This was the fourth time she had ever gotten a Brazilian wax in downtown Beverly Hills. She was going to travel overseas soon and a clean wax was essential.
She enjoyed the moment of silence in the lobby. After a month of what felt like nonstop clients, silence was a relief. This was an expensive place, but she was always willing to pay top dollar for beauty regimens.
The employee today was a young Asian woman, probably a college student who worked here part-time.
"Jennifer?" the employee called out.
"That's me."
They went to their private room where she was told to remove her bottom and position herself on the table. She knew the drill.
Her phone beeped and she answered it.
She spoke to one of her clients from the previous week.
"Yes... yes.... Thank you so much Mrs. Jenson.... It was truly a pleasure... I appreciate that so much.... It was a beautiful wedding... All my love... I will... Take care, bye."
The phone call warmed her heart. It was what she lived for. She removed her heels, pants, and panties, laying bottomless on the table. She spread herself for the employee. There was no shame. Years of running had rewarded her with toned and sculpted legs.
Looking up, she noticed that the employee was fixated on her vagina while preparing the wax. It was a deep gaze. She knew what the employee was looking at. She could practically feel the employee's eyes scanning her clitoris, thin brown labia, and her pinkness in the middle. With her legs spread this wide, she knew that her hole was open too.
"You're very pretty," the employee said politely. "Down there, I mean."
She smiled, "Thank you. I get that lot."
It had become a source of pride for her. And really, she had heard these same compliments repeatedly from all her past sexual partners. She had even seen the gazes from doctors too, both male and female.
What she had been told all her adult life was something very simple, something that she had come to accept, and appreciate.
She had a perfect pussy.
It was power.
***
There were only two reasons why Jennifer subjected herself and her son to the frigid cold of a Norway winter.
The first reason was that Norway is where her family came from. She wanted to truly explore her roots. And she wanted to share the same experience with her 18 year old son. It would be a bonding moment they'd always cherish together, hopefully.
The second reason was much simpler. She was so burnt out from her job as a high-profile event coordinator that she desperately needed the break.
So for the first time in many, many years, she had decided to forgo her usual meticulous planning in favor of just living day-by-day. It would be a real adventure for her and Robbie.
All Jennifer had was a small list of places and a stack of cash. She had combed through photo albums and old contact information, hoping to trace their family roots as far back as possible.
This led her and Robbie to a tiny little town in the northern part of Norway. Not much could be found about this place online, other than the population was less than 5,000. It was very remote, very old fashion, and freezing cold during that time of year. If she had seen this place in a movie, she would have figured it was the 1950's the way people were living.
There was nothing reminiscent of modern living. No technology. No wifi. Nothing. Only a few running engines which powered the lights and water heaters.
Their hotel wasn't much of a hotel either. It looked more like a series of shacks which were rented out to whoever was interested in ice fishing. It meant they'd be sleeping only a few feet away from each other.
There was also a shower and sauna in the same bathroom, which thankfully had an abundance of hot water.
"I'm glad we're here," Jennifer said, shivering in their little room after they had arrived.
"It's freezing."
"I know. The only heater is in the washroom."
"There's a train headed back to Oslo tomorrow," Robbie pointed out. "It could be our secret."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we can take pictures tomorrow morning and tell everyone back home that we stayed the entire week. No one will ever know that we left."
Jennifer smiled, her lips nearly trembling. "Well, too bad. We're staying. We've already come this far."
"It was just a suggestion. Oslo is nice."
"Here is nice too. It's where our family lived for many generations."
"Mom, we live in America now."
"Now you're learning something new," she said. "Hopefully we'll learn plenty of new things here."
***
With their big jackets on, they explored the outdoors the next morning. After a rest, they explored the small town in the afternoon. They were planning on eating dinner at a nice restaurant but a sudden snowstorm made that nearly impossible.
Since it was expected to snow all night, they decided to just stay in their small shack (or whatever it was supposed to be). They shivered in their big coats while sitting on their beds, facing each other.
"It's like the arctic winds out there," he joked while shaking.
"It's not that bad."
"Outside is the opposite of hell."
"Very funny," she said dryly.
"Should we just cover ourselves with a blanket? We could, you know, sleep with all our clothes on."
Jennifer thought for a moment. "The owner did tell me of a technique to keep warm."
