We had to get away from the crowds of people on Long Island. It seemed strange that just over a year of living in Florida had made us impatient with the people escaping the city every weekend. I started joking that the only thing wrong with New York was that it was filled with New Yorkers. It’s funny how quickly a different locale could amplify aspects of a prior home that were only troublesome before.

As we drove up Route 22 in upstate New York, I reflected on how my parents had ended up with a home in tiny Cherry Plain, made smaller by the improved road now bypassing the town altogether. The state taking a quarter acre off the back of our land in Dix Hills to build a retention pond next to the Long Island Expressway left them with a small lump of cash they decided to reinvest in real estate away from the island and the city.

I’d told my girlfriend, Sarah, about it, and she was anxious to see it. I tried to prepare her for the 150-year-old house. Yes, it had all the character of such an antique home, but it also lacked many of the modern conveniences we were so used to.

“I love it!” she declared as we pulled into the gravel driveway.

A small two-story home with the main entrance into the kitchen, the only room in the one-floor portion. Adjoining rooms for dining and living comprised the balance of the first floor. The stairs led directly into an odd master bedroom layout with two doors off of it, one for a second tiny bedroom and the other for the only bathroom in the house. It was inconvenient if you had two couples staying at the same time insofar as privacy was concerned, but we wouldn’t have that problem.

I always enjoyed showing people the ‘basement,’ which one got to via a trap door in the middle of the kitchen floor. Carefully climbing down the rough-hewn ladder you found yourself in a small dungeon-like area with foundation walls of stones fitted together with some old form of concrete. The low ceiling revealed the age of the home with beams made from logs whose bark hadn’t been stripped where it wasn’t necessary and joined together with wooden pegs.

We were only there for the weekend, so unpacking consisted of laying our open suitcases on the floor in the bedroom and putting away the groceries we’d bought at a quaint general store on the way.

It had been a four-hour drive, but we avoided the inevitable traffic of getting through the city by leaving in the pre-dawn hours, so it was still mid-morning when we set off to explore the land surrounding the house.

“Mark, I can’t believe your parents bought a house with several acres of land for less than six thousand dollars!” Sarah exclaimed as we stepped carefully down a steep set of stairs that led down an embankment directly behind the house.

“First, it was more than fifteen years ago, and calling it a ‘fixer-upper’ would be generous for the way the house looked when we bought it,” I said, clarifying the mid-sixties timeframe during which they’d bought it.

“But there’s all this land, too!” she replied as we walked through a meadow with waist-high grass on either side of a gravel pathway we’d created to reach the river. “Oh wow! Look at this beautiful creek!” she said as we passed through the trees on the banks of the Little Hoosick River. Yes, river, but a couple of quick jumps on conveniently located rocks, and you were on the other side.

“Take a sip!” I said as I knelt down, scooped some water into my hands, and drank it while seeing her skepticism about drinking something that didn’t come from a bottle or a pipe.

“It’s so cold! But it tastes wonderful!” she said with surprise.

This was my family’s weekend and summer getaway. We didn’t have the money for vacations to interesting or exotic places, but I had fond memories of my pre-teen years spent wandering around the woods and creeks when I wasn’t helping my father with house projects.

However, this wasn’t the first property they’d bought in this area. Originally, the money from the state had been spent on a sixty-acre parcel of land on the side of a mountain in the Berkshires that bordered New York and Vermont. A mile down Route 22 and a dirt road drive into the elevations brought us to this still-natural parcel of land in Brown’s Hollow.

We climbed up the steep hillside, crossing several creeks running down from above. We stopped in a meadow dotted with apple trees and sampled some not-quite-ripe but delicious examples. Above the meadow was a stand of giant maple trees with taps and buckets to harvest the natural maple syrup.

We rested from our hike up the mountain in the apple orchard before heading back down to the car. Rolling around in the high grass, we hugged, kissed, and touched each other just short of removing clothes and going at it in the still-dewy grass.

Returning to the house, we made dinner together. I grilled hamburgers on a tiny Hibachi grill while Sarah cooked fresh corn on the cob. Far from fancy, but a bottle of wine and a candle on the table provided all the ambiance we needed. After dinner, we cleaned up and headed to the bedroom for the only entertainment available. Neither of us was complaining.

I loved undressing her tight, little body, made more so through her teaching at an Elaine Powers figure salon for a year or so before I’d hired her to work as a secretary. Her small breasts were oh-so-tasty as I removed her T-shirt, caressing and licking the firm mounds with erect nipples.

Her jeans were the next to go, but I left her underwear on because I so enjoyed seeing the curves of her perfect ass hugged in tight panties. Small, firm cheeks were a wonder to behold and hold as my hands glided over round orbs while nuzzling my nose and mouth against her pussy in front. Her musky scent was calling to me to engage in my favorite foreplay.

