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I popped round to see Maggie one morning, to lend her a magazine she wanted. She lives next door but one to me and I’ve spoken of her before, of her unexpected love of exhibitionism. [See Showing] To look at her, you wouldn’t believe it - she’s prim and respectable, a pillar of the local Methodist church, always dresses conservatively. She’s slim and pretty but utterly unsexy - or so I had thought.
I was a little surprised when she answered the door in a dressing gown.
‘Oh, come in, Gina.’
I looked at her. ‘Are you OK?’ I thought she might have just got up from her sick-bed.
She blushed. ‘Oh, I’m fine. I just thought I’d spend the day naked. You know.’
I grinned. ‘Well, don’t let me stop you.’
She hesitated, then suddenly slipped the dressing gown off and stood completely nude, carefully avoiding looking at me. Although I had seen various bits of her on display before, in a public place too, I had never seen her totally naked. Maggie was slim with an almost girlish figure. Her skin was pale and lightly freckled all over. I could see her ribs and hip bones. Her breasts were small and upturned, topped with incongruously large, dark and very erect nipples. Her pubic hair was light brown; her slim thighs left a distinct gap in her crotch. She didn’t look to be in her mid-forties.
‘It feels strange, just pottering around the house with nothing on. But nice, you know.’
‘Yes, I know,’ I said. ‘I do it sometimes. Mind if I join you?’
She flashed me an excited grin. I peeled off my top and jeans, and then my bra and panties. I felt my nipples hardening.
‘You’re shaved,’ she murmured.
‘Yes. It feels good. You should try it.’
‘You think so?’
‘Without pubic hair, you’ve nothing to hide behind. People can see everything. It’s the ultimate in flashing.’
‘I’ll do it for you if you like.’
Maggie hesitated, then gasped. ‘OK!’
We went upstairs and gathered towels and flannel, a bowl, her razor and foam. I made her sit on the edge of their neatly-made bed with a pad of towel under her bottom, thighs open. I worked foam into her triangle of pale brown hair until her crotch was completely obscured, then got to work with the razor, slowly and carefully. My nipples ached with excitement.
I cleared her pubic mound and started on the sides of her vulva, holding her labia taut. Maggie’s lips were small and neat, almost girlish, and did not hide her. She made no sound as I manipulated her outer lips, but my fingers detected a warm slipperiness which was not due to the shaving foam.
Now there were only a few streaks of foam on her otherwise completely bald pussy. I washed them off with clean water.
‘Turn around. Kneel on the edge and part your legs.’
Maggie scrambled onto all fours, thrusting her bum at me. Her slim buttocks parted to reveal her neat brown anus. There was only a light dusting of hair around it but I wanted to be thorough, so I applied foam and razor until she was bald from front to back. I washed her off and dried her gently with the towel. Then I smoothed moisturiser into the areas I had shaved. It felt clinical, almost, to be stroking in such an intimate way this woman whom I had know for so long.
‘That’s it,’ I said, spreading her buttocks even further. ‘You’re completely exposed now.’
She giggled. ‘I can feel it. Can you see right up me?’
Her vagina was a dark hole between slim lips. ‘I can see your tonsils, Maggie!’
She giggled again and I saw her vagina wink. I fetched a hand mirror.
‘Here, have a look.’ She sat on the edge of the bed, legs splayed, while I held the mirror.
‘Oh my! I look like a girl. I don’t know if I’ll dare to ... show myself now.’
‘I do,’ I said.
She touched her pubic mound gingerly, then stroked her labia. ‘It feels ... weird. So soft ... I feel ever so naked ... much more so than before ...’
‘You want to masturbate, don’t you?’ I murmured. ‘It’s OK, I did, the first time I shaved. I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.’
‘Oh Gina. I’ve never ... masturbated ... in front of anyone before.’
‘Well, I’m not going away!’
‘Promise you won’t look.’
‘I’ll do nothing of the sort. I’ll be watching closely. Knowing someone’s watching makes it much better. Go on, Maggie.’
She touched a finger to her clitoris and gave a little sigh. Her fingertip circled the firm nub. Her thighs quivered, her stomach hollowed, her hips rose. The finger vibrated on her clit and within less than a minute Maggie’s buttocks were thudding into the bed and grunting noises were coming from her throat. A red flush spread across her chest.
‘Oh Gina,’ she said when her breathing had slowed. ‘I’ve never come that quickly before. In fact, I don’t masturbate much at all - except after I’ve been flashing.’