"What is it?"
"The locals just stay in the sauna."
He nodded. "That's a great idea. Do you know how to use it?"
"Not really," she replied. "I didn't ask. But the shower is piping hot though."
"It's pretty late for a shower."
"I know, but it would feel so nice."
"Now you're talking," he smiled. "Should we huddle around the hot shower water like we're wild animals?"
"Animals need heat too."
***
They went inside the bathroom and closed the door. They had removed their coats and they were still dressed in their sweaters and pants, while barefoot. The bathroom was old fashioned and tightly sealed. It was designed to keep the heat in.
Jennifer switched on the shower to the highest temperature for heat. The water pointed down to the drain and steam was quickly filling the room. They sat on the bench used for the sauna and just enjoyed the warmth.
"This feels nice," Jennifer said, feeling perked up.
"Amazing."
They both closed their eyes and rested their heads on the wooden board behind them. As much as they loved the sightseeing they had done and the history they had learned, this was the most pleasure they had gotten all day.
Steam kept filling the room. They were still cold in their bones and the steam was making great progress in warming them up. Their clothes were quickly absorbing the moisture from the piping hot water.
"What should we do about this?" Robbie asked, gesturing to the wetness on his sweater. "Pretty soon we'll be drenched."
"You're right. Our clothes won't dry in our bedroom either since it's so cold in there. I don't want our clothes to smell like mold."
"Should we stop then?"
"I can live with the heat we've gotten so far," she replied. "How about you?"
"I'm still freezing."
"Hmmm.... I don't want you to catch a cold or anything. We still have a few days ahead of us."
"How do the locals survive this?"
"First of all, the locals have the luxury of living in houses with heaters and fireplaces. Secondly, hot water is how a lot of people keep warm. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
Jennifer shrugged. "We can always leave our clothes in the other room and enjoy the steam here."
"That's really European."
"It is. Sauna nudity is much different in Europe. It's really nothing to be ashamed of over here. It's perfectly normal."
"Are you interested?" he asked.
They looked at each other's clothes and hair and they were only getting wetter. Their clothes were quickly becoming damper. Their hair was sticking together from the wetness. And it was turning into a disaster.
"Are you?" she asked in return.
"I think you already know," he replied.
Deep down, they both knew the answer. Neither of them wanted to leave the bathroom. It just felt so good. It gave them what they needed.
"I'll get down to my bra and panties. You get down to your underwear. Can you handle that? Or should we wrap towels around ourselves?"
"Towels sound like a good idea," he replied. "It'll keep us extra warm."
"Remember, laundry service won't be until tomorrow afternoon. If our towels become soaked, then we'll have a problem tomorrow."
"Then I guess we'll be seeing plenty of skin."
They went back to the bedroom and immediately felt the cold air. It made them appreciate the hot water so much more.
For Robbie, taking off his sweater and tshirt was easy. He was a swimmer and was always in his swimming trunks back home where they had a pool.
For Jennifer, obviously this was a dilemma. She took her time removing the sweater and was down to her white tshirt. Being scantily clad in front of her son would be odd. There was no way around that. So she sucked up her shame and pulled her tshirt away, leaving her in her thin white bra.
All her lingerie and undergarments were thin and tiny. It was a product of the hot weather from where they lived. Plus, as an upscale event planner, she had to look stylish and sexy. It was part of her allure.
She had packed warm clothes for her trip, but never did she think that she'd need undergarments which would cover up more of her skin.
Her son glanced at her and she tried not to flinch. She tried to be normal about this, whatever being 'normal' meant, since she was in her bra in front of her son.
She was in good shape and her breasts were on the smaller side. A thought popped into her head. She wondered if her son preferred smaller breasts or the larger variety. Whatever the case, she was proud of what she had on her chest. She used to be insecure about them growing up, but now they were a source of pride. Her long nipples were part of her erogenous zone.
She stood barefoot on the floor and took off her sweatpants.
As skimpy as her bra was, her panties were even smaller. It left little to the imagination and it perfectly outlined her crotch and showed all of her hips. Turned the other direction, and her bare ass was practically exposed.
She noticed Robbie taking a second peek at her, this time at her smooth crotch.
Robbie pulled his sweatpants away and they were both down to the essentials.
