Gretchen followed her new routine getting ready for work the next day, staying naked until the last possible second. First thing at work, she cleared taking the afternoon off, and spent the morning making sure she had everything wrapped up before she left for the weekend. At about 1:00 she took off, and went to pick up Petra. Petra tossed her bag in the back before climbing in next to Gretchen. She told Gretchen to drive off to the same park where she had done her naked run the night before. Gretchen immediately protested.
"Hey, running naked at night is one thing, but I'm not doing that in the day. I'm not vanilla, but I'm not getting arrested either."
"Woah girl, we're not doing that, don't worry. I have other plans." That got Gretchen even more worried. They chatted as she drove, and soon they were at the park. Early on a Friday afternoon the park was almost completely empty. A few joggers here and there, but all the picnic shelters were all empty. Petra led her into the park and across a large field. The walk was hot in the sun, but Gretchen thought she might be sweating for other reasons. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming was really getting to her. Finally, they sat at a table and looked around. The shelter was in a bit of a gully and was less visible to anyone jogging in the park. Gretchen looked in all directions, but couldn't see anyone. Petra set her bag on the table, and began pulling out whatever it was she had brought. A small bowl, a thermos, a mug, and a small bag were soon all on the table. Gretchen was perplexed.
"I've been checking out some of this internet stuff that you're so into," Petra smiled wickedly, "and I noticed that most of the girls you see don't have a muff. I think it's so if you're an exhibitionist that you can be sure everyone will see you. So I want you to strip from the waist down and shave your coochie." She was laughing as she said it.
"Here?" Gretchen was horrified. She had always been proud of her luxurious bush, it made her feel so womanly. Shaving it would make her look like a baby, it seemed wrong. To say nothing of doing it in broad daylight in a public park.
"It's quiet here, and if you go quickly, I'm sure you'll be done before anyone sees you. Of course, don't go too quickly, you wouldn't want to nick anything," Petra smirked, "but you'd better get those pants off." She pulled a cordless trimmer out of the bag and held it out to her.
Gretchen looked all around, then mentally shrugged her shoulders, and undid the zipper on her slacks. Soon she was naked from the waist down. She sat at the picnic bench, facing out, and spread her legs. Pausing a moment to reflect on what she was doing, she decided that it would always grow back. She used the clippers and quickly had reduced her glorious bush to stubble. Petra took the thermos, poured a little hot water in the bowl, and then pulled out a shaving brush, dipped in the bowl, and made some foam in the mug.
"Here you go sweetie, use the brush to get good and lathered."
Gretchen looked up to take the mug, and then noticed that Petra had the motion capture in her other hand. She should have known that this would end up on video. She took the mug and brush, and ran it all over her mound and down along her slit. The feeling was unbelievable. The warm brush going along her lips, caressing her clit, she loved the feeling. A flash of light let her know that Petra had taken a picture of her as well.
"Is that really necessary?" Gretchen razzed her.
"I'm telling you, those guys who saw your picture from the other night, they want more," Petra laughed, and snapped another photo.
Gretchen kept looking around to see if anyone would see her, but the coast was still clear. Petra handed her a razor, telling her that it was a brand new blade. Slowly, and very carefully, Gretchen shaved herself. She kept having to pull on her lips and touch her clit, sending warm waves over her body as she did. The whole experience, touching herself, being so exposed in public, having Petra right there and taking a video, it was really getting to her.
Suddenly she saw a couple women in the distance, jogging. She slapped her legs together and cowered down so they wouldn't see. The women paid her no notice, and soon were out of sight again.
"Get going again girl," Petra urged her on. Gretchen went back to work, and soon had finished shaving her mound and along her lips. Petra wasn't done though.
"Don't forget your butt crack, I can see a few hairs there. But before you do, give me your bra."
Gretchen was getting good at taking her bra off under her top, and soon she handed it over. She took the mug and brush and worked up her crack, moving it back and forth across her asshole. It felt kind of funny, and she felt very dirty for even doing it. She had to squat on the ground to reach back there with the razor, but soon she was completely hairless. She sat back on the bench and Petra handed her a bottle of lotion.
"Rub that in, it will keep the skin nice and smooth where you shaved."
Gretchen did as she was told, and was soon rubbing lotion all over her crotch, which with the warm sun hitting it felt unbelievably good. She let out a small moan.
