Hotsy-Totsy Haircut

“Bobbie-baby, come to me. And bring some clean towels with you,” I exclaim, entering our Chicago apartment. I’ve just returned from a prosperous trip to New York, finishing some business for Mr. Capone. Bobbie and I have shared this space for months, but in two days she will be leaving to join the Canadian team in Amsterdam for the 1928 Olympics.

Bobbie walks to me, holding a short stack of towels. Her athletic legs taunting me with each sway of her hips. “Strip and sit on my lap, I have something for us to try. Leave your stockings, garter and cute little hat, everything else can go.”

Folding and placing each item neatly, Bobbie discards her dress, then her slip. Her toned body makes my mouth run dry. Her legs are shapely and muscular, strong and lean. They lead to a perfectly plump ass. Each cheek perfection as she pulls the slip up to display her thin, tapered waist and delicate back. Turning, her small, pert tits come into view. Each topped with a perfectly shaped peak, waiting to be plucked.

“Let me taste those delicious cherries, Bobbie-baby.” Placing her hands on my shoulders, she bends over and offers me her nipples. Each begging to be licked and bitten. I continue my ministrations until a low moan escapes from her perfectly rouged lips.

Releasing her with an audible pop, I grab one thigh, then the other, pulling her to straddle my hips. Her pussy is gloriously on display, the air becoming saturated with the scent of her arousal. From behind me, I pull out a box. “I received this as a gift today, something to try before it becomes the next big thing. I thought we would try it together. Remove my jacket and unbutton my shirt. That’s a good girl.”

Finishing her task, Bobbie runs her crimson nails down my chest. I let out a hiss from the unexpected accompanying pain. She smiles at me in that way she does. The way that says she knows what she’s doing to me, but is enjoying herself.

I pull out the contraption, saying, “They call it an electric razor. It’s made for shaving. Should we test it out? Some man named Schick from Connecticut thinks it’ll replace modern razors. He exchanged it for a case of whiskey. Poor schmuck. Plug it in will you?”

Turning it on, a hum fills the air. Bobbie lets out a giggle and says softly, “it tickles.” Laughing with her, I stop as she pushes the electric razor to my face, the vibrations from the contraption sending a shiver down my spine. Bobbie runs the razor over the dips and valleys, ensuring she’s doing a good job. The look of concentration on her beautiful face makes me smile.

“How does it feel, Sir? She asks me quietly. Such a sweet girl, this one.

“Different, and yet like nothing is happening. It does work, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Sir, quite well. It doesn’t cut your skin or pull your hair, does it?”

“No, not at all. It’s quite pleasant.”

Once finished, Bobbie runs a dry towel over my face, removing any stray hairs. Splashing some aftershave on her hands, she applies both to my face, ensuring that it is rubbed in well. The sting that usually accompanies the Aqua Velva is missing, and I sigh in relief. I never did care for that burn.

“Your turn Bobbie-Baby.”

“Me, Sir? I don’t have a beard and please don’t say I have a mustache.” She says with a little laugh.

“Oh, no Bobbie-baby, I wasn’t thinking of shaving your face. Just your pussy.”

I let the words hang in the air. As realization dawns on her, she rewards me with a shy smile.

“What will my coach say, Sir, when he sees that I am as hairless as a serpent?

“He will be envious and think that you look much improved in your little running shorts, won’t he?”

“Yes, sir.” She replies, averting her eyes.

“Over there on the sofa, legs open. I want to see you.”

Getting up from my lap, Bobbie walks to the sofa and lays down, opening her legs so her vulva is exposed. She takes a breath and then another. Keeping her eyes on me, I watch as she relaxes the longer I leave her there.

Taking a breath of my own and licking my lips, I grab the electric razor and walk to her. Removing my shirt, I kneel beside the sofa and run one finger through Bobbie’s hot flesh. She’s moist and opens nicely to my touch. Running my finger up and down her slit, I let her moisture accumulate on my finger before pulling it out and placing it on my tongue. I suck her juices, watching her eyes hood in arousal as I do. This woman is perfect.

