Chloe Art Contributor Pt. 09

I was taking a nap after an exhausting morning of working on designing clothes at Alice's residence for her clothing company on a Saturday, where I would normally be spending time with my husband, except for this weekend where he remained out of town working on integration issues.

I was woken up by the sound of clanking noise. I opened up my eyes and saw that a couple of women were setting up food. They must be the caterer, I thought. I realized that I was completely naked under the blanket lying on the sofa. At one point or another, they did a double take on me. They were probably wondering if I was Alice's girlfriend or why was I under a blanket up to my shoulder. I pretended to go back to sleep just so they wouldn't have to wonder why I didn't get up and help set up like what Alice was doing. After the caterer left, Alice came by to check on me.

"Wake up sleepy head," Alice said.

"What time are your like-minded executive ladies coming?" I asked.

Looking at her phone, Alice said "In about 20 minutes. You ought to get ready."

Alice appeared to be in a hurry, so she stuck out her hand to gesture to me to hand over the blanket presumably for her to fold the blanket allowing me to get ready sooner. But that would mean that I would be naked for my walk to the bathroom. Maybe she was in a hurry and didn't think through, or forgot that I was naked under the blanket.

She had seen me naked many times already while I was modeling clothes, but now I would be just casually naked. But out of politeness, I handed her the blanket to her waiting hand and was about to head to the bathroom.

"Chloe. Do you remember that I shared with you previously about some of my closest customers that weren't having enough sex?"

"Yes, I remember you mentioned that," I said,

"Yeah, they are these ladies. They are strong and confident women, but they are not getting sex, so we are going to help them solve their problems through our creative clothes."

"OMG. And that's why you cancelled your brunch and got them here instead... to take a look at our designs?" I said.

"Actually, your designs. But yes!" Alice said excitedly.

On that elated feeling, we gave each other a congratulatory hug. Pressing my bare skin against her fully clothed made me fully aware of my nakedness. But just thinking to myself, why couldn't she just wait until I am dressed before telling this. Maybe she was too excited and couldn't wait.

"Chloe, I never officially ask you to see if you can hang around and show your designs?" Alice said.

"Of course I will," I said excitedly.

"Also can you model your design?" Alice asked

"I surely can," I said, and pondered what it would feel like to model to a small group of people upfront and personal.

She grabbed my hand to walk over where she had all of my six clothing pieces that I designed on a large board. Four that I designed Thursday and two that I designed hours earlier. Again, I was still naked, why couldn't she wait before showing me the clothes. Maybe she is on a roll, and couldn't stop.

The four pieces of clothes looked like actual finished pieces from my sketches or clothes altered on the fly. I walked up to touch the completed clothes and asked, "How did they get done so fast?" I asked.

"Well, I have an amazing seamstress. She came yesterday, and I gave her your measurements and your designs, and she made it real. I needed them done, so that I can present them to my company staff on Monday for review," said Alice.

The latter two skirts were from this morning so they were still in their designed state, along with clips, safety pins, temporary stitching, and unhemmed edges.

"OMG, my panties. They are on display... with the skirt," I said, recalling that I sacrificed my own panties so that they could be cut up and stitched to the skirt as part of the design.

"That's okay, Alice said," I washed them while you were sleeping.

That was a concern, but the major overriding issue was that I wouldn't have any panties to wear while modeling these clothes to a bunch of people. My face burned red at the potential complications.

"OK, are you ready for what you have to do? They are going to be here soon," said Alice.

I was pretty excited and nervous at the same time. "Yes, I am sure!"

"OK then, why are you still standing here... naked!" Asked Alice

"What?!", I reacted, "You are the one that...", I said as I was interrupted by Alice.

"I am teasing you. I was so excited about what we are going to do that I held you hostage naked," Alice said. "But I do like when you are naked... Anyway, go get ready!"

"Hmph!" I reacted, while sticking out my ass to tease her before walking away.

She initiated her slap on my ass as if to say 'get going', but this time I was quick enough to dodge it, for I was once an athlete too.

Once dressed, Alice informed me that this gathering is very informal, since it was replacing the brunch that was cancelled. The ladies are coming around 11:00. Normally there are 12 to 15 people, but this time only 10. We can present our designs at 11:30, and it may run for an hour give or take, depending if there are any questions or requests afterwards.

"Chloe, get something to eat now because you won't have time once we start to present," said Alice.

"Good idea, because I am famished," I said.

The first lady came in a few minutes early. She was probably ten years older than me, a little shorter by an inch, and with a slightly heavier build and an above-the-shoulder bob. I could see that she looked like me ten years prior. I'm thirty-eight years old, five-foot-seven, on the slim side, with perky B-cup breasts.

Alice introduced me to the bob-hair lady as a clothing designer and also a model. I was quite proud that she referred to me as a designer. Alice also mentioned that I have a degree in arts way back to indicate that I am not green as an artist.

With every lady who walked in, Alice gave the same introduction of me. Some of the notable guests were: 1) a tall and toned woman with big breasts who was around my age; 2) the bob-haired woman who had a ride first; and 3) a short, slightly heavier woman about five years older than me. The rest fell somewhere in between, but they all maintained some level of fitness.

