Out in the yard, Angie and Beth were already soaking in the hot bubbling

spa. Beth wore a new bright orange one-piece swimsuit which did little

to hide her youthful figure. She was a bit thinner than her sister, but

despite that, I could perceive the similarities she held with Angie.

As Lolita and I stepped down into the hot water, Beth climbed out and

went to the patio table and poured four glasses of Chardonnay Lolita had

bought in a small winery store in California. She handed us each a glass

and then joined us in the water again... Before sitting down, she held

up her glass. "This is to my Sissie, and to my wonderful new

friends...and employers." Then Beth sat down.

I stood. "To you, Beth. You're a courageous young woman, and I know you

will have a good future."

As we sat there soaking, sipping the fine wine, Lolita initiated a

dialogue with Beth.

"Beth, did you finish high school?"

"Um... I don't know. All the schooling I had was at home."

"Well, I guess the best way to start is by testing you. Can you type?"

"A little, I guess."

"Good. A couple of our housekeepers at the hospital have been taking

some high-school-level courses online. That would be a good thing to get

your education going. I'll find out where the sites are."

"Online? What does that mean?"

"On the Internet. With a computer." said Angie.

"I don't know anything about computers!"

"Don't worry, Beth." I said. All three of us do, and we'll get you up to

speed in no time."

Lolita said: "Nick works with computers in his business. He's the real

expert."

At that point, I stretched, and feigned a yawn.

"I think it's time to go to bed."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Yeah'" said Lolita. "I'm bushed, too."

"That's what the Dair is for." I said, playfully. Angie choked down a

laugh.

"What?" asked Beth.

"Never mind." I said. "It was a bad joke."

I got out of the hot tub and toweled myself off. Lolita did likewise.

I said to Angie: "Don't forget to turn the tub off.... And show Beth how

to work the controls."

"Yes, Sir." said Angie, giving me a mock salute.

Lolita and I made our way up to the top suite, stopping to grab some

clothes for the next day. Beth's presence in the house dictated a bit

more modesty than that which we had been practicing in the recent past.

We both went into the bathroom to remove our wet swimwear, which we hung

up to dry. Then we embraced once more.

"Dair." chuckled Lolita. "You're bad."

"Yup." I said proudly, "I'm the best at being bad."

"Okay..." she said, let's grab some towels. She reached into the

bathroom linen closet, and grabbed a beach towel and a hand towel. Then

she took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where she spread the bath

towel on the bed.

"Lie down and relax, bad boy."

I complied, centering my abdomen over the oversized terry cloth.

Lolita went back to the bathroom. I heard water running and a drawer

opening and closing. Lolita returned, carrying a bowl, which was nearly

full of clear hot water. She placed this on the nightstand. Next, she

donned a pair of surgical gloves, and sat on the edge of the bed, in a

position where she could comfortably reach me. She reached out and ran

her gloved hand over my chest and belly. Her movements allowed her

lovely and firm breasts to swing alluringly.

"You know," she remarked, "You're in pretty good shape for an old fart."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I replied, "You're not too shabby either, for an old

biddy."

Lolita gave me a playful slug on the chin.

"Okay," she said reaching for my flaccid member, "Let's see what we need

to do here."

She got down close, so she could examine my penis..

"Hmm... There is a bit of stubble here. Itch?"

"Some." I said.

"Well, we'll take care of that."

Lolita continued fondling me and before I knew it, I was fully erect.

All of a sudden, Lolita's mouth plunged over my erection, taking me to

the hilt, and then she slowly withdrew. I could feel her tongue pressing

against my frenulum as she dragged it back.

"Mmmm..." I said. "I thought you were going to defoliate me."

"I am,“ she replied, "It's just easier when you're hard. No wrinkles to

mess with."

"Is this how you prep patients at the hospital?"

"No... We use barbers' shears and get it as close as we can. We no

longer do a close shave."

