From Hair to Bare

I first met Hailey when we were both eighteen and had just started the first year of a college course. We had mutual friends and were introduced to each other in a student bar. We started spending more time with each other and by the end of that first year, we were more than friends.

During the first summer break we found work in neighbouring towns, an hour or so away, so we spent most weekends together. Money was tight but we found enough to book a vacation to a beach resort - a cheap deal but it promised guaranteed sunshine, blue skies, clear blue water and a gorgeous beach.

The weekend before we went, we got together to sort a few details and to make sure we had got everything we needed for the trip. Things like beach towels, sunglasses, swimwear...

"Yep, got that" said Hailey, and held up a midnight blue one-piece swimsuit. It looked like a school swim-team suit and yes, she admitted it was.

I frowned and said "Surely that's not the only one you've got?" Hailey smiled and said "Of course not, I've got the holiday one too" and showed me an almost identical one but with some sky-blue panels down the sides. It was still very conservatively designed and was definitely classed as 'full coverage'.

"You know, it is going to be sunny and pretty hot. I'm not sure you're going to want all that material around you," I said, and besides, I'd have liked to see her wearing rather less. "Don't you have a bikini?"

"No" was the matter-of-fact reply. No emotion, just a statement. I knew her family was quite traditional so clearly showing too much flesh was simply not considered as appropriate. "but I guess I could get one." A little bit of uncertainty came through in her voice so I had to try to help her out here. I gave her a quick squeeze and said "You'll look great in one, you've got a really nice figure" which was true. She had a slim waist and medium breasts, totally in proportion.

So we headed off to the store, she selected something, and we got back to the house where she was keen to show me her purchase

A few minutes later Hailey stepped out in front of me wearing a beautiful bright red bikini. It's not often I am totally lost for words but at that moment I didn't quite know to say. I spluttered "Wow, you look amazing." The bikini was not skimpy by any means but it was smaller than I thought she'd go for. It was a classic design, three triangles of material to cover the front, full coverage for the rear, and tie strings round the sides - really didn't expect that!

I couldn't help but notice there were plenty of straggly hairs peeking out from the sides - that would need a trim - but there was a bigger issue. Hailey's pubic hair wasn't a triangle shape, it went up slightly in the centre, so was more of a squashed diamond, and there was a considerable amount of it showing above the bikini. Obviously that had never been an problem with the one-piece but now it most certainly was.

I pointed at the offending area. "We're going to need some work before you wear that in public."

She looked down, "Oh," she said quietly, "yes, what should I do?"

It seemed obvious to me. "You've got hair removal cream for legs and pits, so use it there as well."

"I don't know." she said, "Can I use the cream around my privates?"

Well I didn't know either so we headed into the bathroom and checked the tube. It was OK - we could. Great. "No time like the present," I suggested, "shall we crack on?" Try to keep it matter-of-fact, try to keep the excitement out of my voice. Let's just start removing my girlfriend's pubic hair for the first time, shall we? I looked her in the eyes and smiled. Just trying to be helpful.

Hailey blushed, paused for just a few seconds and said "Yes let's, but I've never thought about doing this before. Can you help me to get it right?"

"Of course I can, I'd be delighted." Obviously!

She rolled her eyes, but slid the bikini bottoms down, placed them daintily on the floor, grabbed a towel and perched on the side of the bath. She did have a fair amount of bush, which I knew of course, but I'd never really focussed on it before. Not like now. It was staring me in the face and it was now my job to do something about it. Keep cool though - don't get a sudden rush of blood to the head (or anywhere else for that matter!) and do something stupid that will scare her off.

I grabbed a pair of nail scissors and explained "I need to get some of this length down. It'll be easier to use the cream and you don't want a bulge in the bikini bottoms." I used my left hand to brush up the hair and snipped away with the scissors - just taking the length off leaving most of the coverage in place. Then I started to cut short where the cream was going to go - about an inch wide along each leg and a good couple of inches along the top where it had been stuck out. All the time Hailey was watching intently, saying nothing, and not moving a muscle while I was utilising the scissors.

