“Have you ever shaved your pussy?” Lucille asked. As usual, we were enjoying our morning coffee together. We’ve been neighbors for a couple of years now and are very frank with each other.
“Lots of times,” I laughed. “I think it’s very sexy seeing your pussy bare. It makes your pussy more sensitive. You can feel a licking tongue so much better, and you don’t get pubic hairs between your teeth. When I worked as a beautician, I had a number of clients who wanted their bushes trimmed or shaved. Of course, that was always in private and cost a little more.”
I was beginning to like this conversation, and I could feel my pussy tingle a little in my jeans. Lucille is very attractive, with a dynamite body. I’d caught her looking at me in a way that said she was interested in more than my friendship.
“Did any of the women get excited while you were doing them?” Lucille asked softly.
“Some did. I mean, I had my face practically buried in their spread pussies, with my fingers pushing their pussy lips aside. I had several women climax while I was shaving them. It got very exciting at times.”
Lucille looked me straight in the eye. “Did you ever get excited while you worked on them?”
“Sure,” I answered without hesitation. “I could smell the woman, and as I worked on her, she would begin to lubricate. Pussies open like flowers when they become excited. To watch a pussy become juicy and inflamed with hardly a touch is, well, exciting. I’ve seen clitorises grow and become hard. One woman had a very large clit, and I admit I accidentally on purpose brushed it several times, just to watch her reaction.”
Lucille seemed to think on that for a long time. I thought I knew what was going through her mind. “Would you shave my pussy?” she said finally. I told her I’d be happy to, provided she did me at the same time. She nodded. We made a date for the following afternoon.
When Lucille arrived, I was freshly bathed, with a hint of my most seductive perfume dabbed in strategic places. I had what I needed laid out on a large, soft towel, and there was chilled wine, soft lights and music. Lucille’s smile said more than words ever could.
As we were going to shave each other, we both undressed. I’d never seen her naked, and she was a vision of loveliness. She was a natural blonde, and her long, lithe body set my passion rising. Her breasts are beautifully rounded, with large pink areolas and crinkled pink nipples. Her stomach is slightly rounded, and her blonde bush was neatly trimmed. Lucille blushed as I gazed brazenly at her pussy. She caught her breath as I slipped out of my dress. I’ve been told I have a beautiful body. My breasts are conical, with no hint of sag, and my nipples jut out almost half an inch. My ripe pussy was visible even through my thick bush.
We had a couple of glasses of wine, and when she was relaxed, I had her lie down. I moved between her thighs and spread them wide, gazing at her beautiful pussy. Her cleft is well shaped, deep and prominent, her inner lips dainty. I commented on them and she blushed.
I took my scissors and as we talked, I trimmed her bush closely. Brushing the clipped hair away, I put a salve on my fingers and told her this was to protect her delicate tissue against the depilatory. This was the part I liked, as I could take small liberties and subtly arouse her without seeming to.
I parted Lucille’s pussy lips to reveal the lovely pink flower of her sex. I slid my slick fingers up and down her slit. I pulled upward, exposing her pink clit, and ran my finger over its small head. She moaned. Placing a finger on either side of it, I ran them up and down, feeling the firm clitoral shaft under its protective mobile skin.
“Oh God!” Lucille gasped. I took more lubricant and carefully lubricated the inside and outside of her outer lips. She squirmed. A dollop of lubricant went squarely in the center of her vaginal opening and then trailed down. My finger circled lower around her pretty anus. I then pressed my finger into her nether hole. Her hips rocked slightly. I wiped my hands and began to spread the thick depilatory over her skin, rubbing it in as directed, careful not to get it on her sensitive pussy tissue. I set the timer and we sipped the chilled wine.
“God, I can see how a woman would get hot while you’re doing this.” Lucille grinned down at me as I lay between her spread thighs.
“You’d like to try making love with a woman, wouldn’t you?” I finally asked softly.
“I think so. I’m not sure. Yes, if it were you.”
We talked and I explained that our making love would not make her a lesbian. She could make love to men and women both, just as I did. Two women together was just a different kind of loving.
The clock dinged and I began to wipe the depilatory from Lucille’s skin. I made her lie back and wouldn’t let her look until I was finished. I took a cool, soapy cloth and carefully washed her pussy clean. I soaped her pussy again to remove the lubricant, this time using my fingers to clean her. Then I took a soothing lotion and spread it all over her bare skin and worked it into the folds of her pussy. Lucille sighed and squirmed. I took a large hand mirror and gave it to her. She giggled when I told her what a beautiful pussy she had. I spread her outer lips wide, exposing the flower of her vagina. We could both see the beads of moisture clinging to the folds of ruby flesh. I reached down, blotted my finger in her juice and brought it to my lips. “Delicious!” I said, smiling up at her. I sat up. “Now it’s your turn to do me. Turnabout is fair play.” We laughed.
I lay back and spread my legs wide. As I gave her instructions, Lucille proceeded to trim my bush. Soon she was applying the protective lubricant to my spread sex. Her touch was soft and gentle and she kept looking up at my face. I nodded approval. She became bolder, and I could feel her fingers taking naughty liberties with my wet slit. She slid a slender finger into my vagina and moved it in and out before slipping it upward. She caught my clitoral sheath between her fingers and gasped.
“I never realized how beautiful a woman’s pussy can be,” she said. “I always thought of mine as ugly. I see why they call the clit ‘the man in the boat!’” Her fingers, coated with lubricant, slid up and down the exposed head of my clit. I moaned as shock waves of ecstasy went through my body.
“When I do that, your vagina contracts on each stroke, and your lips are growing red,” she said, almost in awe. She bent forward and I felt her tongue brush ever so lightly along my slit. She pulled back and coated my pussy lips with lubricant. She coated my anus and with a sly grin slid her finger into my back passage up to the second joint. She moved it in and out several times. Finally she coated my skin with the depilatory and moved up beside me.
We gazed into each other’s eyes and then, at the same moment, moved together and softly kissed. It was long and slow and deep, our tongues feeling and exploring. She murmured softly, “So soft, so wonderful!” Her hand found my breast and stroked it ever so softly. We became lost in each other, kissing and caressing swelling breasts and hardening nipples until the clock went off.
Lucille bathed my pussy tenderly and sighed about how beautiful it was. She gave me the mirror and as I looked, she spread my pussy lips. Clear juices flowed form my inner self, and she leaned forward and placed her lips full on my sex. Her tongue scooped up my nectar. I caught her head and pulled her up on top of me. She nestled between my spread thighs, her bald, sensitive mound pressing against mine.
I reached between us and parted my pussy lips wide and showed her how to fit her pussy mound against my clit and how to move. Her soft mound rubbed gently against my exposed clit, but I knew she couldn’t feel what I could. We sat up, and I placed her thighs over mine so that we straddled each other. Both our pussies were now spread wide, and by our locking hands and leaning back slightly, our slick pussies could slide together. Lucille’s hips bucked and pressed against mine, and her body went rigid as she shuddered.
Spent, we rolled apart and then snuggled, laughing and kissing. Later she had me lie still while she slowly and tenderly kissed and caressed every inch of my body. She finally slid between my thighs and feasted on my pussy. She brought me to several climaxes with her tongue, lips and fingers before we changed places.
We spent the day in bed, and I taught her the joys of lesbian love as we feasted on the other’s sex at the same time. She wanted to know everything at once, but I finally convinced her that there was plenty of time. I am an excellent and patient teacher.
Ms. W.B., Arkansas