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I stepped into the shower and turned the shower head downwards so that the water wasn't pouring over me and washing the suds away before I could use them. I took the can of shave gel and squirted a good blob into my hand. Time to tidy my garden area. I rubbed across my mons first and then my upper thighs, then along my labia, that gave me a nice feeling, and I was ready. I had a new blade in my razor and pressed the on button, I could hear, and feel, the buzzing of the vibrating blade.
I started going left to right across my mons and then up and down, my last down stroke running along my labia. My thighs were next, and finally, my treat, I gently touched the hood of my clitoris with the vibrating head.
Oh goodness me, even though I knew what to expect, and the effect was muted because of my hood, my breath held and my knees sagged as pulses of pleasure shot out, my fingers and toes crinkling, oh that felt so good. The pulses grew, the tension grew and then the explosion, my orgasm hit and blasted pleasure throughout my body, I could hardly stand, oh that was a good one.
I stood for a moment, just gathering my senses, and then raised the shower head and washed myself, rinsing all the gel from my shaving away. I got out of the shower and patted myself dry with a towel. I wiped deodoriser in my arm pits, under my arms and along my inner thighs. A spray of OUD here and there and I was done.
In the bedroom I opened my undies drawer. Pale blue I decided. Satin boy shorts and a lace underwired bra, my boobs a bit too large to go unsupported. I stepped into my panties and pulled them up, I ran my hand over the outside, no seams rubbing where they shouldn't, my sex perfectly sensitive to the touch. Boy shorts nice and tight to my body. Slipped my arms into my bra straps, hands behind my back and clipped together. I slipped my hand into my left cup and pulled my boob up, then my right boob, all done, all sitting nicely. I jiggled, no discomfort. Perfect
A simple blue sundress with yellow accents, I stepped into it and pulled the stringy straps over my shoulders. I stood back and looked in the mirror, my reflection was smiling and looked good. Just my hair. Urgh. I grabbed a brush, dipped my head forward and brushed all the crinkles out, luckily no knots, stood up straight and re-brushed. I gathered my hair in my left hand and used my right to wrap a scrunchie around. Good, nice high pony, that would look good I decided. Canvas wedges completed my look. Excellent. I was ready.
I was preparing as I had been invited to a BBQ in the back garden of next door but one. I know most of the occupants in this estate are families and I am on my own, but I see that as no good reason not to mingle, and an opportunity to feed my ever-growing need. I grabbed a bottle of prosecco, dropped my mobile, some tampons, and door key in my clutch and left, letting the door lock itself as it shut behind me. I had a spare key hidden in the garden in case of emergencies, never needed yet, hoped it never would, and set off to next door but one.
Note on the front door said, 'we're round the back, come through the gate', and so I did. As I went through the gate, I could hear the general hubbub of people talking, kids laughing and some seventies rock music playing on speakers. The sounds were good.
"Helloooo" I called to everyone assembled and to no one in particular. Dave, host, and Mari, female hostess, both waved and walked over to me.
"Oh, so glad you could come," said Mari, as Dave took the Prosecco.
"I love to come," I said laughing and looking Dave straight in the eyes, before turning to Mari, "so good that the weather held."
"Oh yes Tina, we are so blessed. But we had a plan B, we have a couple of Marquees we could put up, and of course the conservatory, but good weather is always preferred. Now, let's get you a drink." She took my arm and steered me to the decorating table filled with bottles.
"Oh something fizzy please," I said.
"Luckily," Dave said, "we have some Prosecco."
"Oh that would be perfect," I laughed. Looking around I could see many of the neighbours as well as a few faces I didn't know. Like most gatherings, the men mostly hung around with each other, never far from the bar or the BBQ, their key skill seemed to be an ability to place themselves at the optimum distance from both. The women also gathered and mostly spent time watching the kids as they almost got into trouble, but always pulled them back just in time.
I saw a face I didn't recognise, a solitary man, and I wandered across, Prosecco in hand. "Hi, I'm Tina." He could be my first.
"Hi," he answered, Scottish I decided, "I'm Charles, pleased to meet you Tina. Nice name by the way."
"Thank you, my name is actually Katarina, but, for some unknown reason, I am always known as Tina."
"Oh, Russian parents or ancestors perhaps?"
"Georgian, great grandparents, got away from the persecution when they could."
"Wise. I am from Aberdeenshire, a country lad, but from a largeish family that traces itself back to the days of an Independent Scotland."
"And would you like that again? Independence?"
"Och nay, the union is stronger together, but let's not talk politics. What do you do?"
"Oh as little as possible. I am an accountant, as was my husband, and I just take a few private and select clients these days, just enough to keep the coffers topped up."
"And your husband? He doesn't seem to be here?"
"No, His Majesty declined to allow him to attend."
"Er, no, not sure I understand."
"He is my ex-husband now, and is in jail, so, no he isn't here."
"Och lassie, not what I expected you to say that is for sure."