And it was then time for the cream to go on. Nothing special to do, just slather a good amount around the edges where I had cut the hair short. And finally I said "Open your legs for me, I need to make sure there's nothing gonna stick out round your thighs." Now that got a reaction.

"No way, you're not sticking the cream up there!"

"Don't worry," I said, "I'm not going up anywhere, I just want to smooth some cream over your pussy lips to finish the job."

There was a frown, and a pout, but nevertheless she slowly opened her legs and her hair covered pussy was finally revealed to me. I quickly smeared the cream over it before she changed her mind and then we waited for the clock to run. After what seemed like an eternity it was time to remove the cream and rinse everything under the showerhead. She stood up and said "So what do you think?"

I took a good look. There was a clear line of bare skin around the outside where the bikini would sit but the real difference was her pussy. For the first time I could see the lips clearly and it was a magnificent sight. It was a perfect innie pussy, outer lips hiding everything within - and her pubic hair started just at the top of her slit. I rubbed some moisturising cream in to all the affected areas, taking care not to enjoy myself too much - she'd had enough emotional trauma for one day.

So the holiday went well, the bikini looked amazing, and I appreciated the bare flesh on offer. Over the next year we regularly sat in the bathroom with the hair-removal cream. Initially it was down to inattention, but sometimes I spread the cream a bit too wildly, and of course I had to make things symmetrical, so the patch of hair was getting smaller and smaller, just a little bit each time. I apologised for my clumsiness but was always told "That's OK - as long as you leave a patch of hair then it's fine."

As the next summer approached, Hailey started looking to buy a new bikini for the next holiday. She found one in a light purple colour that she adored and tried it on. She opened the door a crack and I peeked round. I was shocked at how little coverage it provided - it was mostly strings and minimal material - the top half was fine as she didn't have large breasts anyway, however the bottoms were challenging to say the least - a narrow strip of material covering her pussy but not much else.

"I love the colour, but there's no way I can wear that!" she groaned. "It's way too revealing".

"Don't be silly," I replied, "it does cover everything that needs to be covered, and you did enjoy the feeling of bare skin that the last bikini gave you. Well this one will feel even better, almost like wearing nothing at all."

She thought for a few seconds. "Yes, I do like the sensation of the sun and wind across my body, but even so..." she trailed off.

"Come on, buy it, let's get it home and give it a proper trying on."

"OK, you win."

So we got back home, took all the strips and labels off and tried it on again. The top was just perfect - the strings sat nicely under her breasts which were about half covered by the material. It accentuated her shape and the material wasn't too thick and bulky so her nipples were quite prominent. The bottoms had precious little coverage over her ass but the slender piece of material in front just couldn't quite cover everything it should.

"It doesn't quite look right, the material needs to be sat flush against your skin." I offered. I had often wondered what she would look like with that last patch of hair gone - just smooth skin leading down to that perfect pussy. I started to shake, this could be leading somewhere. I tried to keep my voice from catching in my throat. "I know you liked your little patch but I think we should remove it - this is in the greater good - just think how you'll feel with this new bikini on."

"But if I don't have any hair at all then I'll be like a little girl again and you won't like how I look!"

Oh goodness, how wrong could she have been?

I leaned forward, kissed her gently and grabbed her breasts in both hands. "Nonsense, I'll think you're beautiful regardless, and besides, there are a couple of indications that you're all grown up."

She gave this big theatrical shrug and whispered softly "You're too persuasive by half. Go on then, make me bare down there, but you'd better still love me."

We got the scissors and the hair removal cream out again and she resumed her normal position on the side of the bath. I trimmed the last remaining tuft down to nothing and slathered the cream over the whole region. Actually it made the whole procedure much easier when I didn't have to be careful where I spread it. After the requisite length of time she cleaned off the cream and showered. My cock was absolutely stiff, jammed inside my undies, actually quite painfully constrained. She put the showerhead down and looked down at herself.

"That's the first time in nearly 10 years I've seen my nether regions with no hair at all. It does look a bit...strange. I somehow feel even more naked - everything is on show."

