The locals know of a privately owned, pretty secluded but not inaccessible stretch of lake shore near an old abandoned church not far from where I live. I like to do my nude sunbathing there because of how remote it is, although you have to make something of a commitment to get there. You have to know it's there first off, there are no signs as it's private property. Second thing is that the nearest place you can park still leaves a 10-15 minute hike through a mostly wooded area and there can be mosquitoes. But the payoff is for real. It's very beautiful, its quiet and there are no houses visible from there on any part of the opposing shore line. If you cant see them then they cant see you either. I was there alone and naked one very beautiful August afternoon three years ago.
I have a tendency to exhibitionism and have to be careful about that, i.e. not to take unnecessary chances. I was keeping a pretty careful eye out as you can imagine and well before they saw me, I saw an elderly couple working their way up the shoreline, hand-in-hand and stepping carefully among the stones. They looked to be in their early 70's. I made a quick risk calculation and decided to go for it.
I stealthily moved closer to the shoreline such that'd they'd see me for sure once they got within 50 yards or so. I pretended preoccupation with my book and waited from them to come up onto my position. I was prepared to grab a towel and apologize but they both were very much nonplussed by the situation. They stopped 10 feet away to engage me, to remark about the beautiful weather and so on.
So I got up, went over to shake hands and stood there stark naked, hands on hips, having a perfectly lovely conversation with them for more than 20 minutes. They'd been married over 50 years and they would just steal your heart - so sweet. I was pretty much shocked, however, by what happened next.
As we were saying our goodbyes, she pardoned herself for the question but asked if I shaved as a matter of comfort or hygiene. So now I'm standing there with these two sweet-as-can-be senior citizens, and suddenly out of nowhere, we're all looking at and talking about my shaved pussy. But I wasn't put off by that. I wasn't aroused by it either at that point but l liked having them look at me that way - there was a bit of thrill to it for me.
I answered her forthrightly, "Its both" I said, and she nodded her head, seemingly satisfied with that answer. But she kept looking a my pussy and held her hand up to her cheek, pursing her lips and moving her mouth around a little. I knew there as another question coming. Her husband was of course looking too but wasn't saying much.
"Well dear, I know this is a personal matter but you seem pretty comfortable with us. Can I ask another question?" she asked in conclusion.
I knew their names as we had exchanged such pleasantries earlier and I said, "Sure Anna, what is it?"
intentionally or otherwise, she again directed attention to my pussy when she said, "Well you look so smooth down there but I would have thought I'd see stubble."
"Ahh, I see. Well it looks smooth because it is Anna. I shaved carefully just before I came out here today, took my time and went slow. I used my luffa exfoliate before and after the shave and the result, as you see, on day one anyhow, is indeed quite smooth and free of bumps and stubble." I was so tempted to run my fingers lightly across my labia to demonstrate my point but I held off.
