She was the most socially inept woman I had ever met. She was the most brilliant woman I had ever met.
She worked for me and I had to apologize to many for her gaffes and lack of etiquette often. The only person in the office that would talk to her had just retired early, she was all mine now.
I did appreciate her genius, her stick to it attitude, the money she made for us. She was not unpleasant to look at and truly she did not have a mean bone in her body but she was brusque and to the point in every conversation and never understood that often the only one that understood what she was saying was her.
Her retired keeper, er.., supervisor, Dora, had at least gotten her to pay attention to personal hygiene and convinced her she had no business driving a car. She never understood that stopping in the middle of the street, or through two traffic signal sequences irritated the hell out of other drivers. Now it was just a matter of getting her to remember to get off the bus.
She was arrested for shop lifting. Not the first time but the court understood she was not stealing, it just never crossed her mind to pay for the items unless there was no one in line at the register. She never stood in line for anything, it was counterproductive she thought.
The new store manager had her arrested and I had to bail her out and explain to her what she had done. She was mortified with herself and refused to speak to anyone except herself for the rest of the day.
The court fined her and ordered a psychiatric evaluation. They decided she needed supervision and I hired a pleasant woman that soon drained Billie's accounts. I hired a second that quit after the first week, she said she did not need the aggravation.
I decided to bring her home with me until I found someone that would look after her.
She was in her mid twenties, I was in my mid thirties. I knew I would not be able to keep up with her but she was working on the financial health of a very large client and I needed her to concentrate.
My concentration level was immediately challenged when as soon as she had settled in my spare bedroom she came out naked. I knew she did that with her previous keepers and roommates but somehow I had assumed she would not do that when she was living with a man.
She had a glorious body with one unpleasant characteristic, she apparently did not shave anywhere.
She also did not knock on doors before barging in, she caught me undressed several times but the only one unnerved by that was me.
She did seem to enjoy being in my house and was in my home office for hours at a time. She began to make headway in the project.
I had a hot tub in my covered patio. It was small, rated for four people but only two could fit comfortably in it.
Apparently she had never been in a hot tub before and asked me about it so I invited her to get in with me sometime. She chose that time and immediately got in. I doubt she noticed that I was nude.
She stumbled getting in and landed on my lap with her tits on my face. By the time she recovered I had kissed a tit but I doubted she felt that. She was soon sitting next to me sighing about the warm water and the gentle bubbles.
I saw tension leave her body and she was soon asleep. I allowed her twenty minutes then woke her up.
"It is not good to stay in the hot water for very long, it may cause imbalances in the body systems and will make it difficult to walk," I explained.
She nodded, stood to leave the tub and fell back towards me. I held her up by putting my hands on her ass and she mumbled something, got herself steady and left the tub. She had started towards the house before I pointed out she was dripping wet and I had a towel. She allowed me to dry her body then waited for me to dry myself before we walked in.
She did look at my erection.
"How long do we have to wait before we can go back in?" she asked.
"I usually go in just once a day but my guess is after four hours would be OK. You would need for me to always be around because you would end up never wanting to get out," I said.
"True," she giggled.
I did not know she had a sense of humor.
Our first week went by pretty normally except for the always nude part. I thought about asking her to at least put on a t-shirt but reconsidered, she had a very fine body.
She did notice my partial erections.
We were in the tub one evening and she said she could not imagine anything better.
I decided to take a shot and said, "The hot tub seems to enthrall women right after they shave off all their body hair first. You could test if that is true or not."
"Will you shave me? I have never done that."
"No, I would be afraid I would nick you where it would really hurt to be nicked."
She giggled and after a while she hurried to my office. We had been in the tub about only fifteen minutes. The solution to a problem had apparently presented itself to her.
Her ass was magnificent.
The following week she was as hairy as ever. She would also come sit with me in the tub when she saw me in it. Sometimes her tits nudged my body. Sometimes her hand nudged my cock.
She was one of those people that talk with her hands.
However, she never apologized.
She did note that every time we were in the tub together I had an erection. She never commented on that either.
That next Saturday morning I dressed and went to a store and got her a feminine electric shaver, razor and foam, and a dilapidator.
I also bought her a bag of Mounds candy bar, she loved those, then picked up a pizza. As expected she had not realized I was gone but allowed me to interrupt her for lunch. As usual she had her pad with her at the table so I asked her to look up hot tub limits.
She did then said, "No one seems to agree on anything except that staying in too long would cause problems. I did lose my balance getting out the first couple of times but not this week so my limit now is apparently twenty five minutes. But I have seen you stay longer than that so it's possible I can stretch my time in there."
"True but stay under thirty minutes at a time, wait at least thirty minutes before getting back in."
"Good plan. Can we go back in now?"
"No, it would interfere with the digestive process. We can go back in after an hour or so if you would like."
"Can you shave me now?"
I had to chuckle, she sounded like a little girl asking if she could open her presents now.
"Let me fix me some coffee first.
Look into the bag on the counter, all of that is for you."
"Oh."
"Read the instructions."
She ate her candy as she did and I rejoined her at the table with my coffee. She looked up feminine hygiene on her tablet and clicked on the shaving link.
"This is a lot of trouble," she said.
"It is if you don't get rewarded for it but you don't know if you will be unless you do it first. If you really want to try it you need to take a shower first."
As she left I inserted batteries in her electric shaver and plugged it in. I picked up her razors and found my beard trimming scissors then picked up my foot stool and stepped into the shower with her.
I sat and began to trim her pussy hair with the scissors.
She did not say a word and just watched me. My hand was on her pussy somewhere during the entire process and I may have heard a soft moan but paid no attention to it.
I knew she had been fucked and had her pussy eaten. The first time for each were experiments. She did not like the fuck but loved her pussy to be eaten, however her mind seldom went in that direction. She rarely masturbated.
She had told me all of that months ago as we waited for some numbers to arrive. I don't think it crossed her mind that was a very personal revelation.