Lolita took the tube of Dair and squeezed a generous amount on her

gloved hand. Then she began rubbing it on my member. She took some more

from the tube and applied it to her hand again. This time she reached

for my scrotum and fondled me there with the Nair-coated glove. Soon, my

entire crotch was covered with the caustic cream.

"Okay." she ordered. "Flip over."

"Huh?

"Can't have a clean cock and a hairy ass." she said. "Flip over!"

I complied, beginning to feel the heat of the cream she had applied to

my crotch. Lolita served herself some more depilatory cream and began

rubbing it on my cheeks, taking care not to go above the tan line at my

waist or below the ones on my legs. She was thorough, paying special

attention to the crack between the cheeks. She avoided the area

immediately around my anus, though.

"Okay... now we wait a couple of minutes and let this stuff work."

"It's starting to burn, Baby." I said.

"Don't be a ninny. We'll have it off in a little bit."

She pulled off the gloves and reached for my back, which she massaged.

Lolita had a knack for knowing where the tension was before she even

touched. And she went right to work in these areas. Soon I forgot about

the heat of the cream which was doing its work on my abdomen. If I

hadn't been so sexually excited so recently, I would have fallen asleep.

Instead, I was brought back to consciousness by my lover, as she used

the wet hand towel to remove the depilatory cream from my backside. Once

she was satisfied with her work on my rear, she spoke up.

"Okay. On your back again."

My still-hard penis sprung out as I turned back over. Skillfully, and

after rinsing and wringing the towel, she removed the cream from my

crotch, paying special attention to my sensitive scrotum. It felt good,

once the burning subsided.

"Okay... You're done." she said briskly. "My turn." She added: "But I

don't want Dair...It's a good old-fashioned razor for me."

"But... I thought..." I started.

"I use Dair for my legs and armpits, but I won't go near my special

places with it. I'm too sensitive down there."

So we got up and replaced the towel on the bed, and we gathered up a

fresh bowl of hot water, and my shaving cup and brush, along with a

ladies' razor.

Lolita placed herself in the same position that I had so recently had.

"Ready?"

The first thing I did was to admire the beauty of her firm and tanned

physique, which contrasted so nicely against the white beach towel. I

yielded to temptation and began by fondling her bulbous breasts and

nipping her nipples with controlled bites. Lolita gave a mild gasp.

"Aaah! Mmmm..." she cooed. "I thought you were going to defoliate me."

I said nothing but instead plunged my head between her thighs and began

artfully licking at Lolita's petals, until I exposed her clitoris, which

then received the bulk of my tongue's attention. She squirmed slightly,

letting out a loud sigh. I stopped licking and got up.

"It's better when you're hard." I said mockingly, "No wrinkles to mess

with."

"You...son of a...." she exclaimed, as her crotch humped at empty air.

I busied myself with the shaving soap and the brush, working up a rich

hot lather. Then I began by applying the soap to Lolita's lower belly,

briskly whipping up the foam as I daubed it on. I stopped at her vulva,

and reached for the razor. As I stroked her smooth skin, the fine

stubble came off easily, and I had soon denuded her of the hair she had

grown there. I wiped that area off and went for the cup and brush again,

once more whipping up a foamy lather. I signaled that she should open

wide, and she complied. I applied some foam to either side of her lovely

flower and then to where the hair ended. Then, using my free hand to

close her lips, I ran the razor through the area, doing my best to

follow the contours of her inner thighs. It wasn't long before I was

satisfied with my work, and I took the damp wash rag to the area and

cleaned off the excess soap. A final inspection revealed that I had

indeed been thorough.

"Okay." I said.

Lolita reached down and ran her fingers across the area.

"Mmmm..." she cooed. "That feels nice."

I took her hand and bade her to rise, then led her back to the bathroom,

where we shared a lazy session in the shower, washing each other and

rinsing off what little remained of Dair and shaving soap. We toweled

each other off, and then, while Lolita blew off her hair with her dryer,

I gathered up the items we had used at the bed and put them away.

