Life was moving fast, Liz reflected, as she sat on the train home from a shopping excursion. It didn't seem like two months since she and husband Sean had celebrated their second wedding anniversary. Sean hadn't been home much since then what with interstate and overseas trips for work.
The day in the city had been fruitful for her. She needed a new dress for the weekend as she and Sean were making use of the anniversary present he had given her, tickets the Australian Ballet performing The Red Shoes. They were only performing it for one night. Liz never missed a chance to dress up and this weekend was going to be special.
Now sitting on the train home with her new dress and shoes she had time to compose herself after running around the hot city all day. It wasn't unusual to still be having hot days in Melbourne in the middle of March and today was not disappointing. Liz had opted to wear a crochet mini dress and was glad of the openness of the weave as it allowed cool air to reach her body when the air-con on the train ramped up as it left the station. There weren't many passengers on board as the train pulled away from Flinders Street station, so she placed her bounty on the seat beside her, however by the time they reached Melbourne Central station the carriage was getting fuller. It wasn't yet peak hour however many of the visitors to the city were making their escape before the peak rush started.
A group of two girls and a guy she judged to be about her own age, perhaps a year or two younger, approached where Liz was sitting, one of the girls making eye contact and smiling as if to say "may we sit here?". Liz took the hint and moved her shopping bags to the floor under her seat, the largest bag needing to be between her feet.
Her mini dress served well enough to cover her modesty, albeit with a little effort, even though it was only just long enough to cover her bottom when sitting. The dress had narrow straps over her shoulders and full cover of her back. The front was buttoned from between her breasts, forming V-neck, to 5cm above the hem, this formed another V at the bottom of the line of buttons down her front. The dress was intended to be figure hugging and it conformed to her firm 10B breasts and athletic stomach. The pattern in the crochet was asymmetrical, an area of larger holes covered her right breast, and she knew her blueberry sized, and now firm, nipple was visible to anyone who looked hard enough. The material on the left breast had smaller holes so only the outline of her nipple was visible to the observer.
Over her left hip was a large patch of larger holes which would have shown her knickers had she been wearing any, she hadn't worn knickers outside work since her anniversary, while her belly and right hip were covered by the centre line of buttons and smaller holes. She knew the last button was about 10cm below her naked pussy when standing and just hid her slit from view when sitting with her knees to together, she dare not look down to check at the moment for fear of attracting attention to her potentially on display pussy.
The guy stepped to the free window seat and sat down opposite Liz, his companions sat in the aisle seats, one beside Liz and the other beside their male friend. The girl sitting diagonally opposite smiled at Liz and said thanks. Liz smiled at them as she got as comfortable as she could now surrounded by extra body heat.
The air-con ramped up more to compensate of the extra passengers on the train and Liz felt a cold breeze across her chest. Her nipples swelled to the coolness, and she felt her right nipple lightly constricted by the edges of a hole in the material, her left nipple brushed against the cotton thread. She knew her right nipple must have been poking through the hole and was glad she had worn the dusty pink version of the dress. The pink nipple would be less obvious against dusty pink than pure white.
The whole situation of her potential exposure had Liz getting aroused. She had found a new side of her personality during their anniversary weekend. Not wearing a bra was normal, she hadn't owned a real bra in her life, having even refused to wear a training bra during puberty. She could think of anything worse than confining her breasts behind elastic just to conform to society. Now vowing to only wear knickers when absolutely required by dress code had added another thrill to her life and lead to her discovery of exhibitionism. Liz looked out the window and thought about how Sean would react when she put her new dress on for the ballet tomorrow night hoping it would take her mind off the teasing her right nipple was getting as it was effectively being caressed and tugged by each movement of her dress.
She saw in her peripheral vision that the guy was looking straight at her chest as he talked with his friends. She knew he could see her nipple and tried to ignore him. She wasn't embarrassed by the exposure; however, she didn't want to encourage him by acknowledging she knew where he was looking. That was until she saw the girl sitting beside him place her hand in his lap, right over his cock and gently rub the bulge in his shorts. The guy looked at his friend as she leant over and whispered something in his ear. He whispered something back to her. Liz saw the girl's eyes move from her friend's face to Liz's chest and then down to her lap. The girl looked at Liz and smiled before noticeably stroking her friend's cock through his shorts.
