Her motions were now getting erratic, her breathing labored. Sweat was starting to coalesce and drip from her forehead and breasts, while the juices from her pussy were soaking my hand. I massaged Dick Head, working in the juices which continued to drip onto it. I could sense her orgasm building, with each increasingly erratic thrust of her hips. She suddenly let out four sharp squeals with her last four thrusts, froze for a moment, then dropped down to the bottom of the tub and leaned her forehead against my chest, her heart racing. I stroked her hair and cheek as her heart rate came back down. She looked up at me and immediately devoured my lower lip with both of hers and then buried her tongue into the roof of my mouth. "You need a bath," I said, after she released my lips. She sat quietly as I turned on the tap water to the tub and filled a plastic cup with water to rinse the hair shaving down the drain, then closed the drain and allowed the tub to begin filling with warm water. I looked at her. "What are you thinking?" I asked when I saw a tear trickle down her cheek. "I was thinking I wish I'd met you earlier," she said softly. She was thinking that after one orgasm? Dick Head would have made such a reply, but Brain said there was probably more to it than that, so Brain kept my mouth shut. Brain said we'll explore that later. Now is not the time, not when I'm sitting naked with a naked woman in a tub. I brushed the tear away and kissed her lightly on the cheeks and lips. "Let me wash your hair," I said with a slight grin. I rinsed her hair with water from the plastic cup and then lathered in the shampoo, working all of her scalp with my finger tips and finger nails. By the time I had rinsed out the soap, the tub was full. I leaned back against the tub wall, turned on the air jets and pulled her into me, my arms around her shoulders, her wet hair resting on my chest. One of her hands was gently stroking Dick Head and the veins on the side of my dick. She turned her head to look up at me. "I want your cum in me," she said. I nodded and grinned and pulled her up onto my lap. Dick Head slid right in without much of any effort or resistance. "This probably won't take long," I said in a quiet voice, "It's been awhile since I fucked anyone." "It's okay if you come too soon," she replied. "We can do it again later. And again, and again, and again," she said with a giggle. "But keep your eyes open and I will too. I want you to see who you're filling with cum and not imagining someone else." It didn't take long. Just a minute of rocking her hips back and forth and my balls exploded into her warm, wet pussy. We spent the rest of the morning, afternoon and part of the evening doing it again and again, staring at each other each time, stopping only to pee and eat. After I ran out of cum, I spent my time sucking and massaging her bare mound and clit, rubbing her g-spot and bringing her to one orgasm after another. By late evening we were laying in bed, exhausted, our heads on the same pillow, staring at each other. Dick Head and Brain were having another debate. Dick Head was wondering what it would be like to marry her and fuck her morning, noon and night, seven days a week. Brain was recommending going slow and letting things happen in due course. Brain temporarily won the debate. We continued to stare at each other. Her eyes were darting back and forth, like she wanted to say something. "What?" I asked. "I was wondering what it would be like to be married to you." She suddenly sat up and turned away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I sat up behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and chest, my chin resting on the back of her shoulder. "You're afraid," I whispered. "Afraid you might do something or not do something that would make me want to cheat on you?" "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking and her head nodding slowly. She wiped the tears away with her fingers. "Marry me and I'll promise you two things," I replied softly. "First, we'll never, ever go to bed angry with each other. And two, I'll never, never cheat on you." "You promise?" "Yes, I promise." 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