I knew that I could kneel between her legs and apply my mouth to her pussy and lick her into a frenzy of multiple orgasms, my fingers spearing her cunt and her thighs squeezing my head. But something stopped me.
‘I’ll make us a cup of tea,’ I said.
Maggie came downstairs while I was waiting for the tea to brew, still naked, still slightly flushed.
‘You’re beautiful, you know,’ I said. ‘You should let more people see you.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You could put some pictures on the internet. Let the whole world see you naked. It’s the ultimate in flashing.’
‘Oh, I couldn’t! Someone might recognise me!’
‘You don’t have to show your face. Just the important bits ...’
‘I’ll show you,’ I said, picking up the mugs and taking them across to her computer desk. I found a website that I knew about, where people posted pictures and videos of themselves naked. I was careful not to let her see the more extreme postings.
‘Wow,’ she said. ‘Are you ... on there?’
‘No, but I’ve been thinking about it. Why not? We could join up together. Here, where’s your camera? Let’s take a few photos.’
Maggie fetched a digital camera, looking dubious. I got her to stand against a blank wall (‘we don’t want anything that might identify you’) and snapped a few shots of her from various angles, taking care not to include her face. I moved in closer.
‘I want some of your breasts,’ I said. ‘You have the most amazingly hard nipples.’ In fact, it was taking me all my self-control not to suck one into my mouth and torture it until she climaxed.
‘Now the pubes.’ I knelt in front of her. ‘Put your feet apart. That’s right. Now, sit on the sofa. Open your legs. Wider. That’s lovely. Even wider. Yes! Now, turn over. Kneel. Legs wide apart. Stick your bum out. Mmm, lovely. Let your pussy open up. Let it gape. Now wink it like you did before. Can you let your anus relax? That’s it. More. Open it. Perfect!’ I should have been a professional.
We downloaded the images - I had taken about 50 - and looked through them, Maggie gasping and covering her face with embarrassment and excitement. Her body was revealed in minute and clinical detail by the high-resolution photos. Even the inside of her vagina was illuminated by the flash.
I selected a dozen of the best ones and cropped them carefully, then we signed up an account for Maggie (under the name shywife, which she chose) and uploaded the photos.
‘Oh my,’ she said. ‘I can’t believe that my naked bits are all over the internet now.’ I saw her squeeze her legs together - the thought was obviously a great turn-on.
‘Hey, I thought you said you would do it too,’ she laughed. ‘Fair’s fair.’
‘OK,’ I said, putting on a show of reluctance. Secretly I couldn’t wait to expose myself to her. She took the camera and I posed, demurely at first, then more and more blatantly as I got into it. Maggie got into it too, shooting extreme close-ups of all my most intimate areas. I spread my legs as wide as I could to reveal every crevice and orifice to her lens. I even pulled my labia apart with my fingers to let her photograph the inner recesses of my vagina. I’m sure I could feel drops of juice oozing out of my hot tunnel ... We finished off with some rear shots of me pulling my buttocks wide, letting my anus gape. I was horny enough to burst.
I signed on as hornyGina, and put my private anatomy into the public domain.
‘What now?’ said Maggie. Her face was flushed and alight with excitement.
‘We wait for people’s responses. Mostly men, I should think, and mostly obscene. In the meantime ... are you feeling as horny as I am?’
Maggie touched her rock-hard nipples gingerly. ‘I expect so ...’
‘So ... let’s do something about it.’ We sat opposite each other, in armchairs, hooking our legs over the arms so that our pussies were on display. I didn’t hold back. My hand went to my wet cunt and I fucked myself frantically with my fingers and frigged my clit without mercy. I didn’t stint on the noise either. Through slit eyes I saw Maggie watching me while she masturbated with considerably more decorum.
I came quickly, powerfully, and Maggie was not far behind. I didn’t stop, and for the next half-hour a whole series of aching orgasms rolled out of me until it seemed as though I was coming continuously. I sort of lost track of what Maggie was doing. When I finally eased off and came down to earth, I opened my eyes and saw her slumped in the chair opposite, a hand moving slowly over her pubes, the other squeezing a breast. She gave a long-drawn out shudder as an orgasm rippled through her. The tendons stood out in her crotch.
The hand continued to massage her pussy, and in a minute or so she had climaxed again. She looked as if she could keep it up for hours. I’ll bet she’s never had so many orgasms, I thought. Next time, I would bring the video camera.
last modified 29 April 2009