Around 11:30, Alice announced that the get together was in for a surprise. She set up a makeshift runway by putting together a couple of long floor mats, closed all the blinds and shutters, and turned on a few recessed lights to provide a modest glow. She also put on some music to get everyone into the groove. Then she revealed the board featuring all the clothes, and I was introduced not just as the designer, but as the model, too.

Alice asked me to change into the first dress, Chloe's design #1 in the bathroom then came out.

This dress was a stunning dark grey tight stretch fabric that came down to mid-thigh. It had rows of small and large cut-out holes where the bra cups and straps would sit, along with random patterns of small and large holes positioned where a panties waistband would be.

Alice announced, "This dress gives her the confidence to go anywhere the night takes her, dinner, dancing, strolling, or even bowling. She wants to show off her best assets while going out on the town, having a fantastic dinner, enticing her partner, and ultimately having great sex."

There were 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from the ladies. I felt great being acknowledged for my design or for my body or both.

Alice continued, "The fabric is stretchable and interleaved with cotton to absorb sweat and oil and keep you fresh. Come on ladies you can come up and feel the material."

Because the dress was so tight, there weren't many places to slide a finger and lift the fabric away from my skin. Some grabbed the hem of my skirt to test its elasticity and the interweaved cotton. There were also incidental touches on my thighs that gave me a slight thrill. With their heads hovering around my hips, backside, and private area, even though they were outside the dress, I felt a sudden rush to my head. A couple of ladies who were standing grabbed the fabric through the holes in the front and back of the dress, testing its elasticity and texture as well.

"Are you not really wearing bra and panties," ask the tall and toned lady in a snarky way.

Not wanting to be intimidated I replied, "A lady never tells."

"Clair, look closely isn't it obvious," said the chubby lady addressing the tall and toned lady.

Alice continued, "There is no way anyone could wear a bra or panties under that dress without them showing. Chloe designed an alluring yet still modest-looking dress that, more importantly, lets your partner know you aren't wearing a bra or panties."

There were other comments and questions, but one that stood out came from the woman with the bob haircut: "You are a slim girl, how do you fill your ass out like this?"

With that, she slid her hand around the contour of my backside. I began to wonder if it was common nowadays for older women to freely feel your body as if it were totally casual.

"Well, I do have a couple of trainers that help me get into shape," I said.

"A couple of trainers?" asked the chubby lady. "How can you afford to have two?"

"Actually, they are quite inexpensive," I replied.

"Who are they? What company? And how inexpensive? I am paying $150 an hour for my current guy," asked the tall and toned lady.

"They're Alex and Andy. Um, they basically will-work-for-food," I said with a laugh, sounding like I was just making an analogy about them working cheap, though it was actually literal. "And if you're interested, I can have them reach out to you."

Multiple ladies handed me their contact info. Alex and Andy would be thrilled with an opportunity to make money from rich clients, I thought.

"Alright ladies, break it up. No more talking about Chloe's ass or personal trainers. Let's get back on track," Alice announced,

"The following five items kept the same theme. They appeared modest, but possessed a unique design meant to entice their partner and hopefully end in great sex."

Design #2 is dress for not-so-perfect body.

Design #3 is a shirt for a day trip.

Design #4 is dinner and/or dancing skirt.

Design #5 is for a hiking skirt and shorts combination.

Design #6 is a skirt for going dancing

(Most interesting design, see Pt. 6 and Pt. 8).

I modelled all of them, but design #4, #5, and #6 were most problematic because I didn't wear any panties. But Alice was there to help me out.

For design #4, when all the straps were unhooked, the skirt would split open at the slit on the left side of the skirt that went from the hem and all the way up to the waist. On the last strap at the waist, Alice hung on to both ends of the skirt, otherwise I would be bottomless.

"Hey why did you stop? We need a full demo," said one lady who was disappointed the demonstration didn't go all the way. "Yeah, a full demo," another lady chimed in.

"Sorry, but you guys have to use your imagination!" Alice winked at them.

For the design #5, the demonstration required that I would take off the elastic shorts and then fold up the skirt into thirds using magnetic buttons, but that would then fully show two thirds of my ass and all of my pussy. Fortunately, Alice asked me to put back on the shorts and before folding up the skirt.

For the last design #6, Alice has switched over to salsa music and turned it louder to make it more festive to match the final design. I was wearing a short wavy flair skirt with a hidden slit on the left side of the skirt that went from the hem all the way to the waist, and the slit would only be apparent when their skirt was spread. Alice and I sat down and next to each other as part of the demonstration, with her to my left.

Okay ladies pay attention to how this gizmo works. Imagine you are in a nightclub or restaurant where there's dancing. After you sit down your husband or partner starts to get touchy on your thigh. And then they found that there's a slit on the skirt.

On that cue I spread my thighs apart to put a strain on the skirt causing it to show the slit. Since the skirt was wavy it fell down between my thighs to shield my panties from being exposed. Alice then meandered her hand to the single button above the slit at the waistband of the skirt

Now ladies keep your eye on a skirt as I undo this button. Alice said.

I lifted both hands up to my chest to allow the audience a full view of my skirt. Alice was showing off what she was able to with just one hand to the button attached at the skirt's waist band.

With a flick of her finger on the button 'pop', the skirt had split open pulling along with each side of the cut-off panties that were attached to the skirt. The top part of the skirt then flung across my groin to the edge of my pubic hair. There was a safety strap preventing the skirt from popping out completely. She then gestured that she could have easily slipped her hand under my skirt and freely fondle my vagina. The demonstration had gone just as designed. There were several 'oohs' and 'aahs', wide-eye, and mouth open moments.

