Backstage with Nella

I finally got to see my girlfriend Nella. The plan was simple—pick her up at the hotel. I got turned around, lost thirty minutes wandering, but when I found her she slid straight into the car and we drove to set. First thing they wanted was my pussy shaved smooth for her. I slipped out of my clothes, climbed onto the dressing table and let the blade glide over every fold. Nella watched. Her eyes tracked each careful stroke, her fingers tugging the lace edge of her bra. When I was bare I stood and stepped into sheer black stockings, fastening the garter straps while she waited in matching ivory lingerie. Her long dark hair spilled over one shoulder, mine stayed pale and loose. She reached out, ran her thumb across the newly naked skin and smiled. The cameras were rolling by then, but the only heat I felt came from her.