Liz's eyes shifted to look straight at the girl's hand then up at the guy's face knowing that they had both seen her escaping nipple and her naked pussy. They may have even seen her auburn curls for Liz knew. He smiled before trying to look away. He only succeeded for a moment before his eyes were back on Liz's chest or lap. His friend's hand was slowly rubbing his bulge as she talked to her friend about their shopping. Liz looked out the window and shifted her posture so that she could spread her knees as far as possible in the confined space. If the guy was going to be teased and left out of the conversation by his girlfriend Liz was going to make it worthwhile for him.
The group of friends left the train at Newport station, the girl that had been sitting opposite Liz holding the bulge in the front of her guy's shorts as she gave Liz a smile and wink as they left. Liz smiled back and nodded to acknowledge what might be happing soon in that couple's life. When they had departed, she moved her shopping to the side so she could close her knees before anyone else sat down, by now her nipples had softened a little so that the right nipple was again behind the material, although anyone looking hard enough would have seen it through the hole. A middle-aged lady sat diagonally opposite Liz and gave her a smile to say hello and they travelled to Altona station together where Liz departed.
Liz looked at her watch and decided she didn't have time to go home before her beauty appointment, so she caught the bus to the shopping centre. To both her relief and disappointment she was the only passenger. She arrived at the beauty salon just on time.
"Hi Liz." Maria, the owner, said as Liz waked in the door, "Looks like you have had a good time."
"Just a new dress for tomorrow."
"That's right, the big night at the ballet."
"Finally. I need a weekend away from it all."
"It must be a big weekend; Sean has just called to get a tidy up on his way home." Maria was one of the few beauty technicians in the area that would accommodate male waxing.
"Oh, what time is his booking?"
"5:45."
Liz looked at her watch, it was 4pm, "Oh good, plenty of time for us to finish up and me to get home and this in the car before he sees it." Liz said as she put her bags down behind the counter so they would be out of sight while Maria attended to her treatment.
"So, what are we doing today?" Maria asked as she led Liz to the treatment room.
"Full leg and bikini line clean up."
"Just a clean-up?"
"Yes. Just a clean-up. Has Sean been asking you again?"
"Always." Sean had been trying to enlist Maria's help to convince Liz to get permanent laser hair removal done on her pubic hair, including the patch that Liz proudly wore on her pubic mound.
"Well not today, although did you figure out my idea of shaping it like a diamond?"
"I spoke to a friend who is also in the business, she said it is better to stick to silhouettes on the pussy and sketched this as the way she would do it." Maria held up a sketch of a pentagon shape that looked like diamond gem.
"Yes, that is perfect."
"Good, I will do this when we get to your pussy today. Now I guess you're ready under this cute dress?" Maria knew Liz had taken to going panty free and wasn't surprised at all when Liz kicked off her sandals, pulled her dress up and lay down on the table.
Maria started by giving Liz a full leg wax, she didn't really need to do above the knee however it had been a couple of months since she had done Liz's upper legs and there was a little fuzz returning.
"You know I could laser your legs so you wouldn't have to worry about getting them waxed." Maria told Liz.
"I know, but if I did that, I would have to give in to Sean wanting to get my pussy done too."
"Every time I see him he asks me to talk to you about that."
"He can ask, but I like having the option to groom my pubes." Liz said.
"We could just do your labia and butt crack." Maria suggested, "The hair on your mound could be left to grow naturally. You know I have 45-year-old clients that have been waxing it all off since puberty and now only come in once or twice a year to get the fuzz cleaned up."
"So, they are effectively bald all the time."
"Yes. If they had paid for a laser treatment ten years ago they would have achieved the same result for much less cost and time."
"So long term waxing becomes permanent?"
"Not for everyone. Laser is more guaranteed but still not a certainty, some just have reduced hair growth needing less regular maintenance."
