The Invitation Part 4

his cock starting to stiffen. "I think that you enjoyed it a lot more than
you make out, sweetheart. A lot more. But anyway, you're quite right. It
is only for the bash at Lucy and Mark's place, so tomorrow it's back to
boring old man underwear for you. After all, it's not as though you have a
panty fetish is it?" she laughed. "OK," she said letting go of his now
chubby cock. You have a soak for a few minutes to let all this stuff soak
into your skin and I'll be back in a bit. I have to make a phone call.
And no masturbating, OK?" And with that she turned and walked out of the
bathroom, leaving Jack even more confused than ever.

True to her word, Sally was back 15 or so minutes later. "OK," she
said. "That should be about it. Stand up for me sweetheart."

Jack rose, standing ankle deep in the milky bathwater, and noticing a
certain softness to his skin that was unusual. Sally looked closely at his
skin and ran the tips of her fingers across the newly bald area where,
until the previous day, his pubic hair had been. "Hmm. You need a shave,"
she pronounced. "OK. Pass me the razor honey, and let's get you sorted
out. You don't want to be going to the party all stubbly now, do you?" Her
tone of voice indicated that it was not a question.

Sally reached for a bar of Dove and told Jack to raise his arms. She
rubbed the Dove bar between her hands and then applied a generous measure
of the soft lather to each of his underarms. Then, efficiently and
effectively she shaved each underarm, working from the bottom up.
Lathering her hands again, Sally applied the foam to Jacks nipples and
removed the tiny amount of regrowth before repeating the operation on the
line between his navel and his genitals, but stopping short of his pubis.

"Put your leg on the side of the bath," she ordered.

"Which one?" "It really doesn't matter, silly. One at a time."

Jack raised his left foot and placed it on the rim of the bath,