“Okay,” I whispered.”
Foster unlocked the stupid handcuffs and helped me sit up, slipping a padded seat of sorts behind and under me before helping me sit back down. I was almost all the way out of the water now, the suds teasing my skin, my breasts and my pussy out in the open and bare to them. It’s not like I didn’t trim around down there, I’d just been…busy. Busy with life, with traveling to meet my mom and Frank.
Oh, right, and busy with being kidnapped.
Gareth’s hands went to my thighs, making me gasp as he gripped them gently and pulled my feet out of the water and up over the sides of the tub. I blushed, even more on display for him now, and the hungry look in his eyes gave away that he wasn’t exactly being impartial to the view.
“Shh, just relax, baby,” Foster murmured in my ear, stroking my cheek. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Gareth leaned in and brought out a little dish of what looked like soap and a small brush. He began to stroked the brush through the white soap, getting it frothy and foamy, before slowly bringing it between my legs.
He looked up at me. “This ain’t gonna hurt one bit darlin. Just sit still, and relax.”
Foster moved away from me, and I could hear him doing something behind me before suddenly, I gasped as I felt him step right into the tub behind me. His bare, muscled chest grazed over my back as he sat on the little seat behind me, and I swallowed thickly as I felt his bare cock hot against my ass. His arms circled around me, cupping my breasts and lightly stroking the nipples, bringing a moan to my lips.
“Door locked?” Gareth said, glancing at him with a smirk.
“Yup.”
“Mitch finds you in the fucking tub with her, he’s gonna cut your balls off.”
“I’d like to see him fucking try,” Foster growled. “Besides, he’s off in his office today. The door’s locked, man.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. “You alright, gorgeous?”
“I— yeah.” I blushed for the hundredth time, turning to grin at him. “The, uh, the naked man sitting in the bathtub with me playing with my breasts is somehow taking my mind off the whole ‘being kidnapped for ransom’ thing.”
Foster chuckled. “Good to know.”
I gasped, suddenly turning back to Gareth at the feel of something soft and wet against my pussy. I moaned as he dragged the foamy brush over my lips and the mound of my pussy, teasing me and working it into a lather.
And he was grinning. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He finished lathering and set aside the brush, and my eyes went wide as he brought the blade back out.
“Just hold still, beautiful. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
The blade was hot from the steamy water as he touched it to my skin, right above my pussy. With a deft, practiced motion, Gareth slowly dragged the blade down at an angle, right through the small patch of hair above my pussy.
I moaned.
Shit, this was way different than any salon or esthetician, or any lady bic shower-shave I’d given myself.
This was fucking hot.
I felt sexy, and erotic, and instantly on edge with need as the muscled, tattooed, rough looking man gently dragged the blade across my most intimate area, cleaning every bit of hair from me. I moaned quietly and leaned back into Foster’s chest, looking down with rapt attention as Gareth slowly began to shave any trace of hair from my pussy.
As he slowly worked his way across, swiping, dipping the blade in the water, and then bringing it back up, I began to feel more and more aroused. Adding to my arousal, Foster’s hands on my breasts were starting to do more than stroke. He began to get bolder, his hands cupping them, gently squeezing them, pinching at my nipples. I could feel his cock grow to its full and huge size against my ass, his pulse beating hot against my skin.
I started to moan in spite of myself, closing my eyes and letting out a gasp as Foster’s hands and fingers sent electric tremors from my nipples down through my core. Gareth chuckled as he continued to clean up the spots he’d missed. His thick fingers moved to touch my pussy, pulling my skin tight as he delicately shaved the sensitive areas to the side. There was something so damn hot about a man this rough being so freaking delicate with me, when I knew he could pick me up, toss me around, and have his way with me as hard as he wanted.
Finally, he set the blade down to the side and began to gently splash water up onto me, using his hands to wash me clean of the shaving foam. I looked down, moaning slightly as how damn sexy it looked, shaved bare and clean and pink, with his strong hands resting on either side on my thighs.
Gareth looked up and grinned wickedly at me as he leaned closer. My pulse jumped, my breath coming deeper and faster as he leaned oh so close to my sensitive pussy. I shuddered and moaned even louder when his tongue suddenly slipped delicately up my bare slit, every single little bump on his hot wet tongue grazing against every millimeter of now-smooth skin. It felt like nothing I’d ever imagined, and as he dragged his powerful tongue across my folds, I felt myself convulse and shudder in pleasure against him.
Foster’s mouth found my neck, sucking and nibbling at me as I leaned into his hard chest. Gareth’s lips suddenly latched around my throbbing clit, and he began to gently suck as his tongue swirled around and around the aching nub. I gasped and cried out as my body seized and shook under his mouth, the feeling so much more bare and erotic on my freshly shaved skin down there. With a gasp, I came, my body wracking with shudders as my hands grasped at Gareth’s hair.
He stood as I lay into Foster panting, his shorts hitting the floor and his big, thick cock jumping out. I moaned as Foster’s powerful arms suddenly slipped me off his lap and flipped me around onto my knees in the tub. He pulled the title seat out and tossed it aside as he perched on the edge in front of me, his cock thick and hanging heavy right in front of my face.
“You want this, don’t you?” he growled, his hand wrapping around the shaft and pumping it slowly as we locked eyes. I whimpered, and then moaned as I felt Gareth slip into the tub behind me. His hands stroked my back, my ass, and my thighs, before they moved between my legs to stroke my pussy.
Foster reached out and cupped my jaw, and I locked eyes with him as I twisted my face into his hand and sucked his thumb into my mouth. He groaned deeply, jerking his cock as he pulled me closer. I dropped his finger from my mouth as I opened my lips, wrapped them around his head, and slowly inhaled his cock.