Shaving

Here's me, Yasmin, reminiscing about a past relationship..... 

My ex-lover Susan and I dated for a year and a half. We met on a blind date one summer evening in 2005 and spent the night together at her 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 on our first date I knew she kept her crotch smooth and hairless. Shaved pussies do look cute and sexy, especially if the woman's labia are nicely shaped, and Susan's pussy was very beautiful. But shaving off my own pubes was not something I had wanted to do before, except the usual trimming and waxing around the bikini line. During my twenties I sometimes went as far as a kind of half-Brazilian, leaving a square patch of bristles above and around my slit, but the idea of a totally bald mound had never really appealed. I would probably not need to trim, shave or wax as frequently as I do if my pubic hair wasn’t so dark.

Anyway, Susan became quite insistent about it, so I agreed to go totally bald before our third date (when we again planned to sleep together at her house). Shaving the pubic area is neither difficult nor uncomfortable, but a suitably sensitive razor is absolutely essential. Being lazy, I used to persuade my sister to perform this task if she was around (and I’d have to reciprocate, of course). Unfortunately, Trish was off the radar in the days leading up to my third date with Susan, so I had to do the job all by myself. When it was finally complete, though after much cursing and squeaking, I felt quite pleased with the result. I checked my reflection in the mirror in my bedroom, standing with my legs apart, nude from the waist down, trying to spot any stray strands. I ran a finger over my mound to test its smoothness. My skin felt lovely and soft, like satin, 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 started slavering like an animal when she got me home at the end of the evening. I was literally dragged upstairs to the bedroom, where she pretty much ripped my clothes off. Soon I stood naked before her, while she knelt at my feet to inspect my freshly shaved womanhood. Then something really weird happened - I became very, very embarrassed. I'm not usually shy about my body, having spent part of my twenties working as a 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 like I needed to run off and hide. I wanted to curl into a ball in some dark corner where nobody could see me. Susan asked me if I was OK, but I just turned my head away and put my hands over my face. I knew I was blushing a deep shade of red (my skin is a light olive-brown, which makes even a slight blush look dark).

Fortunately, Susan is a perceptive and sensitive lady. When we were dating, she always knew what to say in awkward situations. She made a joke of my shyness and everything was alright again. Within a few moments we were giggling and cuddling on the bed, both of us feeling easy and relaxed and ready to make love. I still felt odd, still a bit embarrassed, but it soon passed. Even now, 7 years later, I still don’t know why I got timid all of a sudden. Nothing like it has happened since, but nor has anyone else asked me to shave my pubes, so it’s hard to know if the same feeling of shyness would hit me again.

That night, Susan and I took our lovemaking to a new dimension. Her passion grew so hot that I almost saw steam gushing out of her ears. Her reaction to my hairless pussy was manic, frenzied, slightly scary. She couldn't stop touching it, kissing it, running her hot wet tongue all over it. When we melded our bodies together it felt totally awesome, just as she had promised it would. Our smooth slits rubbed together like two slippery mouths. The subsequent orgasms were fantastic, mind-blowing, intense.

After that I continued shaving my pubes. Not all the time, and certainly not as often as Susan wanted. To be honest, I just couldn't be bothered. It's a bit of a drag, even when someone else does it for you. I guess it became a kind of special treat for Susan whenever I turned up with no bristles down there, but she didn’t hassle me if I presented her with a triangle of dark, half-grown fur. She still kept herself meticulously hairless the whole time and never seemed to mind razors and waxing and all that stuff. Being a natural blonde she could have sprouted a patch of honey-colored stubble and still looked fairly smooth from a few feet away. But she seemed obsessed with removing even the slightest hint of hair. That was okay with me, because I enjoyed stroking her lovely smooth mound, and placing tiny kisses all over it, and hearing the little gasps she made when my tongue roamed gently across its silky surface.

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Yaz xx