At ten the next morning, Celia stood by the pool wearing her Rangers hat and carrying her beach bag, trying to contain her nervous excitement. She wore her bikini under a T-shirt and shorts, along with her most comfortable sandals. There hadn't been much in the way of details, such as a meeting place, so she hoped she could find Skylar if she hung around the pool. She'd mentioned her apartment number, but Celia couldn't remember it. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Skylar came cruising around the corner with a smile on her face.
"Hey, hey! There you are. I should have told you to meet me in the garage.
Come on, this way." Skylar waved for Celia to join her.
In the parking garage, they met up with Skylar's crew. Five people had crammed into an SUV. The driver looked impatient.
Skylar ran to the SUV and spoke to the driver. Celia saw her look into the backseat and shake her head. Clearly, the car didn't have enough room for two more people. She anticipated the problem and yelled to Skylar, "Hey, I can drive. My car's right here."
Skylar gave her a thumbs-up and, with a gangly effort, she ran over to Celia.
"I'll ride with you in case you get lost. Is that okay?"
"That would be great. Let's go," Celia said. She took Skylar to her car. The two climbed in and were behind the SUV in a second. Driving gave Celia something to do besides obsessing about being naked. As they pulled out of the garage, Celia did a quick survey of the surrounding area, just in case there might be a red pickup lurking.
There was no evidence that Rod's red ghost truck was prowling the area, so she put that worry aside. She turned to Skylar and asked, "Okay, who are your friends? The driver didn't look so happy that I made them wait."
"Oh, that's Cord. He's a real estate guy and has no patience at all. Pay him no mind. He's okay but has his moments. Sometimes you just want to slap him, you know what I mean?"
Celia assumed that most of Skylar's friends were in the same age range, early to mid-thirties. That relaxed Celia: she'd been concerned that she'd be considerably older than the others. While she was older, the gap wasn't that big.
"How do you know him?" Celia asked.
"Oh, most of these guys are friends from school. We all went to UT and just never left. That's Cord driving; the guy in the passenger seat is Parker. He's a nurse practitioner, but he didn't go to UT. We hooked up with him at an afterparty for a Garth concert; he's the oldest in the group. The three girls in the back are Mia, Kayla, and Flynn. We were all sorority sisters at Alpha Delta Pi."
"Sorority sisters? Not sure how to respond to that," Celia said with a laugh.
"I know," Skylar said with a smile. "It sounds awful, doesn't it? But we're not that bad—at least I don't think we are."
Celia blushed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to judge. I just don't believe I've ever come across sorority sisters. All I know are the stories, none of which are good," Celia said.
"Yeah. Mia just got divorced last year, so she's kinda still on the rebound. She works with me at the dentist's office. We're both hygienists. Kayla owns a catering company, and Flynn's a lawyer with the DA's office for Travis County."
"That's a wide range of occupations. Sounds like an interesting group. And they all get naked at the beach?"
Skylar laughed. "It's the one thing we all have in common. Been doing it since school. Mia and Cord had a thing back in the day, and I think Flynn and Parker took a turn, but nothing came from it."
"What about you? Do you have a roommate, or do you live alone?" Celia asked.
"I'm alone now. I had a girlfriend, but she moved out two months ago. It's fine; we really didn't like each other very much. I never even had a mourning period; I was just relieved." She laughed again.
A girlfriend? That's interesting.
"Do you like living alone?" Celia asked.
"Oh, hell yes. I'm one of twelve kids. I can't be alone enough," she chuckled.
"Twelve kids! Jesus! How'd your mother do that?" Celia exclaimed. "Hell, she's been pregnant most of my life. She's like the Bobby Hull of pregnancy, pregnant in four decades." Skylar wiggled in her seat.
"You know Bobby Hull?" Celia asked, surprised. "Oh, I'm a big sports fan. Go Astros!" Skylar yelled. Celia gave her the stink eye. "Texans or Cowboys?" Skylar let out a guffaw. "Texans all day!"
Celia smiled. "Okay, you can stay." They both laughed. Skylar continued. "Anyway, when I was off at college, I came home one weekend, and one of my older sisters asked if I wanted to help with the shower. I thought she meant the bathroom shower, like, what am I gonna do?" A goofy laugh escaped. "Turns out it was for Maurice, number twelve. I didn't even know Mom was pregnant."
