This is the continuation of Julia's Sexual Adventure. I would recommend that you read Day 1 first, but it's not absolutely necessary.
Roman
*****
It was the next morning. Julia lay in bed, feeling wonderful. Yesterday had been an incredible one -- and it started off so badly! That reminded her; she needed to get a plumber round to fix the washing machine and Steve -- wonderful, handsome, athletic Steve -- had promised to fix her car. She thanked goodness that she was unlikely to get pregnant -- she had been fitted with an IUD four years before, something her husband had very little time left to him to make use of. He had loved the feel of 'bare-backed sex' with her.
Now it was only 7am. She'd gone to bed early, tired after their sexual activities. Who would have thought it? Widowed for three years and never having had a sexual experience with anyone other than her husband; then being ravished by a twenty one year old. Ravished -- was that the right word? Did he force her? Well, no, not really. She did everything willingly. Yes, he spanked her a bit, but they had already had sex prior to that and anyway, there was something... enjoyable about the pain that she felt. Her mind wandered back to the marvellous feelings she had.
Unbidden, her hands slid onto her nightie-clad breasts. They seemed more sensitive that usual, particularly around the nipples -- which were very hard indeed. She imagined it was Steve's hands caressing her, but he wouldn't have put up with the material, so she yanked the nightgown up over her tits and set about rubbing and pulling at the maroon colour nubs. She was aware that the rest of her body was now naked under the bedclothes and her legs parted of their own accord and she began to writhe.
It was inevitable that a hand would snake down to her pussy, pushing through the thick forest of her pubic hair to find the already sopping folds of her vagina.
Masturbation was something that Julia had only really discovered in the last few years -- since her husband died. But it was something that she had reserved for the bathroom, specifically in a nice, warm bath. Until yesterday that is. She didn't have time (or the inclination) to run a bath now, instead she slipped her middle digit into her pussy and worked it right in, before using it to finger-fuck herself. When she got close to orgasm, she pulled it out and concentrated on her clitoris, rubbing it rapidly. She yelled as the fires spread out through the rest of her body.
*****
Eventually, Julia got up out of bed and went and had a bath. She lay back luxuriating in the warmth, the bubbles tickling her skin where it touched the surface. She looked down at her body, which was slightly misshapen because of the water. She saw the soap suds part momentarily and reveal her pubic hair.
"Now that is going to have to be dealt with," she said out loud. "I mean, I'm not expecting anything like yesterday again and anyway Steve didn't complain, but it needs trimming at least. And I really must stop talking to myself!"
In the past Julia had kept her pussy hair trimmed. Occasionally she had waxed her bikini line, but the hair that was left was usually kept to less than a centimetre in length. She was drying herself off when she looked more closely. Not surprisingly, at her age she was now sporting quite a few grey hairs. She didn't like them in the hair on her head and regularly paid a visit to the local hairdressers to have them dealt with. The idea of dying her pubic hair was a non-starter, besides, who was going to see her pussy? "Well, I will," she thought.
Back in the bedroom, Julia took out a pair of nail scissors and sat down on a towel before beginning to trim the hair as short as possible. She sat cross-legged as she worked, aware that her pussy was starting to tingle again. After fifteen minutes she stood up to inspect her handiwork. It looked a lot better -- it no longer looked like a jungle, but she still wasn't entirely satisfied; it looked patchy due to the silver hairs.
"I wonder...," she said.
Pulling open the bottom drawer of her dressing table she looked for her husband's beard trimmer (he only ever used it for his sideburns). Taking it out of its pouch, she looked at it and then down at her crotch. She then set it at its lowest height and switched it on. Lying on the towel on the bed, she made an experimental pass to gauge the results.
"Oh!" she said. "That's... kind of nice!" The vibration was tingling deliciously. It took two minutes to cover her entire pubic region, by which time she was panting. Leaving the device switched on, she rotated it so that the smooth back of the head was now against her skin and ran it down over her clitoris and labia. It reminded her of the motorbike ride the day before -- only more direct, faster. Already aroused, her pussy began leaking lubrication. Her heels dug into the duvet and her hips lifted from the bed. Her hand movements became more rapid and then, suddenly, stopped altogether. She pressed the buzzing razor hard against her sex and howled.
*****
When Julia had recovered and cleaned herself up, she then took a critical look at the effects of the razor. Alas, she still wasn't completely happy. She sighed, realising that she was probably going to have to use a wet razor. She reached back into the dressing table to find a new one and found an empty packet. But then she spied the box next to it, containing a depilatory cream that she sometimes used on her legs. She always considered it more of a hassle to use, but was normally very pleased with the results. She knew she would have to be careful if she used it on her pubic area, but figured it was worth trying.
Back in the bathroom, she unhooked the shower head and laid it in the bath ready to use. Then she removed the lid from the tube and took hold of the applicator. Squeezing a line of cream on the end of it, she then smoothed it across her entire pubic area (with the exception of the sensitive parts -- which she had protected with Vaseline). She waited, hoping that she wouldn't feel any burning that would indicate an adverse reaction. After five minutes there hadn't been any problems and it was time to remove the debris. She used the reverse side of the applicator to scrape the cream and hair away and then stepped into the bath to carefully wash away the remains.
Julia took her time and made sure that she had removed all cream, hair and Vaseline from her pussy before she stepped out of the bath and patted herself dry with the towel. Once dry, she took a closer look. Now she was satisfied; it was beautifully smooth and free of hair. She ran her hand across her lower abdomen and was amazed at the silky feel. Of course (she told herself) she had just check to make sure that her pussy lips were OK. They were, but on the spur of the moment she decided that (for once) it would be nice to feel free of panties for the day. So she dressed in a simple white blouse and navy blue knee-length skirt.
*****
Shortly after 10am, Steve turned up with the part that she needed for her car. It took him only thirty minutes to fit the replacement starter motor. She asked him to come inside so that she could pay him. She wasn't entirely unaware that she was opening herself up to the possibility of another sexual encounter with him, but he had acted as if nothing had happened before, so she responded in the same manner.
"There's no need, Mrs. Gill -- Julia -- I'm just glad to be of help."
"Yes, but the part must have cost money. I can't let you pay for it."
He followed her inside to the kitchen and she retrieved her handbag. She asked how much she owed and Steve reluctantly gave her a figure. Taking her purse out she extracted the money.
"There you are Steve. And thanks very much for sorting it out for me." She paused then said, "And thanks for yesterday. I mean... getting me to the interview in time... and lunch...and...everything."
"That's OK Julia, it was my pleasure. Is there... anything else I can do for you?"
Julia's mouth went very dry. There was no misunderstanding what he was asking her, was there?
"Um, well... there's something that I'd like your opinion on." Her heart was beating fast. She hadn't planned for this at all.
"What's that then?" he asked.
"Huh?" She was losing track, "Oh! Well, er, you'll need to... to... put your hand up my skirt to find out."
There, she had said it. Now it was up to him if he wanted to take it any further.
Steve stepped closer and, looking into her eyes, reached down and pulled her skirt up. His hand went straight between her now parted legs and onto her pussy.