'Did not see that coming!' was one of the comments. 'Yeah, my husband will definitely abuse this feature', was another comment.

Alice then redid the button and my skirt and panties were back to normal again.

"Voila!" she said.

And the audience applauded for the amazing presentation clothes designed.

Alice began to lower the volume on the music and slowly turned up the light. The room gradually returned to its normal atmosphere.

"So when can we order your clothes," hollered the tall and toned lady. While others are chiming into "Yeah when?"

"Ladies, these are concept designs," Alice said. "We haven't even gone into prototyping yet, so we're still quite a way from production."

"Make it happen Alice! I want it today." The tall and toned lady demanded. "Actually by this evening, because I got a date." The tall and toned lady added.

Others chimed in that they wanted these clothes as well.

After pondering, Alice announced, "Okay you guys. You got it! But I need to pull a few strings."

Alice then turned to me and asked me to hang around a little bit to help out with the seamstress. And I told her that I would be available and only had dinner plans later in the day lined up with some of my co-volunteers at the donation center.

Alice picked up the phone and made a call. "Yo Becca, I need some of your magic work."

And there was a pause, then Alice said "Yeah like now, now."

More pause, then Alice asked "How about I quadruple the pay for you and your team?"

Another pause, then Alice said "Sheesh! Okay I'll see you in a few."

While waiting for Becca, Alice and I took measurements of the ladies and collected their clothing requests. Due to time constraints, Alice limited everyone to just one selection per person.

Finally, Becca arrived, and Alice explained to her the situation. I helped answer Becca's questions about the design. Alice then pulled her aside for a private conversation. Whatever was said left Becca looking stressed through her body language.

Alice then announced, "Okay ladies, you can pick up your dress, skirt, shirt, whatever, at my company warehouse at 5:00 p. m. Becca and her team are committed to it."

The ladies applauded Becca for her effort. Becca left huffing and puffing, muttering unintelligible words under her breath.

I didn't want to hang around either, as there appeared to be a strong camaraderie between Alice and her friends, so I decided it was time to say my goodbyes. The ladies said their goodbye and even gave me a round of applause. Alice walked over and whispered in my ear, "You were terrific. Thank you."

Once I was home, I felt a huge wave of relief just to unwind. It had been a long day. I had gotten up early, worked at Alice's residence to design clothes, experienced three orgasms (see Pt. 8 to find out), and finally modeled the clothes. And it was only 2 PM. I just wanted to lie down, rest, and catch a tan at the same time. This time I decided to tan while wearing a bikini, for I did not want to be pegged as a nudist since which was an image I was giving off recently. My tan was still focusing on my torso and pelvic areas, which were pale from lack of sun exposure while running in my jogging attire.

After about 20 minutes of resting and tanning, I got up, took a shower, completed some household chores, and called my husband to tell him about my most exciting day designing clothes and then modeling to rich clients, minus all the orgasms (read previous part), of course. In the evening, I went out for tacos with some friends and coworkers from the donation store.

After dinner, I headed back home and called my husband once more. Saturday night was usually our dinner date night, followed by where ever else the night took us. My husband worked on-site in Arizona, and normally he would come home for the weekend, except for this time, due to an integration deadline at work. We only had a brief conversation, mostly just for me to tell him I missed him. After that, I got ready for bed, knowing the exercise equipment was being delivered sometime in the morning.

I was awakened early in the morning by a text notification saying I would receive my delivery. It had to be the weight equipment I ordered on Thursday along with Alex and Andy, who were now my athletic trainers. Alex and Andy had been childhood friends to my son, Tommy. Now they were all in college, with Alex and Andy going to a community college 45 minutes away, and my son far, far away in Philadelphia. The unusual circumstances under which Alex and Andy met me took place in a nude art class, where they were the students, and I was the model (meeting is in Pt. 2).

I got up to get myself ready, brushing my teeth, washing my face, tying up my hair, and so on. Then, another notification came with an estimated time of arrival between an hour and an hour and a half. I checked the time, and it was only 6:30 in the morning. Still feeling sleepy, I set my alarm for 7:30 so I could catch another hour of sleep.

I was woken up again by an alert tone from my Ring app indicating movement outside the front door. I looked at the camera feed through the app, and it was the delivery I was expecting. I checked the time and saw it was already 9:30. Wondering how I had missed my alarm, I realized I had left it set to my weekday schedule, and today was Sunday.

I quickly grabbed a cardigan to put over my sleep shirt and hurried down to see if the driver could carry the boxes all the way into the sunroom, buttoning the cardigan as I made my dash downstairs. I gave myself a quick check, making sure the cardigan was thick enough to ensure nothing protruding was showing. I didn't wear panties which I normally don't do when I sleep, but my long sleep shirt ending at the mid thigh should provide enough coverage.

Opening the front door, I saw the delivery man hauling a large box on his dolly up the walkway to the foot of the steps.

"Hi, good morning," I greeted him. "Is it possible for you to bring these items to the room in the back?"

"Sorry, ma'am," he replied. "It's company policy not to enter the house for safety and liability reasons."

"Can you at least bring them up the steps and onto the porch?" I asked.

"Again, sorry, ma'am. One person can not bring anything over 50 pounds up the steps, and my partner isn't with me today. It's a company policy."

