Camming down the rabbit hole Ch2

Going back to the bag I emptied it out on the sofa, and sure enough there was a small selection of makeup. A few shads of lipstick, foundation, a little compact with 8 shades of blusher, some mascara and bingo, a little tube of moisturiser. It was only meant for hands, but with my body now slightly itchy all over it would have to do. I squirted the cool cream into my hands and spread it all up my legs and body, down my arms and everywhere I could reach.

Well not quite everywhere, I squeezed the last out of the tube and spread it on my ass, making sure to get everywhere I had put the hair remover on. Realising I needed to do my dick as well I saved a little and applied it to my cock and balls. By now they had shrunk back to their usual dormant state. Which for me was always very underwhelming. As I’ve said before, I’m a grower, but whenever I cum really hard it seems to shrivel back to a particularly small size and today was no exception.

With just a 1.5inch nub sticking out and my smooth balls hanging tightly below a completely hairless pubic mound, it really didn’t look like a dick. Maybe Biggie was right, and I really should call it a clit. The thought lingered a little and I went to my boxers draw and pulled a pair out. With my newly moisturised smooth legs they felt so very rough as I drew them up my legs the thought of the other panties and things in the overnight bag came to mind.

I pulled the boxers off and tossed them back in the draw, on the sofa were 3 sets to choose from. All quite girly with either hearts or bows on them, but the most comfortable looking ones were black and a soft cotton with only a small number of frills. I stepped into them and pulled them up. As I settled into them I luxuriated at how the soft material felt against my sensitive skin. Way better than the boxers, they were perhaps a bit sung, but it actually felt quite nice having my cock and balls supported and the way they encased my ass wasn’t so bad either.

I walked over to the mirror to look at myself. They fit great and I didn’t look totally stupid in them. I wondered what the bra would fit like and without thinking grabbed it and stepped back to the mirror to watch myself put it on. Settling it into position I smiled with pride, it fit great and was very comfortable, much more so than the lacy bra and thong I had worn for the show.