This is a future where recreational vaginal sex is outlawed as are birth control devices (pills, IUDs, diaphragms, morning-after pills, etc.), abortions...all non-procreative intra vaginal sex. Women are first and foremost considered brood mares. In the 40s and 50s STDs were eradicated so condoms would be banned.
"So different from when we were kids," John sighed, "we sat at desks with kids all around. Now everyone stays in their lanes, and when in their classrooms they have plexiglass shields around them. No one has any personal contact anymore. Intimacy is gone," he sighed. "And sex. It's all done through apps..."
Stacy chuckled, "Christ! You sound just like your dad. He reminded us how tough it was growing up with climate change, food shortages, and gas prices, though I never understood that. Why would anyone want to drive a car with wheels let alone one that required explosions to run? Anyhow, you should sit on the porch and yell at the kids to get off your lawn."
"And we had lawns...porches. Not only is there no grass in sight, we don't even have a balcony," he sighed. John looked at the concrete building across the courtyard before looking back at his wife. He felt the familiar sense of pride as he checked her out. They met...yes, met face to face, strange, but they met in a park in the middle of Silcaval. Well, not really in the middle, it was on the east side about 70 miles from the middle....close enough. Anyhow, his Kia Hov3's gravitron module failed causing the $76,000 vehicle to plop to the ground. I know what you'll say. You get what you pay for. The mid-priced Hyundai G6 has the 6th generation gravitron with 4-way built-in redundancy and it was only $140,000. He was able to pull it off the hoverway with the donuts. Donuts were retractable wheels about half the diameter of the early 21st-century car tires. They were made of a dense polymer whose primary purpose was maintenance and repairs.
He was waiting for the towcopter when he noticed the Steve Jobs Open Space. It had been years since he'd been in an open space unless you count the huge atrium in the Cupertino Mall. There were trees and hedges lining gravel walkways. He stepped inside and almost immediately he could hear quiet...OK, not truly quiet, but the humming from the millions of vehicles in the metro area faded. He didn't like the feeling but it must have been what early settlers felt as they trekked through the wilderness. He was about to turn back when he saw a flash of pure gold.
John moved farther into the trees when he saw the woman. The gold he saw was her hair, which both shocked and aroused him. So few women had any hair on their bodies except for eyebrows and eyelashes. Body hair had been diminishing on the human body for years, At the turn of the century, few women except porn actresses, or as they are currently known, vidstars shaved their private areas. That changed in the 20s as it became more popular. Much as red lipstick was used by the whores in 19th century London to advertise their cocksucking skills before becoming more universally popular, clam shaving became the norm. In the early 30s, college girls brazenly made cuts in their yoga pants and blue jeans showing off their bare mons (along with letting the boys know they weren't wearing underwear). Then, women's clothes designers began employing cutouts and slits to expose their bare mons and their clam-clefts. Sales of panties and thongs plummeted while outer garments with creative gaps soared.
By the mid 30's women still had head hair but nowhere else. Then after the last pandemic when head hair was blamed for carrying the COVID45 virus, people wore hairnets but soon many just shaved their heads. Soon, shaved heads became the norm. The streets were filled with shiny bobbing heads as most wanted to show off their cranial shapes. Skull polish with SPF ratings starting at 70 became the #4 commodity on the market. That spawned various hair removal places, mostly mom-and-pop shops that did full-body hair removal. Then came the Nair-O-Mats which became as ubiquitous as Starbucks and often next door to them. No longer was it a chore to have body hair removed through barbaric methods like waxing and shaving.
Nair-O-Mats were walk-in, walk-through spas that combined depilatories and lasers. The naked client entered a chamber with a mask covering his or her head As they rode a conveyor belt, there was no reason to see. First, foam jets covered every exposed inch of the client's body, followed by warm jets of water that removed 99% of their hair. Then just after warm air fully dried the person, a scanner detected any remaining hairs, and targeted lasers removed those. Next, an aloe gel was sprayed thinly onto the person's body after which they entered a dressing chamber where their freshly cleaned and dried clothes awaited them. The entire procedure took no longer than it took a barista to make a foamed latte...which is often what would be waiting for them next door.
Then in the late 50s, it became the rage to be as hairless as possible, and just eye patches were worn and after the denuding, the patron went into the lightening room. They removed their eye patches while a helmet was lowered over their head and microsensors bleached every lash and eyebrow hair completing the nude look.
That was when the college girls started cutting out the fronts of their yoga pants or jeans revealing their shaved mons.
So, John seeing the flash of gold on the beautiful woman was something to get his blood pumping. Few women kept their hair, and fewer still went out without hoodies or hats to hide their hirsute lifestyle. It was as if she wanted people to know she was organic. He'd never talked to any woman without first exchanging texts, insta-dms, snap-pics, and DNA reports but he couldn't help himself.
"Sorry," he said softly so he didn't startle her, "I didn't know anyone ever came in here," he said.
Stacy jumped back. Seeing a strange man face to face off the street just didn't happen. Neither was wearing a face mask and he unconsciously held a hand over his mouth even though they were separated by 10 yards. He looked OK though and she held up her binoculars, "Robins. Someone said they saw robins in this park." She looked up and shook her head, "I think they were having me," she sighed. "Just pigeons, ravens, mourning doves, and crows." She saw him staring at her hair. She loved the feeling of her hair on her face and even though all her friends called her a hippie (she had to look that term up) she didn't care. She always wore the headpiece when she got Naired. She shrugged, "Sorry. Why are you here?"
John looked back just as he heard the whir of the towcopter, "Um. My car. It broke down. That's my ride, but..." he hesitated, "Um, could we text? Maybe Vidchat?"
Stacy laughed, "Coffee. Ask me for coffee. I don't DMChat, Vidchat, or even Audtalk much."
John nodded, "Coffee? The Starbucks over...where are we?" he asked.
Stacy laughed again, "Broadcom Heights. Can you make 8 AM tomorrow at the Dell MarketPlace over on 1122nd?" she asked.
John grinned and nodded. He might have to get a Lyftber but he'd be there. His heart was pounding harder as he considered the risks they both were taking. Meeting face to face 10 yards apart was one thing, but meeting for coffee? That was so intimate.