Celia whistled low and said, "I can't even imagine. Is your dad an anesthesiologist or something? I mean, that would make sense—just give her a little gas and put her right out."
Skylar let out a howl. "He is, actually! How'd you know that?" Celia bellowed and her jaw dropped open. "I was just joking. But think about it: here, smell this; you won't feel a thing."
Skylar rocked back and forth in the passenger seat, laughing. Celia smiled cheerfully as she shook her head.
Once they settled down a bit, Skylar asked, "So, what about you? What do you do?"
"I work for the state. I'm a supervising payroll analyst. Just started three months ago. I'd lived my whole life in Houston before that. This was my first move, if you can believe it."
"It seems like you live alone. Were you married or anything?"
Celia paused and decided the Wikipedia version would be adequate for now. "I was. We split up, and then I got the job here. Timing couldn't have been better. I'm still waiting on the official papers, though." "That's too bad. I hate hearing that," Skylar said.
"Oh no, I'm just like you. It was a fucking relief," Celia said in all seriousness. Skylar gave her an intense stare before they both broke up laughing.
Ninety minutes later, they pulled into the public parking lot of Lake Travis. Cord parked the SUV as Celia pulled up next to them. The crew in the SUV piled out and started grabbing bags and coolers. Skylar jumped out and ran over to the group.
"Hey, guys, this is my new friend Celia." Celia crossed over to them. "Celia, this is the gang: Mia, Flynn, Parker, Kayla, and Cord. There will be a test later." They all said hello to Celia, and Celia returned the gesture.
"I'm not great at names, but I'll do my best. Nice to meet you all. So, how's this work? Is there a special area or something?"
Cord stepped forward and answered. "Yeah, we have to get to the dock over there. Bucky's going to meet us in about ten minutes and drive us over in his boat."
"Nice," Celia said, looking around at the rocky shoreline and the reddish-brown hills. "Is there a beach? I'm not seeing anything that looks like sand." Mia had taken her bag out of the back of the SUV and crossed to Celia. "Nah, not really. It's mostly rocks and dirt. We'll spend a lot of time on the water. It's best that way." She looked at Celia's sandals. "Skylar should have told you about that. Water shoes are best for the rocks. You'll get by with the sandals, but be careful."
Flynn spoke up, "I have an extra pair of water shoes. What size are you?"
Celia let out a little snort, looking at the five-foot-two woman. "If they fit, I'd be shocked. You may have noticed, I'm a bit larger than you. I wear a size eleven. It's hell trying to buy new shoes," she chuckled.
Flynn smiled and said, "It's the thought that counts, right? Mine are fives.
Maybe your big toe would fit."
Celia said, "If that. At least I don't need to use the water skis." Cord closed the rear of the SUV. "Let's head over. Parker, grab the other side."
Parker crossed to Cord and helped carry the cooler to the dock. The gals followed, each carrying a beach bag and towels.
There were two benches by the dock. Celia set down her bag and sat. Flynn came over and sat next to her.
"How did you meet Skylar?" she asked with simple sincerity. "We live in the same complex and met at the pool. Just yesterday, actually."
"Oh, I like that place. She's been there almost two years now. How about you?" Flynn had a charming tone that welcomed Celia into the group.
"I moved here three months ago. I was in Houston before that."
"Nice. What do you think?" Flynn asked.
"I'm loving it, big time. It was a huge change for me, but one I really needed to make," Celia said.
Cord checked his phone and announced, "Just heard from Bucky; he's on his way."
The group stood and gathered up their gear. Celia looked over the lake and saw a boat heading toward them. Cord seemed anxious as he attempted to organize his friends. "Alright, everybody, let's head over."
Kayla started to move toward the dock, but then remembered, "Damn it, I left my hat in the car. Cord, can you unlock it? I'll be quick." She trotted toward the car.
Cord took out his fob and pressed the unlock button. Celia heard the car beep and saw the light flash.
"Come on, Kayla, move it! You're like a sloth stampede," Cord shouted.
The boat pulled into the dock as the others gathered, ready to board. Behind the wheel stood a Hispanic man with a bushy black mustache. Bucky's dark skin glistened, and she could already see his huge smile. Prematurely losing his hair, he had shaved it close to the skull. He wore cargo shorts and no shirt. The shorts were a touch too big and had slid down his waist, exposing his tanned butt. He stood at the wheel and maneuvered the boat into position at the dock. Parker and Cord each grabbed a bow line to secure the vessel.
