Chapter 17: Neighbors Also Have a Life

“They covered the room with clothing, sheets, pillows, stuffed animals, and laid on the bed, all four, in tears from laughter. They fought, but they loved each other, and their friends knew that. I don’t know which one had the idea to start a water fight, but they emptied their water bottles, then rushed to the washroom and kitchen to get more water. They soaked the house, well, most of the house, the hallway anyway, and of course, each other, drowned rats,” Mrs. Reynolds said. She gasped on every fourth or fifth word as I washed her kitty. The sun behind me warmed the back of my neck, and with my head to the side, highlighted her kitty, red, wet, hairy, wide lips at the top, and with darker skin. Her feet kept slipping off the sofa, so I had to lean on her right foot to keep it on, and the water in the bowl beside my knee swirled as I bumped it.

“You can’t just wash it, you need to shave it at some point,” she said and wiggled her hips. I blushed, nodded, and rinsed a razor. The shaving cream foamed in my hand, but between my wash and her leakage, it ran down like white water as I smeared over her pubic hair, but enough clung. I don’t want to say that I may have added too much because I wanted to touch her kitty and the area around it, but I did use a lot, and it dribbled down past her asshole, onto the edge of the couch, and made a large, wet spot on the pink, ripped towel I’d placed on the floor.

“So, completely wet, their clothes wet, the husband and I pushed them into their room and told them not to bother us. We had, of course, installed the camera, at first to make sure they didn’t kill each other, but then to watch, and laugh, at their antics,” Mrs. Reynolds said, as she panted and stuttered, while I carefully shaved each hair. Her kitty leaked and made stretching the skin to get each hair a slippery challenge. I gripped the plastic pink razor handle between my right index finger and thumb, which, due to her juices, my sweat, the soap, the water, and the shaving cream, I kept fumbling. My other fingers pushed at her skin, around her vulva, and her mons, to get at the hair, and maybe, to touch her more. Her twitches, moans, and wiggles made the progress glorious and slow.

“Well, two boys, two girls, teenagers, all four sexy, the boys with ripped bodies and huge erections, which pushed out against their wet pants, and the girls, busty, curvy, under their wet clothing.”

As I removed the hair above, my own kitty twitched and itched and needed a good pet. Five hairs at a time, stroke, rinse, adjust, push the skin tight, stroke, rinse, adjust, as sweat rolled down my back, caused me to itch. I stayed focused on the task at hand and only half listened to what she said. Mrs. Reynolds didn’t make it easy, but I enjoyed that she enjoyed it, and while I loved each time I removed some hair, I also dreaded when I would finish the task.