SHAVING
My ex-lover
Susan and I dated for a year and a half. We met on a blind date
one summer evening and spent the night together, at Susan's house,
enjoying each other's bodies until we were both exhausted. Susan was
quite a reserved sort of woman but she certainly spoke frankly on our
second date, when we went on a shopping trip. During a brief pause at
a coffee bar she asked me how I felt about shaving off my pubic hair.
All of it, every wisp and bristle.
Having already slept with
Susan I knew she kept her crotch smooth and hairless. Shaved pussies
always look cute and sexy, especially if the woman's labia are nicely
shaped, and Susan's pussy was very beautiful. But shaving my own
pubes was not something I had wanted to do before, except trimming and
waxing around the edges (the bikini line) like lots of women do.
During my twenties I sometimes went as far as a kind of
"half-Brazilian", leaving just a square patch of bristles
above my slit, but the idea of a totally bald mound never really
appealed. I probably would not have bothered to shave or wax very
much if my pubic hair had not been so dark.
Anyway, Susan
became quite insistent about it, so I agreed to shave before our
third date (when we planned to sleep together at her house). The task
of shaving is neither difficult nor uncomfortable, but a suitably
sensitive razor is absolutely essential. When the task was done I
felt quite pleased with the result and checked my reflection in the
mirror at home, running a finger over my hairless mound to test its
smoothness. My skin felt lovely and soft, like silk, and I knew Susan
would be incredibly turned on when she saw it.
Well, I was
right about that! She was so eager to see my new look that she almost
ripped my clothes off in the bedroom. Soon I stood naked before her,
while she knelt at my feet to inspect my shaved womanhood. Then something
really weird happened - I became terribly embarrassed. I'm not
usually shy about my body, having spent several years as an exotic
dancer, but suddenly I was overcome with coyness. It was almost like
the first time I ever undressed for sex. In fact, it was ten times
worse. I felt that I needed to run off and hide and curl into a ball
where nobody could see me. I turned my head away and put my hands
over my face. I knew I was blushing a deep shade of dark red (my skin
is olive-brown, so my blushes are never pink).
Fortunately,
Susan was a perceptive and sensitive lady who always knew what to
say in awkward situations. Within a few moments she and I were
giggling and cuddling on the bed, both of us making a joke about the
whole thing. I still felt odd and a bit embarrassed, but the feeling
soon passed.
That night we took our lovemaking to a new
dimension. Susan's passion became so hot that I almost saw steam
gushing out of her ears. Her reaction to my shaved vagina was manic,
frenzied, kind of scary, and she couldn't stop touching and kissing
it. Tribing felt totally awesome, just as Susan had promised, our
hairless slits rubbing together like two slippery mouths. The
subsequent orgasms were fantastic, incredible, mind-blowing.
After that I continued shaving my pubes. Not all the time,
though, and not as often as Susan would have liked. To be honest, I just
couldn't be bothered doing it. It's a bit of a drag and tends to be
rather messy. I guess it became a kind of special treat for Susan
whenever I turned up with no bristles, but she still kept herself very
smooth the whole time and never seemed to mind the hassle of razors.
Being a strawberry blonde she could probably grow a little mat of
stubble and still look fairly smooth, but she seemed quite obsessed
about removing even the slightest hint of hair. That was okay with me,
because I enjoyed stroking her lovely bald vagina and hearing the
little gasps she made when my tongue slid gently over it.
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Shaving. Copyright © Lucy Yasmin Ogur 2006.