"What if I help, I will be the second person," I said.

"I guess that's OK," he said. "Okay, you grab the front end because it's lighter, and I'll grab the back."

Facing each other, we lifted the long box together, and I walked up the five steps backward. Once on the porch, I kept walking back and bumped my elbow hard against the door knob. The box slipped from my grip, but I quickly bent down and managed to catch it before it hit the ground.

As I looked up, I realized he was looking straight in between my thighs. Because I had bent my knees and squatted down with my legs spread, the movement strained the hem of my sleep shirt, giving him a completely unobstructed view of my private parts. I knew instantly I wasn't wearing panties, having rushed downstairs this morning wearing only a sleep shirt and a cardigan.

He was staring intently right between my legs. I immediately stood up as a wave of hot blood rushed to my head in a flash of intense embarrassment.

"Um... I hurt my back, you can go now! Bye." I said.

He didn't even get a chance to say bye, but I quickly scooted behind the door, slammed it shut, and leaned my back against it. I held my hands to my chest, and it was pounding hard. I was completely embarrassed, but the sudden surge of adrenaline kicked in, and it felt strangely exhilarating and arousing. I took a few more deep breaths, then I moved my right hand from my chest to place it on my vagina. My hands were still trembling, and that turned into tapping and then stroking my clitoris with small movement to heighten the feeling of arousal. I then stroked faster and faster to let the arousal feeling drown out the feeling of embarrassment.

Then there was another ring on the doorbell. OMG. He would be the last person I want to see again, so I ignored it and went back to stroking myself.

But it rang once more. I looked through the peep hole, and it was Alex. It was a relief that it wasn't the delivery guy. Alex had planned to come over and help me assemble the exercise equipment.

"Good morning, Mrs. Cooper," Alex said as he walked toward the house.

"Good morning, Alex," I replied.

"What's going on here? Why are the boxes in two places like this?" Alex asked.

"The delivery guy said he hurt his back, so he left," I said as I couldn't tell Alex the real reason.

Still feeling turned on, I wanted to assemble the equipment as soon as possible so I can get into my work out routine and with Alex's supervision while only wearing a sleep shirt like previous sessions.

"Let's both of us carry the box together so we don't hurt ourselves," I suggested.

We quickly moved all the boxes into the sunroom. Feeling warm from all the moving, I took off my cardigan, leaving me in just my sleep shirt, with my nipple slightly protruding. Alex had seen me in just my sleep shirt before, but since this was the first time today, he couldn't help but give me a quick glance.

Eager to get things going, I suggested I would assemble the incline bench press while Alex would work on the more complicated hamstring curl bench.

With my husband being away working long distances, I had become quite handy with tools, a skill picked up. I dropped down to my knees, elbows, and all sorts of awkward angles to get the installation done. In my rush, I completely forgot to check if my clothes were covering me properly.

"Um... Mrs. Cooper, sorry to bring it up," but your private parts are showing.

I examined myself that not only was I squatting, but I had the bottom of my shirt hiked up on my lap.

"OMG, I am sorry, I was so involved in my work, I didn't pay attention," I said, "You didn't look very long did you?"

"I... um... kinda did, but not for the reason you are thinking of," Alex said.

"I am so embarrassed," I said, but I was also confused at what he said, "So what reason were you thinking of."

"Um... I was thinking that I could give you a trim down there considering that you'll be posing nude again tomorrow, it would probably be better if your pubic hair was nice and neat."

I had actually been thinking about giving myself a trim for the past couple of days since it was getting a bit overgrown with a few stray strands.

"No way, this just doesn't sound right," I said, " I think this is something I can do on my own. Thank you."

"But I would have a better perspective from a distance when viewing a nude model. Plus I have the experience of cutting hair." Alex said. "I have cut, trim, shave, etc. for all kinds of hair l... except for pubic hair of course, but that may change today. Right?"

Maybe my mind was still cloudy from the sudden arousal this morning, and then, because of this casual talk about my pubic hair, I was actually considering it.

"So you think you can trim my hair down there, huh? And how exactly do you plan on pulling that off?" I asked skeptically.

"Um, I don't know... maybe you could strike your nude pose, and I could trim it that way," Alex explained.

"No way, that's ridiculous," I said. "Um... maybe I'll think of a way for you to do it. But for now, let's get back to work on assembling the equipment."

"Okay, that's a good idea," Alex said, while being gleeful at the prospect of being able to trim my pubic hair in a not yet known way.

It didn't take me long to finish assembling my bench. It had come mostly pre-built, which explained why the box had been so heavy, but requiring me only to attach the legs and the adjustable backrest.

"Done!" I announced, standing up and throwing both hands in the air in a victory celebration.

Alex stood up and walked over to inspect my work. He held his hand up high for a high-five. Then he followed through with a quick, firm congratulatory slap right on my ass before I could dodge it.

"Hey!" I reacted.

"Sorry. Good job, though," he said with a grin.

"Tch!" I scoffed. "But I was fast putting it together, right?"

"Yeah, that was pretty fast," he conceded.

"So, do you need any help?" I teased, looking for payback for the slap to my butt.

"No, I am fine," Alex said, but was a little bit embarrassed about being beaten by a female, "Actually, the wrench they provided keeps slipping. Could you grab me a small and a medium adjustable wrench?" Alex asked.

