Turkish Shave Part 6

The weather had been aweful. The constant storms had caused an enormous power cut in the valley, and anyone without a generator was basically without electricity. My barber was one such person, and so he didn't have warm water for his shaves today.

I hadn't really noticed the slight chill in the water until the soapy brush made contact with my naked bottom. The sensation was hard to put into words except that I can can say it was amazing and felt wonderful. It's an expereience I would love to repeat over and over again.

Very quickly my left cheek was covered in foam, and the razor was removing the small blonde hairs on my bottom, making my cheek totally smooth. After perfecting my left cheek he moved on to my right. The barber's assistant was enjoying his creativity. I was wondering how many other buttocks he had shaved before. I really believe that mine were his first.

I couldn't really believe this was happening, and I was also curious as to what would be said if anyone walked in. Mind you, the weather was so atrocious outside, most sane people were setting a foot outside!

As the assistant worked on my bottom, my barber was finishing his work on my neck. Then they told me to turn over.

Turkish Shave Part 5

So at midday, I went back for my massage. It was excellent. The masseur pounded my back for ages. That's what I had really wanted. A few minutes later a friend of his came in for a chat. He stopped for a while and left to relax on my own. While I was waiting I removed my swimming shorts to reveal my speedos. When he came back, he massaged my legs exceptionally well. Every sinew of every muscle was attacked by his strong hands. The massage must have lasted over an hour and was incredibly good value.

I have no idea why, but I instinctively headed towards my regular barber. Once again it was raining very heavily. By the time I arrived I was soaking. I rushed in, and he offered me a shave. I pointed out that he had been closed earlier and that I had already had one today. What I really wanted him to do today was shave the tops of my legs.

He made some gesture and before I knew it I was lying on a new couch (in fact it was a rather fine sofa). I was just in my speedos. My barber and the guy who helped him out both attacked my body with shaving cream. My barber worked on my back (I don't know why, because I have so little hair there!) and his assistant worked on my legs. I felt the sensation of the wet brush against the backs of my thighs. Indeed he was working his magic with the brush and the blade. I could feel the warmth of his hands making my legs all smooth again.

The shaving brush was as high up my legs as it could go. My speedos were in the way. Without thinking, I grabbed them round the waist and pulled them down. In no time at all I was naked on the couch, wondering what was going to happen now.

Turkish Shave Part 4

A couple of days later, I went for my next shave. I instinctively put my speedos under my swimming shorts, because I was thinking about having a swim afterwards, even though it was another cloudy morning. As I was walking to my barber's, it started to rain. Oh well, I was just going to get wet again! I didn't really mind, because the warm Turkish rain is quite pleasant on the skin.

Anyway, I arrived at my barber's to find that he was not there. Sadly I started to plod my way back and stumbled over another barber who offered me a shave. Partly to escape the rain and partly because I needed a shave, I popped in. I was enjoying my Turkish shaves so much and thought it a good idea to try another barber. As ever, he too was good. I mentioned that I had had my legs shaved a couple of days beforehand, and he offered to do mine again if I wanted. This time I removed my shorts revealing my speedos and asked him to shave my thighs as well as the lower legs that had been shaved before. I have to say he perfromed an excellent job, although the shave only went halfway up my thighs.

One of the reasons I was curious to try this barber was because they offered a strong back massage. I love strong massages. I loath massages that are just glorified rubs. I need a good pulverising session, and although my massage with my other barber had been quite pleasant, it wasn't worth repeating. Unfortunately the masseur wasn't around. He would be back at twelve o'clock..............and so would I.

Turkish Shave Part 3

Two days later it was time for another shave. A Turkish shave makes me so smooth that I can easily go a couple of days between shaves. As my new found Turkish barber tells me, after he has finished with me my skin is as soft as a baby's bottom! I like that.

Anyway I sat down for my usual shave, wearing a singlet, blue shorts and boating shoes. This is a standard outfit for me. I am so happy in just shorts and a T shirt or a singlet. I also like simple shoes or even sandals, and I only wear socks in the winter. Halfway through the shave, I spotted a sign that obviously is aimed at female tourists offering leg shaves, under arm shaves and so on. Anyway when he had finished we were so busy chatting, and I was as usual enjoying the experience so much that I wanted more.

I asked my barber if he would do my under arms, and quick as a flash he lifted my right arm in the air and before I knew it, he was holding the shaving brush and covering my armpit in soap. My armpit only had a few weeks growth on it, so the hairs weren't that long, but I was amazed at the dexterity in which he performed the shave. In no time at all my right armpit was smooth as my freshly shaved cheeks. I was so please to be wearing a singlet. Shaving my armpits was so easy to do. Next he moved on to my left armpit. The sensation as his brush carressed my under arm made me melt. This was an ecstatic experience to say the least and a perfect start to the day.