Indeed it was and she looked sensational, smooth pristine body lines all the way down. It was absolutely perfect.

Except it wasn't, quite. We gave it a few tries but there were a couple of little wrinkles. The cream didn't really produce a smooth finish - sure it looked good initially but running fingers over the area did reveal a degree of annoying stubble. Also, the nett result after using the cream didn't smell great, or taste that great either. If you've got a meal that looks the part but doesn't smell or taste like it should then you've got a problem.

The question was, what to do about it?

I had some decent disposable razors so it made sense to me to use those. Not so Hailey. The idea of a, well, razor-sharp blade near to her most sensitive areas did not sit well, understandably enough.

I suggested "How about I try over your main top area first and see how that goes. If that seems OK then perhaps we can try further down?"

"OK, sounds fair" she agreed.

So I gathered together some shaving foam, a new razor and a bowl of warm water, while she collected some towels and sprawled across the bed, minus clothes.

I smoothed a fair amount of foam across her stubbly hair and rubbed it in well. Taking the razor, with a steady hand, I slid it down across the foam, going with the grain to start. So far so good, but as we all know guys, just going with the grain does not produce a super smooth result, does it? So I resmoothed the foam again and started doing some cross strokes at right angles to before. That helped, and I could see beautiful bare skin appearing through the foam. Finally I gently tried some strokes against the grain, softly at first, then slightly firmer to remove all semblance of hair. It already looked good, wet bare skin shining in the daylight.

"Have I done OK?" I asked, "Can I go lower?"

It was a pretty good job actually, so Hailey just nodded, and opened her legs. Now that was a view and a half. I rubbed foam all across her pussy and took the razor across those wonderful lips, ever so gently, and so so carefully. This was not a time for a nervous twitch. The final bit was twixt the two, just where the top of the slit starts - for me perhaps the most attractive area - where the body parts slightly, and you unexpectedly find this hidden valley.

When I was done, I rinsed everything down, applied some balm and took a look at my handiwork. I can honestly say it took my breath away. Hailey was lying there naked, but now shaved bare and completely smooth. Nothing could be hidden away now, everything she had was totally on display and what was on display looked utterly stunning.

She looked down, agreed that I'd done a good job, but was somewhat less effusive. These things take a bit of getting used to, I guess.

I was feeling horny as hell and pretty keen to shove my cock straight into that bare hole. Lordy, you are an old romantic, aren't you?

"I can't really" said Hailey "as I've got the nurse tomorrow and I can't risk anything flowing out while she's trying to do her stuff". A shame, but understandable. "Oh no!" she suddenly squealed, "The nurse, I forgot about the nurse." She looked down towards her newly bare front, ran her fingers across it and spluttered "Oh God, this is so embarrassing!"

"It's fine," I said, "really it is. It's something of a trend - most girls trim or shave to a degree, and anyway, the nurse is far too professional to say anything, no matter what she thinks. She'll be so used to seeing girls with loads of hair, no hair, pink hair and everything in between."

"I suppose." she muttered, "Still, it's embarrassing."

That was a bit of a downer on the mood so despite my intentions, there was no hanky-panky that evening.

The next day she headed off for her appointment with the nurse. No girl ever looks forward to the dreaded pelvic exam, and after the previous evening's drama, this was no exception. We both knew the nurse quite well - the usual inoculations and stuff - so Hailey at least gained some comfort from that. Nurse West was a lovely person, very friendly and very professional.

I tried to make myself productive while Hailey was away but all I could think about was her appointment. At the alloted time I just imagined her being called forward into the small room. She had worn a loose skirt for convenience, so it was just slide down the panties and hop up onto the bench. At some point there would be the invitation to open her legs wide apart and everything would be revealed - that moment of not being able to hide anything. Now there wasn't even any hair to provide a degree of modesty - her beautiful smooth pussy would be totally on display to the nurse.

That was the physical aspect, but there was also a mental element. Shaving Hailey's pussy was meant to have been a personal thing, a private experience shared just between the two of us, but now someone else knew. We could be walking down the street and meet Nurse West coming the other way and she might say to me "So how do like Hailey's new-style pussy? Did you plan it together or did she shave herself to surprise you?" Not that it was going to happen, of course, but technically it could, now she knew.