Once Parker had tied the boat to the dock, the girls lined up and were helped on board one by one. Kayla came running over, now wearing a UT Longhorns orange ball cap.
As Celia stepped onto the boat, Bucky said, "Perfect. Fresh meat. Hi, I'm Bucky. Welcome aboard." He tugged up his shorts.
Celia smiled. "I'm Celia. Thanks so much for having me."
"Having you? That's the best offer I've gotten all day. I'd love to," Bucky flirted.
Celia laughed off the comment, but it surprised her.
Maybe I should have asked more questions?
Everyone settled down, and Cord untied the bow lines and jumped on board. Bucky started up the engines and pulled away from the dock. He turned the boat around and headed to the opposite side of the lake.
The wind was just a whisper, so the lake wasn't choppy. That made for a pleasant crossing. Five minutes later, they were dropping anchor offshore. The setup ritual began. Because they had all done this so many times before, everyone knew their role. Cord dropped the anchor and secured the bow of the boat. The girls arranged the coolers in the back and stowed the bags under the seats. Parker stripped off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts (no underwear), confident and unconcerned. He hung the ladder over the side of the boat, pointing his ass in Celia's direction. It had a light fuzz covering it but was basically hair-free. A small tattoo rode above the right cheek, a four-leaf clover with an initial. Letting out a Tarzan yell, he dove into the lake. He surfaced yelling, "The water's great!"
One by one, everybody stripped down. The ladies started spraying each other with sunblock. Celia looked over at Skylar and saw Kayla spraying her back. A slight pang of jealousy swept over her. It made Celia chuckle.
What the hell? Maybe my New Orleans experiences stuck with me.
Once lathered up, they grabbed a drink and a floatie and jumped in. Celia wasn't quite prepared for the casual air that everyone took. No doubt they had all seen each other naked many times before, and consequently, no one batted an eye. But for Celia, this was a significant first. First time being nude in public. First time being naked with a group of people she didn't know. First time skinny-dipping with guys. They had all stripped down and jumped in before she could even stand up.
Skylar yelled, "Come on in, Celia. It feels great." Self-consciousness consumed Celia. Even with Carter, she had made him turn around when she undressed. No one gawked at her, but she was definitely in the spotlight. It seemed there was some sort of new-girl ritual she was part of, but was unaware of the rules. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and unsnapped her shorts. Still sitting, she slid the shorts off and began to fold them. The others had just tossed their clothes onto the floor, but by folding the shorts, she could kill a little more time before she had to drop her top.
Why did you think this was a good idea? You're such a dumb-shit.
Celia felt the boat rock and saw Flynn climbing the ladder to come back on board.
She dripped her way over to Celia and smiled. "Hi. Just thought you might want a little company. Nothing like stripping in front of a bunch of strangers, is there?" She sat next to her, her breasts brushing Celia's bare shoulder.
Celia chuckled and shook her head. "There have been so many changes in my life since I got here. This was so impulsive. I didn't really think it through."
"Have you ever done this before?" Flynn asked.
"I've been skinny-dipping, but not in a co-ed group and never out in public. I'm not sure how I feel. It's like titillating and terrifying at the same time."
Flynn's black hair dripped lake water. She grabbed it on both sides and swept it back behind her head, wringing it out a bit as she did. Celia noticed her petite pink nipples, the right one sporting a small gold ring. Flynn dropped a wet hand onto Celia's thigh.
"There are no rules about this. You do what makes you comfortable. I know when I first started, I was only topless, and it took me three times out here before I lost the bottoms. By then I realized that by wearing a suit, I was actually drawing more attention to myself than if I were naked. And everyone thought I was always on my period."
Celia shook her head. "Yeah, I can see that. Maybe I'll just sit here for a few minutes and see how I feel. Is that okay?"
"Like I said, there are no rules. You take all the time you need." Flynn stood up and jumped back in the water.
What are you gonna do, chicken shit? You're the one who said you'd come.
Looking into the water, she saw the group floating in a circle, laughing and having a great time. The girls sat in the floaties with their breasts exposed; she knew the boys were naked, but they were underwater. No one seemed to care. She paused a moment and then made the bravest decision she could. "You know what? Fuck it." Celia stood up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement. You're about to witness my initial public skinny-dipping experience. And because it is..." She looked each of them in the eye. "I'm just going to go for it!"
