Facing the mirrored door I remove my clothes. The tiny strip of white seemingly transparent against the dark mound that it covers. Stray, curly hairs escape beneath the elastic tickling my inner thighs. Sitting on the bed, I spread my legs. My vagina looks dark and mysterious, a mass of tangled hair, poking through the thin material, peeking around the edges. I pull the material taut and a glimpse of flesh can be seen. My lips are poking prominently against the silky patch of my panties. The wider I spread my legs the smaller the panties get till hair and flesh can be seen creeping underneath the elastic. I stand and remove my panties... hair springs to life like a caged monster released from captivity. I part the hair and can see the pale skin beneath the hair... the stark contrast of black and white... negative and positive space.
The request runs through my head. The need to explore more. Sit... spread legs... more flesh is revealed Lips almost pouting in expression. Hair growing sparse as I run my finger down my pouting lips and spread them wide with my fingers. Even here there are wayward wanderers. They blanket my wondrous little nub hidden between my supple pink lips. They dance around my womanly hole, like Indian princesses gathering the wet dew that leaks from within. A subtle expression of my excitement knowing the act that I am about to perform to please you.
Vision Two
Sitting on the ledge of the sunken tub facing the mirrored wall, materials needed lined in a row beside me, like instruments for a surgical procedure. An operatic transformation. Small blue handled scissors, pink plastic razor, a can of shaving cream for sensitive skin, round hand mirror, white fluffy wash cloth and towel. The request flutters once through my mind as I spread the towel in the empty tub between my legs and pick up the blue handled scissors. My hands take a clump of curly hair and the scissors move to the base... Snip!
Multiple snips later... 34 years of growth lie on the white towel and flesh not seen since early puberty is exposed. I spread my lips, nub clearly visible I rub it bringing dew from my watering hole. My Indian princesses now merely black dots on pink flesh can't catch and hold it, so it travels down my fleshy vagina, resting wetly on my seated bottom. Reaching down I gather the towel by the four corners and fold it to remove it from the tub. Rushing hot water quickly replaces it and the white fluffy wash cloth becomes a floating raft. Picking up the hot cloth, squeezing excess water out of the steaming rag, I quickly lay it on my nearly bare mound and upturned lips. The touch spreads like fire as it warms and softens my remaining stubble. Squeezing a small mound of shaving cream into my hand, I spread it thickly over my mound, as I pick up the pink razor and in one single upward swipe deathly pale flesh shines through, I finger it feeling the smoothness. I continue until my mound resembles the smooth flesh of my adolescence years. More foamy and a few more careful swipes and my outer lips are fully exposed. I use the small round mirror to get a closer look at my puffy pink lips devoid of any hair.