Somehow I got through the next hour. Hailey returned and I expressed concern at how everything had gone.

"Oh, fine." she said. "Not pleasant, but needs to be done."

I hardly dared ask but "And how was the, err, you know, new look?"

"It felt a bit different initially," she said, "more exposed, but then when Nurse West started doing her thing then I just tried to blank everything, but she was as good as always."

Although it seemed a little insensitive, I had a desperate need to release my cock from it's bindings. It had been pretty stiff all morning and by now I was getting desperate for some relief.

"I couldn't help but think of you all morning" I admitted, "and like it or not, someone is in dire need of attention!"

I dropped my trousers and revealed my cock straining to get free. To her credit, Hailey took pity on me.

"I'm way too sore down there to stick him inside of me, but I think I can help you out some, and it looks like I need to!" She slid my undies down and my cock sprang loose. "Perch yourself on that chair."

She knelt before me and grasped my shaft, gently pulling back on my foreskin. I maybe didn't have the biggest cock in the world but as my swollen head revealed itself, it looked huge and the skin felt tight as it slid back. Most girls faced with an uncut cock will stop pulling back as soon as the head is exposed, but Hailey knew better and slowly continued to pull down until my skin was taut all the way down my length. Then, all the way back up and all the way back down again. Slowly. And again. By now I was audibly growling with desire.

She dipped her head down, opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cock. Her moist lips gave just a little pressure as she slid up and down. Gradually she started to take me a little deeper, not much, but it came as a surprise. Normally Hailey kept to the tip as she didn't like the idea of gagging, but her mouth started to descend my shaft. She got about halfway down and that did it. The first wave of cum just exploded into her mouth without warning - a massive tidal wave of gloop - and her head recoiled back off my cock, just in time for the second wave to splash across her face. I continued to spray uncontrollably - there was cum flying everywhere.

Hailey looked up at me, slightly bemused, and said "What the hell happened there?"

I took a second to recover my composure and looked down at her. There was cum on her nose, cum dripping off her chin and long ropes of white all over her once pristine black top.

"Well," I started, still a bit shaky, "I know it's not a pleasant experience for you, but I couldn't help thinking of you showing your pussy to the nurse and it turned me on something rotten. Sounds a bit cornily exhibitionist, I know, but your body is just perfect and worthy of showing off."

"Actually," she said "it was interesting to feel the air over my bare skin, and maybe it turned me on a little bit too. So, can you shave me again sometime soon?"

Good job I was sat down, as my knees would have given way.

I managed to contain myself pretty well for four days but by then the stubble was starting to show on her, so I suggested another shaving session.

As before, I took care to use plenty of shaving foam, and used a combination of strokes with the razor, first with the grain, then across, then gently against. Hailey was attentive but no longer looking particularly worried. I was taking great care as I didn't want to risk any nasty nicks and destroy her growing confidence. That wasn't the only thing growing, of course. She was back to completely smooth and looking fantastic - and somebody was loving the moment!

I finished up, rinsed everything down, applied some balm and admired my handiwork.

"How's that?" I enquired. Hailey looked down, ran a finger across her mound and said, "You've done a good job - it is very smooth. After ten years of looking at hair down there, it does look strange without any, but I do quite like it - it does feel more sensitive."

"I'm glad you think that," I replied "because I have a surprise. Lie down."

As she sprawled out across the bed I pulled out the massage oil I had been hiding.

"Ooh," she purred "that looks like fun!" and her legs wiggled in anticipation.

I poured a little across her chest. She jumped slightly at the cold liquid - sorry, should have warmed it in my hands first, will know for next time - but then settled down as I started to smooth the oil across her body.

I made sure her breasts were given full attention, smoothing the oil all over them, dropping my hands to the sides and massaging them up and around. Her breasts were just the perfect size and they felt wonderful as my hands slid over them - soft and firm, yet pliable and yielding. My fingertips found her nipples which were now prominent and hard. I ran my hands over them, circling them underneath my palms.