Without hesitating, she ripped her bottoms off and jumped up on the seat. The group gasped in admiration and applauded.
Kayla yelled, "Check it out! Yeah, baby!"
Reaching back, she unclasped her top and, in one quick movement, tossed it to the floor. Holding her arms out wide, she yelled, "Ta-dah!!!"
From the water, all of the others clapped and hooted. Celia then jumped into the lake, holding her nose. The water felt incredible: the perfect temperature, and it embraced her naked body like the welcome touch of a lover. Being nude, outside, in a lake, brought with it a surprising sensuality. She felt a tingle down below as she broke the surface. She let out a yell and then laughed.
Flynn tossed her a floatie, and she swam to the group. When she arrived, Skylar hugged her neck. "Great job! I started thinking you were going to chicken out."
Parker chuckled, "We calculated the over-under at about fifteen minutes.
You surprised us all. Well done!"
Skylar said, "And the bottoms first! Aren't you the little rebel girl!" Celia laughed, "I figured if I went bottoms first, the top would be no big deal."
Kayla yelled, "You got that right. Bottoms First—we may have just found your nickname."
They floated in a circle for the next half hour, just chatting and drinking. Every once in a while, Celia's leg would hit one of the others. Just a casual, accidental brush, but it thrilled her a bit every time. She'd become comfortable in this situation a lot faster than she would have ever thought.
I continually amaze myself.
One by one, they climbed out of the lake and back into the boat. Clearly, the most awkward thing so far. You cannot climb up a ladder and onto a boat gracefully without flashing your asshole over the entire lake. And yet, no one really seemed to think twice about it, so Celia just figured, when in Rome.
Bucky started the boat, and once Cord pulled up the anchor, they headed to a clearing not too far away. No one made any attempt at getting dressed. Consequently, neither did she. She sat down on the boat cushion next to Kayla and hadn't realized that, sitting in the sun while they floated, it had gotten quite hot. She bounced up almost at the same time her naked butt hit the surface.
"Whoa, that's hot!"
Kayla apologized, "Oh, sorry, I can share." She stood up and stretched her towel down the seat so Celia would have some protection from the scalding vinyl. "We can't have you blistering your butt on day one."
"Thanks so much. Butt blisters are not on the to-do list for today," Celia said as she sat on the towel.
As they drove to the picnic clearing, the boat's motion brought their thighs together several times. Kayla never said anything, and neither did Celia. It just seemed part of the experience. She noticed that the others were often touching, hugging, or casually bumping into each other, with no sign of impropriety.
Skylar came over carrying a can of spray sunblock. "In your worry about gettin' nekkid, you forgot to put this on. Let me help you."
Celia, still sitting, spun around so Skylar could spray her back. She covered her shoulders and back and then rubbed it in a bit with her hand.
"Stand up, but be careful," Skylar said. The boat wasn't moving fast, but it was still moving.
A touch hesitant, Celia stood, and Mia held out her hand to steady her. Skylar sprayed her butt and legs, again a quick rub with her hand. She didn't linger, and there wasn't anything overtly weird about it other than a woman rubbing her ass.
Celia took the spray can and sprayed the front herself.
Approaching the shore, Parker and Cord jumped overboard and guided the boat in as close as they could. She heard the scrape of the rocky bottom against the hull of the boat. The girls started grabbing towels and bags and moving to get out. Celia followed. Flynn and Kayla picked up the cooler and dropped it over the side, where Cord and Parker grabbed it. They floated it to shore.
Mia and Flynn climbed over the side while Kayla jumped in. They waded to shore. Celia chose the ladder. Walking on the lake bottom, she understood why water shoes would have been a good idea. Barefoot, she took careful, tender steps, feeling for a spot to set her foot before placing it down. She carried her sandals, and as soon as she got to shore, she put them on. Small rocks with sharp edges covered the shoreline. She made a mental note to order water shoes.
On shore, a small picnic area awaited their arrival. A picnic table that would seat eight stood unoccupied. Cord dropped the cooler on top, claiming it for the group. The table, perched on a cracked concrete slab, had benches on either side. Weathered and peeling, the table had long since lost its battle with the elements.
To the right, a small BBQ grill sitting on a concrete pylon looked used and weather-beaten, but also seemed ready to cook. A five-gallon drum that acted as a trash can stood bravely off to the side. Rusted, badly dented, and covered in years of charcoal residue and grease, it emitted a foul stench whenever the lid was removed. A hundred yards away, she saw a concrete restroom.
