As Richard led me downstairs from his bedroom, I was still kind of dully excited.As Richard led me downstairs from his bedroom, I was still kind of dully excited. It's the sort of thing that happens to me occasionally when I get sexually excited up to a point - but have no climax. My pussy is tender, kind of itchy/achy deep inside the flesh of the lips. My clitoris is swollen and I feel little shocks of pleasure when I walk. I was still very wet - he had given me no opportunity to wipe myself off or anything - and I was intensely conscious of that, since I would never just walk around like that. As we passed my bedroom, he told me he would meet me downstairs in the living room. I went in, found the paper and pen in the dressing table, where he said it would be, and wrote down the name of the stockings as I had been instructed. Then I went into the bathroom to "brush my hair". The hairbrush he had spoken of was on a counter to the right of the sink. As I picked it up, I saw that it was round, with bristles all around. It had a small head - almost like a child's brush, I thought. I raised my skirt and pettycoat up with my left hand and, looking in the mirror to see what I was doing, I began to brush my pubic hair. I had never done this before, and I was surprised at how good it felt. Of course, I was so excited that any attention paid to the area around my pussy was going to be pleasurable. |