One last hard squeeze of her buns and my mouth pressed hard to the damp fabric covering her pussy, preceded my slowly lowering her panties, dropping them to the floor once they’d passed her knees. I pushed my face into the dark brown bush that continued to hide the prize I sought.

“Oh, God, Mark!” she whispered as her hands gently pressed my face into the thick patch of hair glistening with her arousal.

After several swipes of my tongue between her swollen lips, she stepped back to sit on the edge of the bed. Lying back, she lifted her knees and held them apart with her hand behind her knees, exposing the whole area that her thick pubic hair no longer completely covered.

I smiled at her as I reached in with both hands to get her going with my fingers first before going full bore with my tongue. Fingertips glided through the velvety smooth slit to tease her clit and gently probe her ultra-tight tunnel. One finger was all I ever tried to slip inside as even that met with resistance until she’d loosened up some more. Squelching noises from my fingers signaled both her readiness and need for more.

I approached with an outstretched tongue and licked while enveloping her pussy with my mouth. Sighs and guttural moans escaped her lips as her head rolled back with her eyes closed. Writhing with subdued movements of her hips, she reacted to my tongue with a small climax that set the stage for something more.

Unrelenting, I buried my face in her crotch with my hands on her hips. Licking with abandon, I felt the ever-present itch of hair around my mouth and nose. Back and forth between her clit and vagina, my tongue had her crying “Oh God!” and “Yes!” repeatedly between other rasping noises that had her climbing to a greater height.

Lifting her hips off the bed to push her pussy into my energetic mouth allowed my hands to cup her perfect ass while I munched on her juicy fruit. Like eating a sticky, juicy watermelon, my face was covered in her juice once she came, feeling the shudders passing through her body as I continued licking to prolong her pleasure.

With a sated smile, her eyes opened, and looked down at me with gratitude, as she loved both the way I did it and the joy I showed in doing it for her. Looking up at her cute face, I noticed a slight frown pass through briefly as I fished for a couple of pubic hairs in my mouth.

“I love you,” she whispered as I climbed on the bed and between her open legs. We expressed our love for each other openly and quite often, but this time, there was a hint of melancholy or maybe apology in her tone.

“I love you, too!” I answered as I kissed her face, knowing she could smell herself on mine.

We looked into each other’s eyes as she grabbed hold of my more-than-ready dick and guided it to her pussy. Still extraordinarily tight, it took several gentle pushes before my average size was permitted entry.

I started slowly, but I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum this first time in days, so the pace accelerated rapidly. She held my face in her hands, wanting to see my face when I came.

Neither of us were virgins before we met, but nor were we experienced lovers, and one time was just fine for us. We went downstairs, poured ourselves some more wine, and went outside to look at the abundant stars, far from the light pollution of cities. Later, as we got into bed, with an unusual break from our normal routines, we pleasured each other orally and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning, we rose together and made breakfast a joint effort with a simple bacon, eggs, and toast affair while talking about what we’d like to do today. We decided on a late lunch picnic in the meadow near the river. With all the hustle of the island combined with the constant visiting of both families, we felt we’d earned a lazy afternoon in the sun.

“I’d really like to take a bath in that huge old-fashioned tub upstairs,” she said with a questioning look.

“Only if you let me wash you!” I bargained.

“Mmm, I’d like that!” she replied with a kiss.

It was a large free-standing tub with claw feet that took a while to fill. Noticing some bubble bath in the vanity, I added a liberal amount and watched as the pile of foam grew. She let me strip her with a few free feels before she got in. With her hands on both sides of the tub, she slowly lowered herself into the hot water, displaced foam spilling over the sides.

The bubble bath provided lubrication for my hands wandering all over her body as I washed with both a washcloth and my bare hand. She laid back and sighed when my hands slid smoothly over her tits. While one hand remained encouraging her pointy nips, the other slid down between her legs. Fingers snaking through her pubes found her slit, her knees rising and parting as her hips lifted so I could get a finger inside, and before long, she was panting on the verge of another orgasm.

She laid back again but lifted her head when I squirted some shampoo into my palm to wash her shoulder-length brown hair.

“Ohhh, this feels so good!” she exclaimed as I turned the water on again to rinse her hair, after which she laid back with her eyes closed again. “Can I stay in a while?” she asked, offering a kiss in trade. “Oh! Hand me my razor? I’m going to shave my legs while I’m in here.”

I left her alone and went downstairs to entertain myself with some music on the radio. I found a college station that played the kind of rock I liked, grateful that I didn’t have to listen to the country music so popular in this rural setting.