Always good to know.
Skylar and Flynn waded back out to the boat as Bucky opened up the seat cushions. From underneath, he pulled out several folding chairs and a large duffel. They brought them to shore. Kayla asked, "Celia, give me a hand with this, will ya?"
She tossed the duffel on the ground and unzipped it. Celia watched and then caught on. They started assembling a portable canopy that would provide them with some shade. She and Rod had used them on the few occasions they actually went camping. There was one in the hall closet at the apartment. Celia never even thought about taking it.
The two gals went at it. As they assembled the canopy, Celia noticed that Kayla would always bend at the knees or squat if she needed to do something close to the ground. Smart, she thought. Bending over would expose everything. She adapted quickly.
After thirty minutes of teamwork, the canopy was up, chairs were set out neatly along the shore, and the grill was ready for lunch. The group settled in, relaxing and laughing the afternoon away. Feeling a rush of excitement at trying something new, Celia congratulated herself on helping with the setup while being totally naked. With a cold beer in her hands, she took a moment to check out her new friends.
Cord and Parker were both in pretty decent shape—tight waists and developed upper bodies. Neither had a six-pack, but you could tell they were at the gym regularly. Cord had brown hair, currently covered by a Cowboys hat, while Parker's hair had a lighter tinge, almost blonde. Parker had an odd nose. Not broken or too big, just odd: slanted and off-center. She snuck a look at each of their penises but couldn't really discern much from their flaccid state. Parker's penis seemed longer, while Cord's looked somewhat recessed. She had personally only seen a few in real life, so there was not much to compare them to.
Looking at the girls, she had already seen Skylar in her bikini, so she knew she had a tight, fit body. Flynn's most significant physical asset was her ass, a relatively superior ass, to be honest. Firm and bulbous, it projected back like two half globes in nearly perfect symmetry. Compared to her skinny frame and tiny boobs, her ass ruled the roost.
Mia was heavier, thicker than the others. She seemed comfortable in her body and projected no insecurities about it. Being naked allowed her waist to flow and look slimmer than if she had a suit on—nothing to bunch up the extra pounds and no muffin top because there was no waistband. Celia's hand went unconsciously to her own stomach.
Kayla had an interesting body. Her breasts were round and pert, with a slight sag. She had large areolas and small nipples that were inverted, while her belly button projected out. Her left shoulder stood about an inch higher than her right. Her thighs were thick, not fat but muscular.
Each of the women had shaved entirely—no pubic hair at all. She hadn't looked that closely at the guys, but stealing a glance, she saw that Cord also shaved his pubes and balls. Parker had clean-shaven balls with a wisp of pubic hair. She looked down at her crotch. Even though she had trimmed it just yesterday, she had more hair than the other six combined. Another item to address when she got home. Thankfully, no one mentioned it to her.
After they had eaten, Parker stood and called for everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen—and I use the term loosely—as you know, whenever we welcome a new member into our little group, there is an initiation that takes place. Celia, if you'd be so kind as to come over here."
Anxiety shot through Celia. She looked to the other women, who all started to applaud and call her name, "Celia! Celia! Celia!"
Celia remembered when Rod, Mark, and Tommie had chanted for her body count.
"What?" she managed to say. "What's going on?" Parker gave her a reassuring smile and said, "We just need you to come over here. Nothing bad's going to happen."
With a tentative chuckle, Celia crossed over to Parker. He put his arm around her shoulder. Their naked hips bumped against each other.
"Celia, we want to welcome you to our tribe. Sometimes we wait until the second visit for the initiation ceremony, but a few of us talked about it and decided that you're ready."
The group murmured their approval.
Celia started to pull away from Parker, but he held her tight. "As with all friends, it is not uncommon to exchange a hug upon greeting or saying goodbye. For us, it goes a bit further, seeing as we're all naked. Consequently, our initiation ceremony is simple. We each bestow upon you a naked titty hug to welcome you into our merry band of perverts. If everyone would please line up."
The others rose and formed a line in front of Celia. Parker continued, "Celia, welcome to the tribe. We hope that we see you again and often."
He stood directly in front of her and pulled her into a bear hug. His arms engulfed her as her breasts pressed into his chest. He stepped back and motioned for the next person in line to step forward. Kayla stepped up.
