First Trim

A few years ago I had my first real on-line intimate partner, I’ll call her Niki here. Prior to her I only spoke with my wife about intimate things. That was fine, except that my wife’s experience in this area consisted of me, and whispered conversations with her relatively innocent female friends in college, all those years ago. It’s sufficient to say that there are many things that I was not really exposed to at that time. In one casual chat with Niki, while I was working in my home office, we got on the subject of grooming. She told me about shaving and trimming, and that she currently preferred trimming. When you shave, she said, it can get very itchy when the hair starts to grow in, and you’re more likely to get ingrowns.  She liked keeping trim, it is less itchy overall, easier to clean, it feels good, and looks good. I never gave it a thought before, but now I was intrigued. Shortly thereafter, when I was alone in the house, no wife or kids around, I pulled out my electric trimmer. I considered what she said about the length, and decided that I would trim as short as I could, while keeping the hair above the surface of the skin. I affixed the #1 beard attachment and stepped into the dry shower. I didn’t want to get hair all over the place. I set to work. Carefully I trimmed over here, and around there. Lifted this and stretched that. I went as gingerly as I could.  One piece of advice for the novice intimate trimmer, if you have folds where the skin is looser, smooth them out before trimming that area. A fold can go right between the attachment comb, and nicks can occur.. Yah, I found that out. It was a tiny nick. After the initial pinch, the bleeding stopped quickly, and there was no pain. With a feeling of accomplishment, I cleaned the shower floor and quickly ran the water on myself to take care of stray hairs.  With a spring in my step, I returned to my office to continue working. Soon, I realized that there was a problem. My nether region felt so very different. I was over 40, and my whole life since puberty, it has felt a certain way inside my pants. Not now! Suddenly, there was smooth skin touching my moving and growing member. There was constant skin on skin intimate contact, like there was a woman under my desk, pressing her soft skin to me. I should tell you that my job requires a lot of detailed thinking. With all the feeling, there was oh so little thinking going on.  I was a mess. Finally, I just opened up my pants and ran my fingers over the whole area. Gently, firmly, smooth with my finger tips, lightly scratching with my nails, I couldn’t stop touching. The whole day was surreal.  I chatted with Niki again and told her what I was feeling. She agreed that it’s like that at first. Mmmmm part of me is glad she didn’t tell me before, it was a delicious surprise. I don’t remember how many times I climaxed that day. By the time my family came home, I had gotten ahold of myself, so to speak. Some days later, my wife slipped her hand into my shorts while in bed, and cooed with surprise. I told her that I wanted to try it because the hair can get tangled and scratchy.  At first she said it was like I was pre-pubescent, which seemed disapproving from her tone. I’ve kept trim since then, and have grown used to the feeling. In fact, I finished trimming just now before submitting this.  It’s still nice, but it doesn’t paralyze me like it did that first day.  My wife has also grown to appreciate how it feels, which is an extra bonus for me too!