It was past noon when I heard her footsteps upstairs as she got out of the tub, dressed, and came downstairs. I did a double-take when I saw her outfit. The ultra-short shorts were the first obvious attraction. Frayed denim was joined at the sides with shoelaces threaded through three eyelets on each side, and with a two-inch gap between and the exposed flesh, it was apparent that she had no panties on. One quick pull on the two bows, and they’d fall to the floor. A simple peasant top was all she wore besides the shorts. It was quite out of character for her, but my smile revealed my approval.

We prepared the sandwiches and snacks for our picnic, placing them in a typical two-sided basket to carry to the meadow. I grabbed a blanket, and we headed down the steep steps, finding a place on the sunny side of the trees bordering the river. We could hear, but not see, the water flowing over the rocks, offering a soothing backdrop to the sounds of birds, crickets, and an occasional breeze rustling through the leaves.

The temperature was perfect, though it would be considered cold in Florida. The cooler northern air combined with a sunny, cloudless sky perfectly balanced each other, and after spreading the blanket, we lay side by side, enjoying the comforting surroundings. The conversation was sparse and only slightly better than small talk when we did speak, but we actually fell asleep in our blanket-sized heaven.

I’d been lying on my side, facing Sarah, and when I opened my eyes, it was to her smiling face. She brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead before leaning in to kiss me.

“I have a surprise for you,” she declared quietly, belying the value of what she’d done. “Sit up!”

I did as she asked while she stood. My eyes widened as her fingers worked the metal button of her tiny shorts, followed by the short zipper. I looked at her face, expecting to see a desire for the gift I wanted more than anything to bestow on her, but instead, I saw a touch of worry and the corner of her lower lip between her teeth. She cast her eyes down, instructing me to do the same when her fingers peeled the shorts open, and I expected to see her thick bush, but I didn’t.

My eyes went back and forth between her eyes and her bare and very smooth mons. A smile must have appeared on my face as she was smiling now as well. I wanted to tear the shorts off to see the rest and touch it, lick it.

“You shaved!” I said, stating the now obvious. “It’s … beautiful, but …” I started, but she interrupted.

“I know you never liked my hairy pussy,” she said almost as an apology, but she was right.

The only thing I didn’t like about her tight, little body of perfection was the bush. Prior girlfriends all had pubic hair but sparse by comparison. Like the difference between a small oasis and a dense jungle, I always felt like I had to penetrate the thick foliage before getting to the tasty bits within. The only place I’d seen a bare pussy was on the pages of  Playboy or Penthouse, but it always intrigued me.

“I’ve always loved your pussy!” I said defensively but sincerely despite its one shortcoming. Still, I felt guilty, like I’d made her do it. I once attempted to discuss it with her, ‘beating about the bush,’ if you will, though I didn’t think she’d gotten the message and never brought it up again.

“I love it! But … why now?”

“I talked to a friend of mine, Katarina. You know, the teacher? She’d told me at one time that she shaved, but I never asked her anything more about it. One day, after I’d watched your tongue disappear into the forest of hair, I wondered how it would feel if my hair wasn’t in the way. I asked my friend about it, and she told me how much better oral sex was without it, how I’d feel your tongue like never before. I hadn’t decided whether to do it until I saw you pulling hairs out of your mouth last night. I’m sorry!”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything! But why don’t we test her theory right now? Come here, you sexy little thing!” I said as I reached for the shorts and pulled them down to her knees, where they fell to the blanket. “Oh my God!” I gasped as I saw her prettier than ever pussy as I never had before. I couldn’t decide whether to touch or lick it first, so I just stared at it, appreciating the beauty of female anatomy in a new way.

“Touch it! Please?” she pled, answering the question for me. “Oh! Ohh, my …” she sighed as my fingers glanced over the smooth, slightly rounded mound. Panting at the slight touch, she wouldn’t have felt before when I caressed the lips I wouldn’t have seen before.

I pulled her toward me, still sitting on the blanket, and kissed her pretty pussy all over, adding little swipes of my tongue to a chorus of “Oh, my.” Using my fingers again, I explored every curve, every swelling, every crevice, feasting my eyes on the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen.

With my touches getting more aggressive, she winced at one point, and it was then I noticed a couple of nicks in the tender skin between her lips and her legs. I looked up at her and smiled with even more appreciation for what she’d done.

I pulled her closer still until her shiny new pussy was directly over my mouth. My fingers made do with her soft hind cheeks as my tongue monopolized her precious peach. She felt so good on my tongue. She tasted better, felt better, and even smelled better, though that was probably my imagination, as my tongue spoke silently, lapping at her soft, swollen lips.

