Linda and I had become friends the first day we moved into the neighborhood. She announced herself as the self proclaimed welcome lady and brought us a cake and sandwiches the day we moved in. A friendship quickly formed between the two of us. It was especially helpful that two of her daughters were the same age as my daughters.
Nearly every morning after the kids were off to school Linda would go for a walk and pass by our house. Occasionally she'd stop by for a cup of coffee and some conversation along the way, so it wasn't a huge surprise one morning when I answered the door to find Linda on the doorstep.
I could tell as soon as she came in the house that something was on her mind, but didn't think much of it. We went into the sunroom and I poured us each a cup of coffee as we sat and enjoyed the spring sunshine.
Our conversation centered on the kids, the rough winter we'd had and plans for the upcoming weekend. However, throughout the whole time we were talking Linda seemed distracted. Finally, I got up the courage to ask her if there was anything bothering her.
Linda put her cup down and leaned toward me. Her voice lowered and she had a hard time looking at me, which wasn't like her at all.
"Well, I have a question I want to ask you but I'm afraid to ask.....It's very difficult....."
Fearing the worst I put my hand on her arm and assured her that she could ask anything and it would be okay. "Is it about the kids? Is something wrong?"
"No, no. It's nothing like that..." She assured me, "it's about....well...sex."
I was really taken back by that! Throughout our friendship Linda was a very modest and conservative person. Discussing anything about sex was the last thing I expected. But I encouraged her to go on. "Nothing you can ask will be too embarrassing for me. I promise." I said sitting back somewhat relieved.
"Well, Ron and I...it's our anniversary this weekend and...well the kids are going to be gone Saturday night. We're going out to eat and then going to a hotel with a Jacuzzi."
"That's great! Do you need us to watch the girls or anything? Anything we can do..." I had no idea what this had to do with sex, but offered any way I could help.
"Well, no...Thank you, we have that covered but...well. Ron and I we...well we fantasize about things and...well..."
"Linda," I encouraged, "What do you need? Tell me. It's okay." Funny how just this silly discussion was having an effect on me. Something about the idea of her and Ron even having fantasies was arousing.
"Well," Linda let out a huge sigh, "It's like this. Ron has always wanted me to shave my...uh, well my..."
"Your pussy?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to and it took Linda back. "Sorry"
"No! I mean its okay and y-yes. He wants to see me shaved. But I've never done it and it may sound stupid but I'm not sure exactly what to do."
"Do you want me to help you shave your pussy?" I'd shaved for years but the thought of shaving another woman was really arousing me.
Linda looked at me shyly. "Would you mind?"
"Not at all. We can do it now if you want. I have some time."
Linda agreed and I led her into the bathroom off or our master bedroom. I was still in my robe but gave her another one I had hanging on the door. It was a silky, short robe that Ben, my husband, really liked. Linda took the robe and began to take her clothes off while I got things together. I watched her undress in the mirror and have to admit I liked what I saw.
She had larger tits than I realized, a bit saggy from bearing children and getting older, but her nipples were huge. She slipped her sweats off to reveal a nice hairy mound hidden beneath white lace thongs. She turned to take them off and I got a look at her firm, round ass.
I spread some towels on the floor. "I think it might work best of you lay here on the towels so I can show you want to do. If you lay this way (I showed her how) you'll be able to see what I'm doing in the full length mirror in case you want to do this on your own sometime."
Linda lay down on the floor. Her ass towards the mirror and her short robe barely covering her pussy. I took a warm damp washcloth and washed her pubic mound gently. I was still very aroused. I'd often fantasized about being with another woman. Never did I dream it would be like this. I spent a little more time than I needed washing her and watching us in the mirror. I noticed Linda watching as well and after a few minutes she raised her hips to meet my touch.
"So, do you and Ron fantasize a lot when you are having sex?" I asked as I massaged her pussy.
"Mmmm, sometimes." She was relaxing more, "Ron really would like to see me involved with another woman sometime, but I'm not sure."
