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.
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