Lolita then joined me in the bedroom and we embraced, exchanging kisses

and running our hands over each others' bodies.

"Well, Ma'am," I said, "What is your pleasure now?"

"Mmm..." she cooed. "I just want to love you."

We collapsed, together, on to the bed, and once again our hands explored

one another's bodies, as our lips found those special exciting places,

educing light gasps and low moans. Soon we were in a sixty-nine

position, on our sides, and I busied myself once more with Lolita's

lovely lower lips, teasing and titillating, flicking at the tiny

sensitive little knob that they sheathed. Lolita's expert mouth worked

its marvelous magic on my member, bringing it to the ultimate level of

firmness. It wasn't long before we were lost in an ecstatic rhythm of

motion, as Lolita hungrily moved her crotch, seeking the attentions of

my tongue, and I matched her mouth's movements with controlled thrusts,

expressing my delight with involuntary sighs and low moans.

Lolita's thrusts against my face increased in tempo as her breathing

became louder and faster. Before I knew it, she tensed against me and,

victim to my insistent tongue, I felt her release as she gloried in an

intense climax. As she lay there recovering her breath, my tongue

wandered beyond her lips as I moved toward the lovely pink rosebud that

was her anus. I wetly circled her rear opening and then pressed the tip

of my tongue against her sphincter. She reacted by once again giving a

slight gasp, then cooing her pleasure. She willed herself to relax,

allowing my tongue to invade her nether orifice, at the same time

renewing her efforts with her mouth, on my turgid member. All the while,

she pressed a finger against my own anus and I willed myself to allow

her entry and she slowly pressed forward until her highest knuckle was

at my entrance. She expertly found my prostate and began a gentle,

teasing massage. The pressure within my loins began to peak, and soon I

was lost in the throes of an explosive orgasm. Lolita swallowed

virtually every drop of my fluid, as I relaxed, still kissing her

beautiful pink rosette.

We disengaged, and Lolita got up to wash her hands. I lolled on the bed

until she returned and rejoined me. Once again we exchanged gentle

kisses. It soon became evident that Lolita wasn't quite satisfied for

the evening, as she reached down and skillfully brought my member back

to attention. I followed her lead and used my finger to reach up and

locate the elusive Grafenberg spot that lay within her. It was easy to

tell when I hit the target, because she reacted with a gasp and thrust

against my hand. My penis was wholly hard again, as she slowly and

gently ringed it with her fingers and ran her hand up and down the

length of my stiff shaft. This continued for a minute or so, then Lolita

reached for some K-Y which she applied to my rigid rod. Then, she wiped

the excess jelly from her hand, and moved to straddle me. She maneuvered

herself over my groin and guided the tip of my member to the hungry

rosette of her backside. I could feel her muscles relaxing as she slowly

lowered herself, impaling herself with my penis. I gloried in the

feeling of being swallowed by my lover's rear entrance, as she

alternately flexed and relaxed her sphincter muscles. I redoubled my

fingers' efforts at her G-spot, and we were once again dancing together

to the rhythm of libidinal desire, singing the animal notes of ecstasy

as we plunged into a sea of pleasure. Soon, that all-familiar urgency

began to creep up in my loins, and I inadvertently let that be known, as

my prurient instinct took over and I could barely maintain a presence of

mind. My lover's up-and-down motions increased in pace, and I sensed

that she too was losing control. The pressure in my groin increased with

Lolita's insistent milking of my member, and I reached the point of no

return, as she let out an animal groan of pain/pleasure. A flood of

fluid soaked my busy hands as I pumped my own juices into my partner's

rectum. She collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, catching our

breath, as my penis slowly retracted.

We kissed deeply and I gently rolled Lolita off me. I stood and went to

the bathroom, where I washed my member, then brought a fresh hot

washcloth and serviced my lover's bottom and vulva. Once again I

collapsed onto the bed, and Lolita nestled her head on my shoulder. Soon

I heard the regular breathing connected with her sleep. Then I too fell

victim to a deep slumber.