But the experience was over only too quickly. I rubbed my hand up my legs just below the knee. He looked at me and smiled. He pointed to the cubicle where I had had the body massage when I met him the first time. Soon I was sitting up on the bed in my blue shorts with my legs stretched out before him. Very soon the brushing was stroking my upper right leg above the knee. My shorts are swimming shorts and come halfway down my thighs. It was another wonderful sensation as his brush covered me in soap, and soon the razor was removing my blonde hairs above my knees. My hair is very fine, and it comes off so easily. In fact when I wear tight jeans in the winter, the denim rubs them off my legs so I keep smooth without the help of a razor.

After he had finished above my right knee he moved down to the long stretch of leg below my knee. Soon that too was covered in soap and awaited the majestic sweeps that he carried out with his razor. That too was soon like a baby's bottom. Then it was the turn of my left leg. Firstly the upper part from my shorts to my knee and finally the long, long area from knee to foot. It felt wonderful.

He asked me to turn over and lie on my front. He lifted my shorts slightly and the brush did its magic on the backs of my thighs. What a feeling! I can hardly tell you that was so special. My thighs and lower legs were given the same loving treatment that my face had received earlier.
To finish, he rubbed my legs up and down with the same lemon juice he had used on my face. He promised it would keep the mosquitoes away!

Finally we went back to the normal barber's chair and he placed my right arm on the unit in front of me. With it stretched out, the delicate hairs of the shaving brush were working their way up and down my whole arm as if making love to every part of it. No area was left untouched. I checked later, and not a single hair has escaped the magician's razor. All my fine blonde hairs had gone.

He weaved the same magic on my left arm and lifted both arms to make sure the undersides were similarly hair free. I stepped out into the warm Turkish rain and enjoyed the fresh feeling of the water trickling down my newly shaved, smooth skin.

Turkish Shave Part 2

I had my first Turkish shave earlier this summer, and I am stunned why I hadn't had one before. If you haven't tried it, go on treat yourself, it's so worthwhile.

Anyway on the latest trip, I really wanted to enjoy the experience again. I had my first shave a couple of days into the holiday, and I combined it with a haircut. I felt so clean and tidy with freshly chopped hair and a soft smooth skin. It was raining outside, and as I set off in the downpour, the water on my head and running down my cheeks felt so sensuous. It was like having a massge in the rain.

I started to walk fast and then run. I was passing another barber, who stopped me and offered me a haircut or a shave. Obviously I wasn't in the market for one, but I did stop for a chat. He wanted some business so offered me a body massage, and to be honest, so early in the holiday, I was keen to have something to help me unwind. It wasn't anything memorable, but it helped pass the time till it stopped raining. He seemed a friendly guy, and I promised to go back for a shave next time.

So I set off in the pouring rain, looking forward to my next shave.

Turkish Shave Part 1

I have just returned from a short holiday in Turkey and in response to many requests from friends online, I have decided to write down my experiences of life as a Smoothie.

I have never been too sure what a Smoothie actually is. Most women are smooth in some way. They may shave lower parts of their legs, their armpits or much more. Men on the other hand tend not to shave anywhere other than their faces.

Why is this? I have no idea.

Anyway many men do shave or find that they are nturally not very hairy. My hair is very fine and comes off very easily. All my body hair is blonde and almost invisible. I have also experimented with shaving for fun.

It's also lovely when someone else shaves you, and that's why I enjoy Turkey so much. It's the land of great barbers and the ideal place for a great shave.

I had my first proper Turkish shave earlier this year in fact. And if you have tried one, traet yourself you'll really enjoy it.

First of all your face is shaved not just once but twice to make you as smooth as a baby's bottom. Putting the lather on your face is a wonderfully sensual experience, and it's so pleasurable just to let someone else do the hard work.

After that, any unsightly nose or ear hairs are trimmed as are your eyebrows. In fact, a good barber will literally set fire to your ear hairs with a burning taper, leaving a strange smell of burnt hair in the room. It takes a while for them to grow after this, so it's worth the nasty smell! Then comes the painful bit when your barber splashes some lemon smelling lotion on your face. And it stings! Then he puts some dollops of soothing and cooling cream on you and procedes to massage it in gently.

He'll work on your head and face, gently descending to your shoulders. I must admit I love this bit, because it always sends tingles down my body. He also shake your arms, crack your fingers and in my case fail to crack my neck (I tense up too much!). After that he'll shave any bum fluff off the back of your neck, and you're ready for the day!