tiny shorts, and she didn’t want to be hairy. Surely just a couple more minutes in the shower wouldn’t hurt. All of the other employees were probably already settled at home in bed.
She quickly shaved her armpits and then moved on to her legs. She had long legs that made up most of her five-foot-seven height, and she enjoyed the feeling of sliding the razor over her own skin. After a few short minutes, she was feeling decidedly more feminine and hygienic and decided to go one more step and shave her pussy clean as well. She had never liked leaving herself unkempt, but in the past Robert had forced her to keep herself waxed, because he didn’t like the prickly short hairs as they grew back. She didn’t have the funds or the desire to go through that torture, but a quick shave wouldn’t hurt.
She lathered the shaving gel over her mound, and then lifting her foot to the ledge of the bathtub she ran the razor gently over her lips. Her clit throbbed at the motion, and her legs trembled slightly. She had especially sensitive skin, and just touching herself in this small way left her craving more. Robert had never been able to bring her to orgasm, but she had learned quickly how to do it for herself. She couldn’t count the number of fake climaxes she had screamed out while in bed with him. Usually, the second he finished, he would jump out of bed to take a shower, and she would finish herself off.
After removing every stray hair from her mound, she rinsed herself clean and then let her finger slip between her pussy lips. Just brushing the tip of her finger over her clit sent a hot tremor through her spine, and she moved her hand lower to slide her finger deep inside herself. She moaned softly and then stiffened when she heard a masculine groan to match. Looking up, she found herself staring through the clear shower curtain into the glittering, lust-filled blue eyes of Tyce Dawson, and she screamed.
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Tyce stepped back at her scream, startled that the goddess in his shower had reacted to him in such a frightened manner. When he had stopped back by the bar to pick up the night’s receipts, he had never intended to stay. He had just grabbed the envelope from behind the bar when he heard the sound of the shower in the private bathroom running. Pausing, he considered calling the sheriff and decided to investigate the intruder himself first. After all, how dangerous could a person be standing naked in a shower? He pulled out his cell phone, ready to call the sheriff in case it became necessary, and crept quietly through the offices to the bathroom door.
He could not have prepared himself for the sight that greeted him when he silently pushed the door open. The smoking-hot bartender that he had been dreaming about for the last month was delightfully naked in the shower just a few feet away from him, humming a tune like she didn’t have a care in the world. Going rock hard in an instant, he had to physically adjust his stance to make room for his thick cock in his jeans. He knew he should have spoken up right away, but he couldn’t find his voice or any coherent words. He watched as she bent, facing away from him so that he had a perfect view of her luscious, round ass, and proceeded to shave her legs.
Tyce had never seen a woman shaving her legs in front of him, and he was surprised how sexy the sight was. He watched the little pink razor as it slid from her delicate ankle all the way up to her upper thigh, and then did it again and again. When she finally stopped shaving her legs and began rinsing the shaving cream from her body, he figured the jig was up. He was going to announce his presence and let her know she was caught, but then she had done the unimaginable.
For the longest two minutes of his life he watched her rub the thick, white shaving cream over her pussy and then slide the razor over her pale-pink skin. His vision spun, and his blood pressure spiked as he clenched his hands into fists to keep