Returning to the bathroom, I picked up the razor and shavingcream I used for my face. I stripped naked and got into the shower. Isprayed my legs with ...ot water before lathering up one leg just above theankle. Slowly I dragged my razor from my ankle about an inch toward myknee. The razor cleared away the shaving cream leaving behind a lot ofhair. I looked at the razor and saw a bunch of hair there too. I rinsedthe blade off under the faucet and ran the razor across the same patchagain. Again,. She would rarely carry a handbag, or use very much make-up, she would normally carry any money or credit cards she needed in her tightly belted fawn raincoat pocket. To the casual onlooker, she gave the impression that she had no clothes on underneath her raincoat, giving the erotic effect that she had possibly just crawled out of bed and was probably wearing little or nothing except the raincoat itself.She would normally wear plain black leather court shoes with heels of about 1.1⁄2 to 2"in. We had kissed, I had helped him shag, even sucked him while he had stripped me and fingered me. I had become used to satisfying myself by getting fingered by him.The only thing we had not done was sex and here I was broken up and single.It was Aditi’s 21st bday and we were all partying at Rush, a new club back then in Mumbai. I was 21 with raging hormones, a decent height of 5.4 and figure of 34 29 32.Was in my crop top and skirt showing a lot of my skin and dancing. Was openly flirting with. Without being told what was required here.His tongue was sweeping in broad openness over the skin shapes of her smooth shaved sexuality, parting the padded protective flesh to get to the compellingly inner sensitivity; the viscous, gossamer gash of wetness ...her moisture hole waiting to be filled by his probing tongue.Eva was the sort of woman you will never control, the sort of woman you can only hope to meet and the sort of young woman you dream of licking out and the woman you will always.