"Okay, I'll go get them from the garage," I said.

It didn't take me long to locate the tools. While alone in the quiet of the garage, I lifted the hem of my sleep shirt to examine my pubic hair, wondering what needed trimming and, more importantly, how on earth Alex was going to do it. Even though I was excited by the prospect of getting a trim, I still couldn't quite figure out the logistics of how he'd pull it off.

Realizing I had been out in the garage a bit too long, I headed back inside to hand Alex the wrenches.

While Alex was still working on the hamstring bench, I tested out the incline bench press with a pair of very light dumbbells and adjusted through a few different incline angles.

Finally, Alex announced he was finished with his equipment. I walked over to congratulate him with a high-five. Noticing the sweat beading on his forehead, I walked over to switch on a standing fan.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes, a Gatorade please, thank you," Alex said.

I got him the drink, and he thanked me. He was sitting on his assembled bench, enjoying the cool breeze. I also enjoyed the breeze, as the wind fluttered the bottom of my sleep shirt.

"By the way, I have some good news for you. A few rich ladies are interested in your services," I said.

"My haircut service?" Alex wondered.

"You have a service?" I ask?

"Yes, I am a college barber. I cut hair to help pay for school and save up for when I transfer to a university. I can definitely cut hair for these rich people. But only for you, I can cut both kinds of hair." Alex added, with a smirk.

"Uh-huh, I bet you would! Wait, stop, we're getting off track here. These rich women are actually looking for a personal trainer service, yours and Andy's," I said.

"We have a personal trainer service? How?" Alex asked, looking puzzled.

"Well, I was modeling some tight dresses, and these women were admiring and rubbing my ass, wondering how I got a nice ass. So I mentioned your names as personal trainers," I explained.

"They were rubbing your ass? What kind of modeling gig is this?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, but that's beside the point. They gave me their contact info so you guys can formulate a sales strategy before reaching out to them."

"How rich are these clients? And by the way, you really do have a nice ass," Alex said, as he observed the fan breeze pressing on my sleep shirt outlining my ass.

"Hmph! But thanks. So these clients are CEOs and executives in the company, and these upper K people are willing to pay top dollar for real results," I said.

Okay. Andy and I will get together and work on a package deal worthy of these rich clients.

"By the way, thank you for giving up part of your Sunday to help me set all this up," I said.

"Yeah, no problem at all. But I also want to thank you for being comfortable with no-panties around me," Alex said sincerely. "I thought that was just a deal struck by you and Andy."

"Well, I am actually very comfortable with no-panties around the house, but hopefully the clothes that I wear provides me with adequate coverage while you are here. Plus, you've seen me nude already, so if I slip up from time to time, I guess you don't mind seeing a bit of me right?" I said with a smirk.

Alex's eyes lit up, seemingly taking it as permission to look whenever she slipped up or flashed. "Um... speaking of which, have you... um... given any thought to how I might trim your pubic hair?" Alex stammered.

He was clearly nervous asking. But I was still not prepared to answer, and my brief thought on the garage was still incomplete.

"Um... I just know I can't expose myself like that while you do your work... Maybe I'll be wearing a bikini bottom, and then... um... let's just start from there," I said, still feeling unsure of myself.

"Um, okay?" Alex said, as he was also unsure

"Let me go put it on right now," I said.

"Wait! No, no, no!" Alex interrupted quickly. "You can't. "Weren't you planning on doing a workout?"

"I can still work out while wearing a bikini bottom," I said.

"But... um... oh yeah, but if I put on oil when I massage you after the workout, it will stain your bikini," Alex claimed.

"I guess you're right," I said, knowing that he wanted me to stay without panties throughout the workout and the massage afterwards. But he had outwitted me, so I agreed.

Alex guided me through the same routine of biceps, shoulders, abs, glutes, and hamstring exercises, except now using the two new pieces of equipment. He was entirely technical throughout. When I had to spread my legs to sit on the incline press bench, he made sure to stand either next to or behind me to avoid a repeat of what happened that morning.

Alex remained completely technical, as he performed the entire massage over my sleep shirt. Then he applied lotion and oil on the massage parts. For my shoulders and arms, he slipped his hand through the armhole to apply the lotion followed by the oil. For my glutes and hamstrings, Alex lifted my shirt away from my skin with just enough space to apply the products. For my abs, he lifted the shirt similarly, but to reach my tummy he had to slide his whole arm up to his elbow, passing my pubic hair and onto my stomach. He handled it with the utmost professionalism. He also applied the lotion and oil to my upper thighs, raising the bottom of my shirt toward my waist while still keeping my pubic hair covered.

Despite his professionalism, the touches and the massage were doing a number on me. When he was rubbing my rear, I could feel that he came dangerously close to the back of my vagina. I was quietly panting, my face hidden from Alex at the moment. When he was rubbing my tummy, the brush against my pubic hair gave me a tickling sensation that sent all kinds of stimulation through me. I had to keep my panting from being heard or seen by biting down on my teeth. Finally, when he rubbed my upper thighs and the space in between with his fingers inching very close to my private parts, I had to forcefully control my breathing to fake a calm exterior. I was so afraid my vagina would be wet by this point, and that it would be visible, revealing that while Alex was being completely professional, I was completely aroused.

"Ok, we are all done with your massage," Alex announced.