“I think your hair may be too long Bobbie-baby. I’m going to trim you with scissors first.”

Grabbing a pair, I return and stare mesmerized as with each snip, more of her flesh becomes available. As the hair becomes shorter, her pussy becomes more delicious looking, and I can’t wait to get a taste. When there is only stubble left, I run a towel through her folds to remove any loose hairs and run my tongue through her core. Her hips buck as he pushes herself into my mouth, trying to make me devour more of her.

When I pull back, she sags in relief. Grabbing the electric razor, I ask “Ready?” Without waiting for a replay, I turn it on and listen as the hum once again fills the air. Letting my hand descend to her vulva, I pull her skin taught and press the contraption to her mound. The vibrations run up my arm and I get a new idea.

Letting out a small laugh Bobbie whispers, “It tickles, Sir, like your mouth when you kiss me there.” After removing the hair from the top of her slit, I reposition the razor so I’m holding the blade end away from her and then push the handle onto her swollen nub. Letting out a long moan, she opens her legs farther and pushes up to meet the vibrations.

“That feels heavenly, Sir. Please, may I come?”

Pulling the razor back fast, I slap her thigh and hiss, “No, naughty Bobbie, you need to wait until I say. The same as always. Hands under your head.”

Placing her hands where I’ve asked, Bobbie opens her legs farther. I continue the hair removal, rubbing the sides of her entrance and her clitoris with my finger, but not giving her enough to reach climax. When all is removed. I run my fingers along her bare pussy, fascinated by the smooth skin left behind.

“So smooth, Bobbie-baby. Feel.” Grabbing her hand, I place it on her mound. “Do you feel that smooth skin? You look so beautiful hairless.”

Running her fingers tentatively through her folds, Bobbie sighs when she feels the silky skin. I watch as she becomes more curious, slipping her fingers over her labia, and dipping them into her wet hole. I listen as her pussy sucks her fingers, filling the space with the sound of her wet thrusts.

“Stop, Bobbie-Baby, I know it feels good, but I’m not done with you yet.”

Frowning, Bobbie removes her hand and places it back under her head. Resuming my position, I reapply the razor to her button, pushing harder and letting up as her moans turn to groans and sighs. Knowing she is close I place two fingers at her entrance and plunge them deeply. Her back bows off the sofa giving me better access. Not being able to handle anymore, I turn off the razor and bury my face in her warm heat.

Her fluids taste delicious as they drip out onto my tongue. Each lap bringing more of the musk, each lick making my mouth fill with saliva. I run my tongue in tight circles, bringing Bobbie close to the crest of her arousal. Rubbing the raised and textured piece inside her, I apply pressure until I feel her pussy contract around my fingers. Removing my mouth, I push my fingers harder into her.

“I can’t hold it anymore, Sir. I’m going to come,” Bobbie all but screams at me. Her eyes are hooded, her mouth open and slack as her impending orgasm fills her.

“Okay, Bobbie-Baby, you can come. Now!”

Her whole body tightens and then relaxes as gush after gush of fluid pours from her. My hand becomes covered in her thick white juice with each contraction of her pussy. Once she’s stopped squirming on my hand, I remove my fingers and give her one final lick with my tongue, reveling in the taste of her.

“Very nice, Bobbie-baby. That was most pleasurable to watch. Lick my hand clean and then get dressed, we have a going away party to attend, and the guest of honor can’t be late.”

Bobbie Rosenfeld was a real Canadian athlete who did attend the 1928 Olympics in Amsterdam. Her team won gold for the 100 meter relay race.

Colonel Jacob Schick invented the electric razor and patented it in 1928, in Stamford, Conneticuit. It became a big hit in 1931.

Al Capone, known as Scarface was the Chicago outfit Mafia boss during prohibition.

There is no record that these people knew each other or that Mr. Capone had a man working for him in New York. But it made a really great story!

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