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This took place by accident. My boyfriend at the time, Tadd, had been teasing me about everything. He liked to make little comments that I would later sit and wonder about. He had ways of exciting me and teasing me that I liked. That also seemed to make me just want him more.
He was always telling me what he would do to me sexually, and maybe even let others watch. It seemed to make me even more excited at the thought someone might see what could possibly be going on. I was starting to figure out ways I could get even with him. I loved to tease and tantalize him too. I was 25 years old, with brown hair, and blue eyes (crystal blue eyes was what people said). I was athletic, and in good shape, but I did not have very much on top (barely a Bcup). I was 5'8" in height, and played college volleyball. Tadd was like 6'3", probably 210, in good shape, 34 years old. He was a fitness nut. He traveled a lot so we were apart often. He liked to call me and we talked a lot just about anything and everything. Sex seemed to always be at the top of the list.
Tadd worked for the same company that I did. I was in the financial division, where he was in sales. We had our own mail boxes at work. We could leave notes for each other there from time to time. When I got messages from him, I had to be careful when I opened them. Sometimes there were pictures that would have embarrassed me very much if someone else had seen them. He was always finding new ones that were very shocking. They might not be gross, but shocking.
Lately he had been teasing me about tying me up somewhere and leaving me for someone to find. It had worked on my emotions. It had made me very excited thinking about it. He had started sending me pictures of some girls who were hogtied naked. I had gotten very excited seeing them. I had noticed that most of the girls in these pictures were also rather bare down there. I asked him. "Are you trying to get me to go bare down there?"
"No. I was thinking maybe you might like to try some wild design instead." He would love for me to try something and shock him with it. His birthday was coming up, so I thought about it. I kept coming back to either trimming my pubic hair into a heart design, or going bare.
Then I was watching the Playboy Channel (we had it because it was fun to sit and watch together sometimes). We have spent some nights having sex watching it. I had just flipped on the TV, and I happened to surf by it. There was a talk show on, with three girls talking about trimming their bushes. The sexy long auburn haired hotty said she had hers designed in the shape of a heart, but the point of the heart was missing. The equally sexy blonde said hers was bare, and she stood up and proceeded to show everyone her very smooth shaved pussy. The one with the heart showed hers too. I thought it was very sexy.
The other girl, a very sexy redhead, then said, "I tried something different. Let me show you." She took off her shorts, and her thong. She had a lightning bolt done in her pubes. It was really interesting, and so I got more intrigued. Then they asked her how she did it. "I made a stencil; I cut out the design in poster board. Then I took a magic maker (washable), and traced the design out onto my mound. I then took my boyfriend's beard trimmer, and trimmed it out. After that I took the shaver for my legs and cleaned it up."
The blonde said, "I think you did a very good job." I totally agreed. I noticed she might as well have had a totally shaved pussy. The design was a good inch or more above her pussy on the mound. She was closer to bare than the one with the heart.
He was returning on his birthday and I now had an idea how I was going to surprise him. I spent some time making my stencil to get it just perfect, I also spent a lot of time touching and feeling my pussy as I did it. "When the bulls away, the cows would play," was what my dad used to say (I think).
Tadd flew back and wanted me to pick him up at the airport. I thought maybe I should dress really sexy for the occasion. I was very careful getting ready. I wore the short black dress he loves, and my 4" heels. I thought maybe I might just leave the rest at home. It was September, nice and warm. I wanted to surprise him. When I first walked out of the house, I was reminded what I was not wearing, as I felt the gentle breeze caress my newly exposed area. I was not in the habit of going commando – this was new to me. I slid into the driver's seat of the car, and the damned dress slid up. I was thinking maybe I should go back and get my undies, as everything was so exposed with the skirt sliding up like that.
Just as I was about to go back, my cell phone rang. He said the plane was already on the ground, and he would meet me at the front gate. I was three miles from the airport, so I knew I had to hurry. Off I went. Thank God, the windows were tinted, as there were trucks at the lights beside me. If they looked in they would have seen my rather bare state of being. I could, with my hands keep the dress down and covered up but I could not drive and keep the dress pulled down.
I made it to the airport, and as I pulled up to the gate for United, Tadd came walking towards the car. He liked to drive, and did not usually let me drive. He came to the driver's side, and told me, "Scoot over babe, so I can drive." Which was well and fine, except for that damn short dress which seem to be more like an apron, or loin cloth or whatever. I did scoot over, and I even managed to do it without showing very much, just lots of thigh.
Tadd was paying more attention to my dress than to me. He had asked, "What is the occasion for you to be so decked out."
I said, "I just wanted to be sexy for you, and I had really been missing you."
He was driving away from the airport. "We should go to our favorite restaurant." He could see I had taken some time getting ready to meet him at the airport.
I said, "I would like to, but could we run by my place first? I need to get something."
He laughed, and said, "I cannot see that you need anything whatsoever."
I blushed and said, "Maybe a little something."
"What could you possibly need?"
As we were driving on, I was sure he could smell my excited pussy. He let his hand slip down on my bare legs. I liked to keep them tanned and I hated to wear nylons, or panty hose. He was sliding his hand up, and all of a sudden he pulled the car over to the curb. He said, "I think I now know what you are worried about. Please. Let's go to dinner. I love the surprise of you not wearing undies when you came to get me."
"Okay, but you got to be nice. You got to try and help me not show everyone what I am not wearing them. We have to figure out a way that I don't soak this dress. This is turning me on a lot." I could feel his hand teasing my bare pussy lips. I had been turned on ever sense I styled my pussy.
He reached into the back seat, in his bag, and he had a towel he keeps in the outer pocket, his golf towel he called it. He said. "Here, try this. Maybe it will help a little."
I slid it under my bottom, and slid my skirt back so it was okay, as I tried it. He looked down, and he said. "Let me see. Did I see something else new?"
He had noticed my bush had changed. "Show it to me." I let my skirt slide up so he could see what I had done.
"I love it. It is really wild and so sexy. I hope you like it also. Did you do that yourself? Where did you get the idea from?"
"I think I do like it. I hope this is one lightning bolt that will strike more than once. I saw it in a show on the Playboy Channel."
A big smile came to his face. "I didn't think you ever watched that when I wasn't with you." We went to the restaurant and it was fun trying to get out of the car. I walked in hoping the back of my dress was dry, and not riding up on my butt. It was difficult to sit lady like in a chair, with a really short skirt like that, and no undies. I was wondering how many other people were trying to sneak peeks up my short skirt. I knew my legs were attracting a lot of attention. My pussy was driving me crazy, I felt like everyone was seeing my pussy. I could tell every time there was just the hint of a breeze touch my nakedness.
After dinner, I believed I had teased him to the point he was ready to take care of things. "I vote we go to your place and make our own dessert." I slipped into the car, my dress rode up. I quit even trying to hide my pussy. We went to his apartment for an early night but sleep was the farthest thing from our minds. I was so turned on being so out in public, and just so ready. He was so ready, but he wanted to enjoy my lightning bolt some more. I had a very fine time with him admiring my handiwork. I was so glad I tried it. I was glad that instead of going bare, I had watched that show and styled it this way. Besides, it would be no problem to shave it bare if the lightning bolt had not worked as I had thought about it.
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