I felt immensely relieved that I would no longer have to try so hard to suppress my arousal, and it was a good opportunity to make my escape from the massage table.

"I think I'll go upstairs and put on my bikini bottom so we can get started on the trimming," I said.

"Okay, I will go get the hair trimming tool from my car," Alex said excitedly.

I went upstairs and into the bedroom closet to look for a bikini bottom. I was nervous but also excited at the anticipation. I quickly checked myself, and the bottom of my vagina was so wet. I dried myself up a bit and began looking for the right bikini for the job. Not knowing exactly how things were going to go down, I chose a yellow stretchy nylon string bikini that would allow for the greatest flexibility and maneuverability.

I felt anxious coming down the stairs. I was surprised to see a chair and a barber's cape set up next to Alex.

"Why the chair and cape?" I asked.

"Well, like I said, I'm here to trim both kinds of hair. You do have quite a bit of split ends on your hair, so I thought I might offer to trim them too. So which hair would you like to trim first?"

"Let's do my hair first," I said, dashing toward the chair as a way to delay the nervous energy of having my pubic hair being trimmed.

I sat down, and Alex draped the barber's cape over me. "So, how would you like your haircut? Split end removal only, with layering, or a full trim to match your previous cut?"

"How about we just start with getting rid of the split ends?" I said.

"Yes, you have nice, thick, wavy hair, but that tends to lead to split ends. Their removal won't change the current flow of the hair though."

"Actually, I changed my mind. Can you also do some layering?" I said.

"Yes, wavy hair like yours requires layering more often than a basic trim."

Alex seemed to know a thing or two about cutting hair. He explained that his mom and sister were concerned at first, too, but eventually felt comfortable enough to let him cut their hair. I felt calm as he distracted me with casual conversation. His own nerves seemed to also have vanished, as his hands were no longer trembling like they had been at the outset.

"So, how would you like your pubic haircut?" Alex asked.

The question came out of nowhere, I thought. We had just been casually talking about his mom and sister being afraid of a haircut, and all of a sudden he sprang this on me.

"Huh? What? Oh... as you know, I will pose nude tomorrow, so I'd like to keep a lot of the coverage, but with a slightly shorter and more consistent length. I'd like the sparse hair on the sides to be shaved off, but without a hard edge between hair and no hair. And underneath, I'd like the hair shortened through cutting or trimming, like with a trim guard. In other words, try to make it as natural as possible, especially for nude modeling."

"You sure you don't want a full shave down below? Many are opting for that nowadays," Alex asked.

"And how do you know many are opting for that?" I inquired.

"Well... you know... um... the internet," Alex said, looking seemingly very embarrassed about how he got the information.

"I'm just teasing you," I said. "I looked at the internet too to figure out the style I wanted. But no thanks for shaving down there because then you have to keep up with it every few days or at least once a week."

"I'll do it for you," Alex said enthusiastically.

"Tch!" I reacted, rolling my eyes.

"Final question. Will you be bottomless or wearing your bikini bottom while I trim you?" Alex asked.

"Of course I'm wearing my bottom," I said before Alex even finished his question. "So the rule is, you can slide any part of the bikini bottom around, but my inner vagina, you know, the inner part with no hair, has to be covered at all times. Then I can leave the rest to your artistic expertise," I said, though I felt a slight regret for giving him so much latitude.

"Okay, 'inner part' is covered at all times. Got it!" Alex repeated the instruction to himself.

Alex worked on layering first. Then, he handed me a mirror to look at the result. I looked and liked what I saw. He then trimmed off the split ends. He used a small brush to sweep the clippings off my head and face, and gave me the mirror for a final look.

"That's a fantastic job," I said. "I probably owe you several lunches for this."

"Okay, I am done with your hair," Alex said. "Up you go! Onto the massage table to trim your other hair. I already inclined it slightly for you."

The instruction was sudden, but it was better that way so I wouldn't have to fret on the thought of trimming my pubic hair. I got up on the massage table and leaned back against the slightly inclined backrest. As he held the bottom of my shirt, I knew to raise my hips to let him slide the fabric past my rear and up my waist. He elevated my knees slightly and spread my thighs open. He bent his head down to closely examine my bikini-covered area and its surroundings. Having someone look so closely at my private parts, even though they were still covered by the bikini bottom was so erotic I felt like I was losing my mind.

With both hands near my crotch, he slowly slid the right edge of my bikini bottom toward the middle over the pubic hair, stopping right where the inner vagina starts. I nearly passed out from the exhilarating sensation. I pulled the neck of my shirt up over my head because I couldn't bear to look anymore. I could see my breath blowing into the shirt as it puffed up and down.

Aside from my general request on how to trim my pubic hair, I left every detailed decision to his expertise. He chose the proper guard for the trimmer. With his left hand, he pressed down on my skin outside the outer labia, sliding it away from the middle to stretch the skin out for easier trimming. He then used his fingers to tease out any pubic hair still trapped under the bikini edge. The touching was making me wetter by the second. With my head still hidden inside my shirt, he was free to gaze while using his fingers to roam around supposedly for stray hairs. Could he feel the wetness on his fingers? Could he feel my inner vaginal muscles squeezing and pulsing? I wouldn't be surprised if I was completely soaked from the sudden wave of sensation.

He then guided the trimmer over the outer labia to trim the hair. Once I calmed down a bit, I pulled my head out of my shirt and leaned back, but still kept my eyes closed while taking long, deep breaths.

