18.0 Anne and Ron Are Naughty

Anne and Ron had a camping trailer parked on a deserted farm. Ron had initially rented the land for family camping trips. But after their children lost interest, it became a place for romantic nights away from responsibilities.

One Friday afternoon, Ron called and suggested they spend the night there. So Anne packed Friday supper, Saturday breakfast, and an overnight bag for each of them, looking forward to a romantic evening with Ron. When he came home after work, he grabbed the bags and his shaving kit, and off they went. She thought his taking his shaving kit was a little odd since he usually didn’t shave while they were at the farm, but not having to kiss a scraggly, bearded face was a nice touch.

On the way, he blindsided her by asking if she would let him shave her. They had discussed it once or twice when they were younger, but she had always refused, fearful somebody would find out. She thought about it in silence for a few minutes. Other than the small risk of someone knowing, she really couldn’t think of any reason not to. Others did it. They were not timid 20-year-olds anymore, and if someone did find out—who cared? She finally told him to let her think on it and that she would let him know Saturday.

Friday night was as romantic as they could have wished. After supper, they sat by the fire, cuddled, and talked until it got too dark to see. Then they went inside the trailer and played a board game by lamp light until they got drowsy. Neither of them brought up the issue of shaving, but it was never far from either of their thoughts all evening. As Anne put on her nightgown for bed, she paused and used a small mirror to look at her short brown curls. She tried and failed to picture her lady bits hairless. Anne noticed Ron watching her. They both knew what she was thinking, but neither said anything.

By the time Anne got up Saturday morning, Ron already had the fire going and the coffee on. Anne came out of the trailer with a piece of toilet paper, and stepping over to a grassy area, she turned her back on him and squatted. She knew Ron was watching her pee, but knowing and seeing it were two different things. Finished, she wiped, then walked to where he was sitting and dropped the toilet paper in the fire.

Ron looked up at her. “Well?”

She’d made her decision the night before, but her modest upbringing kept the words from coming out. So she found a compromise. Without saying anything, she lifted her nightgown until the brown curly hair under consideration was showing. She sat down next to him and put her free hand on the erection growing in his pants. He had his yes.

He poured them both a cup of coffee. They went to sit on the trailer step while the breakfast burritos were heating over the campfire. After breakfast and—for Anne—a nervous second and third cup of coffee, it was time. Ron led her to the lounge chair, where he’d placed a mattress pad from one of the hammocks. Warm water, his shaving kit, and a small towel were already there. He’d been prepared. He lifted her gown over her head.

Anne had been outside naked at the farm before, but today she was feeling unusually shy. Her husband was about to shave her. As she lay on the hammock pad, she watched him take his shaving brush from his kit and wet it in the heated water. Next, he soaped it and began applying the foam to her pussy. The warmth felt good, but the soft shaving brush on her lady lips and clitoris felt even better. Apparently, the thought of being shaved had done magical things. Then Ron put the shaving brush down and got out his safety razor.

For an instant, Anne thought, “Last chance to back out.” But she didn’t want to back out; she wanted to be bare for her husband.

Rone started with her tummy, then shaved the pussy hair from her thighs and groin, leaving a small bush at her lips and clitoris. Then he stopped and got the brush again to apply more soapy water.

“Oh, good,” she thought at the idea of that soft shaving brush going over her lips and clitoris again.

He started shaving again with more care until all her hair was gone, constantly moving one lip or the other out of the razor’s way. With all the attention from the shaving brush and his fingers, she knew they had to be swollen, and her tiny clitoris must have been completely erect.

After finishing everything above her vagina, Ron had Anne pull her knees up and hold them spread apart with her hands. She blushed at being more exposed, but he finished shaving her vagina, perineum, and rectum. With her legs against her tummy, she realized her bladder was more than just full. The cups of coffee at breakfast had gone through her.

Once Ron had finished, Anne let her legs down. Ron reached over, picked up the towel, wet it, and then began washing off the soap. In doing so, he carefully washed her lips and clitoris. The warm, moist towel felt fantastic on her swollen lady bits.

Anne was naked outdoors with her legs spread and her now-hairless pussy on display. With all the sexiness of the situation, she began having difficulty breathing as Ron continued to wash. She knew she was cumming and was helpless to prevent it. It was as if she were being pulled to the top of the tallest drop of a rollercoaster. The muscles in her core started to tighten, causing liquid to spurt each time he touched her lips. All it took was the warm wet towel rubbing across her clitoris one more time. She went over the top of the rollercoaster and rushed down the other side, cumming with intense contractions.

Anne hoped Ron wasn’t standing directly in front of her because, with the pressure on her bladder, she knew she was going to ejaculate. She was right. She didn’t hit Ron, but she did shoot a stream of female fluids all the way over the end of the lounge chair. As her contractions finished, she lowered her legs and let the afterglow of her orgasm flow over her. It was like resting under a warm blanket.

Delighted, Ron reached over to rest his hand on her bald pussy. Slowly Anne returned to reality, realizing how strange it felt not to have any hair under his hand. It had been a great orgasm, but now with Ron’s hand resting on her bare pussy, Anne wanted more. She needed him inside her. Raising and spreading her legs again, she turned so that her vagina was pointed directly at him in blatant invitation.

He was already erect from shaving her combined with seeing her orgasm. Dropping his Jockeys, he entered her, and she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed him with her vagina as tightly as she could. As he thrust, his rubbing against her hairless lady bits felt much better than she expected—MUCH better. She pulled him to her with her legs and squeezed him tighter with her vagina in a loving pussy hug.

Ron couldn’t resist; she felt him cum, filling her vagina. Then, spent, he laid his head on Anne’s chest.

Anne lay there, wonderfully content. Being naked outside was risky. Being naked outside with a hairless pussy was beyond risky. It was terribly, terribly naughty.