"It's so good to meet you, Celia." She stepped in and hugged her. Her breasts pushed into Celia's stomach. Kayla swept her breasts across Celia's torso as she stepped back. "Hmm, that was nice."
Flynn's turn. At only 5'2", Flynn's face landed right between Celia's breasts. Celia hugged back and dropped her chin onto the top of Flynn's head. Flynn placed her hands on the outside of Celia's breasts and motorboated herself. "I guess I'm just the perfect height for this initiation," she laughed.
Cord hopped forward. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Welcome." He pulled her close, picked her up off the ground, and spun in a circle. Smiling, he released his grip and stepped back.
Bucky stepped forward. He had a stomach that poked out in front of him, and he rubbed it against hers while he hugged her. As he did, his above-average penis poked into her thigh. He said, "You're a lot nicer to look at than Parker and Cord, I'll tell you that." Celia smiled.
Mia walked to Celia, placed her hand on Celia's cheek, and said, "Welcome to our tribe. We now pronounce you Bottoms First. The tattoo ceremony will begin shortly." She stepped in and pulled Celia to her chest. They were both a touch sweaty, and their breasts slid over each other. A shiver ran through Celia.
And last but not least, Skylar skipped forward. She came to Celia and took her hands. "I'm so happy that we met at the pool. And I'm thrilled that you said yes and came with us. We'll do this a lot from here on out." Skylar pulled Celia to her. Their breasts squished together, and Celia took a quick inhale. Because Skylar was gay, her hug presented a totally different connotation for this ritual. It unexpectedly thrilled Celia. Skylar held on a second longer than everyone else, and a zing ran up Celia's spine. When she stepped back, Skylar leaned over and gave Celia a quick kiss on the lips. Celia recoiled out of reflex, and Skylar's eyes went wide.
Seeing her reaction, Skylar blurted out, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I hope I didn't offend you." Skylar's angst made Celia smile. She let out a laugh and, grabbing her shoulders, said, "Skylar, relax. We're all good."
Turning to the group, Celia said, "And thank you all. That was actually a very pleasant initiation. I wasn't sure where it was going, but I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I'm happy to be here."
They all laughed and joined in a group bear hug. The rest of the afternoon flowed from one laugh to the next. The girls applied sunblock every hour or so. Celia swam a few more times and relished standing stark naked on the edge of the water, in the sun. She'd even waved a few times to boats that were passing by. Another group had arrived at the site next to them. Hellos were exchanged, but there was little interaction otherwise. There were eight of them, and all were naked. It just seemed so natural.
Celia experienced a few anxious moments when the reality of running around naked crept up on her. The desire to run screaming for her cover-up came and went several times during the afternoon. She had managed to calm herself with a few deep breaths, and the feeling passed without a note.
They stayed at the lake until five and then began packing up to head home. As they were on the boat heading back to the dock, everyone put their suits back on and prepared to return to the real world.
In the parking lot, Celia dropped her beach bag in the back of the Z and turned to the group.
"Guys, I can't thank you enough. This was so fun. I'd be up for doing this anytime if I'm not in the way."
Parker said, "Absolutely. You add a lot of new scenery to this tired group of asses."
Celia laughed. "Glad I could contribute."
Kayla, Mia, and Flynn hugged her and said goodbye. Cord gave her a little squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. Parker took her hand and said, "Great to meet you. We will definitely do this again. How about next weekend?"
"I'm totally free right now. I'll plan on it unless something at work comes up."
He squeezed her hand and kissed her on the cheek.
Skylar and Celia hopped in the Z and took off, leaving the others still loading up the SUV.
Celia had spent another sensually filled weekend.
I am liking this new trend I have going.
As she ran the shower, her thoughts jumped between the previous weekend and this afternoon. Wow! It was so spectacular! Looking down, she reminded herself that she needed to remedy this bush situation. Grabbing her razor, she stepped into the shower and shaved herself bald. For the first time since puberty, she didn't have pubic hair. She had trimmed it down to the runway on a few occasions. A memory flashed: when she and Rod first lived together, Rod liked to trim her up. It always led to sex, and she genuinely enjoyed the experience. But that had stopped eons ago. Even then, she had never gone full Bruce Willis. She ran her hand over her smooth coochie and cupped her pubic bone. As her hand slid over the newly exposed skin, a surge ran through her. With warm water running down her body and her hand cupped over her coochie, it wasn't long before her fingers began to wiggle. A loud groan echoed off the bathroom tile as she came.