Alex's hand movements created tiny drafts that caused an intermittent cooling sensation on my vagina, which only meant that I was thoroughly damp. I regretted not wearing a darker bikini bottom, because that wetness was going to show up clearly on the yellow fabric.

He continues with his touching and trimming. I was having a difficult time suppressing my arousal. I could no longer hold back my panting. My inner muscles were pulsing with every touch. Despite my best efforts, my thighs and bottom were trembling and bouncing against the table.

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"Mrs. Cooper, I know this is strange to ask, but how are you feeling?"

"I'm hanging in there, considering," I said, still breathing fast and nearly hyperventilating.

"Mrs. Cooper, do you think you should just let me finish you off?" Alex asked, as he was sliding his hand over the fabric above my vagina.

"Huh? Finish you off? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, it's my fault you're going through so much sensory overload right now, but if I can finish you off, you know get you to climax, then perhaps that will calm you down to get past the jitters," Alex said while gently rubbing his fingers on the bikini fabric above the middle of my vagina.

"Ah... ah..." I panted. It felt so good, and I still was unable to form a coherent answer.

"I promise to keep your inner vagina covered," Alex said, moving his fingers in a gentle circular motion.

"Ah... ah... yes, yes," I said.

"Was that a 'yes' for the pleasure, or a 'yes' to proceed?" Alex asked while continuing to rub my vagina.

"Ah... ah... yes to proceed... ah... ah... yes for the pleasure, too."

Alex was now rubbing harder over the bikini, and my panting sped up in response. Then, he slipped his fingers under the bikini directly onto my bare flesh, sliding them up and down with the gentlest strokes.

"Aaaaah...," I let out a long sigh as his fingers were now touching my wet bare flesh.

"I am still going to keep you covered," he announced.

He now focused his long strokes on my clitoris while keeping his hand under the fabric. Then he ramped up his speed, and it wasn't long before he took me over the edge. I squirmed and shook as enjoyed a powerful orgasm. Afterwards, all of my muscle was relaxed and my body melted onto the massage table.

"Let me go get a towel to clean you up," Alex said.

He returned from the bathroom with a warm, moist hand towel and gave me a proper wipe down. I felt far more relaxed now. Alex hung the towel on a nearby chair and resumed trimming the other side of my vagina, following the same process of keeping my inner parts covered while trimming the sides. I continued to enjoy the touches, but this time I was more relaxed.

"Mrs. Cooper, I am going to trim your front pubic hair next," Alex said.

"Um OK. By the way, thank you for getting me to settle down," I said.

"It's my pleasure... Well your pleasure too," Alex said with a smirk.

"Yeah, about that. I would like for a minute to discuss our understanding before we go too far," I said.

"Yeah, I think it's a good idea we have it out in the open," Alex said.

"So Andy already shared with me on your pact," I said.

"Oh, you mean the one where we keep our dicks in our pants, sorry for the language, because we are best friends with Tommy and such?" Alex said.

"Yes, and thank you. This makes our first understanding a bit simpler, and that is 'no exchange of fluid'. The second is that our togetherness like this can only happen when there are just two of us."

"Yes, I understand completely," Alex said.

"And we can add more as it comes," I said.

"Like keep the 'inner part' covered at all times?" Alex added.

"Well, just while trimming. But yes, we can add as we go." I said.

"OK, understood," Alex said.

"Anyway, you can continue your trimming," I said with a smile.

"Oh yeah! I am now going to trim your front," Alex said.

Alex began to head down to get back to work. I was curious to see what he was going to do next, as I already left him in charge. He untied the laces to my bikini, and I could feel the bottom flap fall down to the massage table exposing the side of my ass. Although they're just laces connecting the front in the back of the bikini bottom, but when they are untied, I had such a feeling of nakedness. He pulled the bikini waistband down towards my thigh creating a fold that remained above my vagina. He laid the laces over my thighs. I glanced down at the partial nudity, and it felt so erotic and arousing.

He started by shaving all the hair that would have been seen outside of the bikini, but not so much that it would create a hard end between hair and no-hair. He then grabbed his scissors to hand trim my pubic hair from that point on. I had closed my eyes to enjoy these touches. From the subtle movements my body, the folded part of the bikini would slightly fall down between my thighs. He would slide it up and pressed the bikini down onto my vagina trying to keep it there. While his hand was already there, he would sneak in a few little rubs to make me pant, 'Ah Ah'. He enjoyed the occasional toying with me like that, and so did I.

"OK I am all done. Would you like to book another session? You obviously are enjoying this," Alex teased, while just gently touching my vagina through the bikini.

"No!" I responded immediately, as the question felt rushed. But my pussy had other ideas as it was being rubbed, "I mean no, not while we are in the presence of Andy."

"Oh really!" Alex said, "I can arrange for that.

Alex began to brush the clippings off my vagina area. Then he tied up the laces on my bikini bottom. And brush the clippings off both sides of my vagina.

"Sorry I can't brush off all the clippings," Alex said.

"That's okay I'll wash it off later," I said.

"I can wash it off for you now, if you want," Alex said with a smile.

"You are just too much," I said, "But no! I think it's time we clean up and for you to get going."

"Okay let me clean up this area, and then throw the empty boxes in the recyclable trash can," Alex said.