“Oh, Mark! It feels so good! Eat me! Eat my naked pussy!” she cried with an unusual-for-her show of dirty talk. “Oh God! Oh! Hoh! Hoh! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah! Cum for me! Cum in my mouth!” I answered, neglecting her slippery wet slit just long enough to say it.

I was amazed at what a difference it made, seeing, feeling, and tasting her sex in a whole new way. She cried out, and suddenly, I was supporting her with my hands on quivering cheeks, and my mouth pasted to her crotch, lapping up her juice as I couldn’t … or honestly wouldn’t try before.

She fell to her knees and into my arms as we kissed between her labored breaths.

“So? You like it?” she laughed, pulling away to look into my eyes.

“What an extraordinary gift! Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me. I did it for me, too, and holy fuck, was that worth it! I’m never going back to that hairy mess again! Ooo!” she cried when I pushed her back onto the blanket and lay between her legs, playing with my new toy. “Oh, Mark! Just lick me gently. Yeah, like that!” she replied as my tongue squirmed up through her slit and down over the halves of her peach. “Now we just have to keep it that way!”

“We?” I questioned, and though not shrinking from the task, she heard the questioning tone.

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said, continuing when she saw the question in my eyes. “About a week ago, I asked Kat about it again, wondering how difficult it was, you know, to shave and how often she had to do it. She gave me some tips on how to do it, but even so, you see, I nicked myself a few times.”

“Even so, you did an amazing job!” I interjected but quickly returned my attention to her gorgeous puss.

“She said it’ll get nubby in a few days, depending, but her husband shaves it for her every week.”

“Really?” I said, the thought instantly intriguing me.

“Yeah. She said it’s very arousing, with him touching her so gently as he shaves her clean and smooth, and he always licks her to several orgasms immediately after!”

“You’re really amazing, you know, and I would love to do that for you and with you! Now, how would you like to sit on my face and wipe your pretty pussy all over it!”

“Ooo! Yes, please!” she giggled as I lay beside her. She got up and straddled my body, and with her knees on either side of my head, she held my face between her delicious thighs. “Ohhh, I’ve always wanted to try this!” she said as her soft labia splayed over my chin, then rocking forward till my large nose passed through her slit. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Eat my pussy!” she said as her lips found my mouth, grinding against my face like she was scratching an itch.

I’d thought of doing this once or twice and couldn’t recall why it never happened, but I knew it would be a regular event now. I loved how she moved over me, sometimes grabbing my head and punching her pussy with my face and other times holding still while I lapped at her soft lips, tasting her as I never had.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum again! Can I cum on your face?”

I nodded energetically as my nose, mouth, and chin all became something to wipe her oozing nectar on. She tried to get up, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back down on my face as she was reduced to gasps and grunts. I reached for her tits, and as soon as I touched them, she leaned forward, pressing them into my squeezing, pinching fingers.

Her face screwed up tight as her body stiffened, steeling itself for another round of orgasmic waves to wash over her, and still I licked with abandon. It seemed as though she was in a constant climactic state, unable to speak or move as her body trembled. Finally, she rolled to her side, unable to take any more.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she repeated as she curled up on the blanket beside me.

I rolled over behind her, brushing hair from her face and kissing her face lovingly. Eventually, her eyes opened, and only now realized I was still fully dressed. She grabbed the hem of my shirt, and I helped her pull it up and off, but when it came to my pants, she gestured for me to take them off. Now naked, she snuggled up against my chest, pulling my arms around her. When my hand slid down her tummy towards her fresh peach, she snatched it up and held it against her chest instead.

“We’ll take care of you in a few minutes, okay?” she said with still uneven breaths. “I love you!” she added as she squirmed her butt against my raging hard-on.

“I love you, too!” I whispered in her ear.

Whether she took care of me or not, I was more satisfied than I’d been in ages, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again. Between the raw sexuality of it and just the thought of what she’d done, I could have done without anything for me as long as she fed me plenty of the most beautiful pussy in the world.

Before we’d left the meadow, she got on top and rode my cock, giving me another amazing view of her lips clutching at my stiff shaft both in and out before I came deep inside her.

Needless to say, we both wanted more, finding new ways and positions for her to serve her juicy fruit to me. Bent over with my face in her crotch from behind, sitting on my face facing either forward or backward, and kneeling between her legs with her sitting or standing and pushing into my face. We’d never been so adventurous and insatiable, and I’m sure she was thinking the same as me; how such a simple change could have such an incredible effect.

By Sunday afternoon, when it was time for us to head back to the island, we had exhausted ourselves and left each other sore and raw, though there was no doubt we’d do it all again in a heartbeat. I looked forward to my first ‘ritual shaving,’ knowing it would end similarly.  

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