In the meantime I'll make you a Reuben sandwich. Deal?"

"Yeah, sounds good." Alex said.

A way to Alex's heart has always been food. He's not fat but he was occasionally teased by his best friend Andy my son Tommy as being a little bit round. I had gathered all the stuff from the refrigerator onto the kitchen counter to make the Reuben sandwich.

Alex was in the backyard folding up the empty boxes so that they will fit in the trash can. From outside the window he gestured for me to lift my shirt to flash him. I was feeling naughty so I flashed my breast for the briefest of moments just to tease but not showing much. It was a fun and erotic for me to flash. He overly opened his eyes and his mouth in an exaggerated elation, even though the flash was done very fast. Then he gestured for me to grab my shirt and pull it over my head and throw it away.

I shook my head.

He gestured once again, but this time with his hands together as if he was praying, and looking wide eyes like a puppy. Feeling naughty but because there was an enthusiastic audience, I pulled my sleep shirt over my head and threw it aside, and now I was topless. It was an exhilarating feeling of going topless to someone that desired looking at me.

Alex was jumping up and down like a monkey to indicate his elation at a primal level. I was amused by his antics.

I continued to make the sandwich. While looking down, I was so aroused at seeing my bare breasts, a whole lot of body skin, and with nothing but just a bikini bottom.

"Eek!" I squealed, as I was startled by Alex's hands cupping my breasts from behind.

"How did you get here so fast?" I asked.

"Well, you were seducing me," Alex said, "I was minding my own business, and you showed your goods."

"Me seducing? You are the one that instigated it with your hand gestures and stuff," I said.

"Guilty as charged," Alex said, "But can you blame me?"

"Hmph!," I reacted, but my reaction turned to pleasure, as my breasts were being caressed for the first time today.

He began to massage my breasts and slightly touch my nipples. Then he kissed the back and left side of my neck. I was panting, my head fell backward to the other side with pleasure.

"You are making me dizzy, I can't make your sandwich like this," I said.

"All right, I will keep you steady," he said, as he moved his hands to my hips.

His hands didn't stay there for very long, as he began stroking his hands up and down my hips to the sides of my thigh and back to my hips. The stimulations were arousing but not to the point where I couldn't concentrate.

"Are you making my sandwich?" Alex asked, but now he has ruined his left hand between my hip and my tummy.

"Yes, I am... I am... making a sandwich for you. Who else could I be making a sandwich for?" I said, while squirming being ticklish by his fingers on my tummy.

"What kind of bread is that?" Alex ask.

"It's rye bread just like the last two times," I said, with a little bit of frustration at the question that has an obvious answer.

He had moved his body to my left side, and his hand was now rubbing up and down my stomach.

"Yeah, I like rye bread, it's firm and stays flat longer than other bread," Alex said.

"Are you using the same cheese as last time, because it was very smooth and creamy?" Alex asked as his hand had roamed to massage the bottom of my breast.

"Yes, ah... ah... it is havarti cheese, very smooth and creamy" I said with broken breaths.

Feeling aroused, I had let go of all the food from my hand as my focus was now on the gentle touch of my breasts. He then lift my left arm over his head onto his shoulder. My left breast was completely exposed with him having an unobstructed access to it. He took his time to take in the view and inhaling my scent. I was aroused with the proximity of his face to it, and I was even more aroused at the anticipation for my exposed breasts.

"And how did they make the meat so pink," Alex said, as he was now making circles on my left nipple.

"They... um... use brake powder pink curing salt... Ah... Ah..." I said

I realized that Alex was just making up irrelevant questions to watch me squirm to answer while he felt me up. I began to pant visibly as his hand was tapping and twisting slightly on my nipple.

"Hey! Are you relating my body to food? Flat stomach to flat bread, smooth and creamy to my breast, and of course, the pink meat to my... Ah... Ah... ", I said, but I interrupted with more twists to my left nipple.

"Well, it's the two most delicious things that I like, your food and your you," Alex said with a smile.

"That does not even sound like real English... Ah... Ah," I said as I was panting now to his licks on my left nipple.

Overwhelmed with the sensation, I inhaled a deep breath and then exhaled at an irregular rate matching the sensations on my nipple. He took turns twisting my right nipple with his left hand and licking my left nipple with his tongue. My legs felt weak, and I leaned on him for balance.

His left hand disappeared away from my right breast, and suddenly, I felt the laces on the right side of my bikini bottom become undone, and the bikini bottom fell to the ground.

I gasped, "I thought we were keeping my inner things covered remember?" I said, with a mild protest.

"Yes, but only while trimming as you instructed," he said, as he quickly laid his left hand on my vagina.

OMG. He was using my words against, but my thoughts were being crowded out by the sensation of his strokes on my vagina. I could tell that it was already moist by the wet feeling between my vagina and his fingers. He started stroking slowly, but as he felt more wetness, he ramped up his stroke faster and harder. I was panting just as fast to the stroke. The arousal had become intense. I was squirming and shaking. With my left arm already around his shoulder I squeezed it tight as a way of my release. Waves of pleasure arrived on my body, as I reciprocated that energy by squeezing him harder and harder.

He then paused his strokes on my vagina. My fast-paced began to slow down to long deep breaths. He went back to gentle kisses on my right breast. Then he licked his tongue around my nipple. My body was buckling to this new arousing sensation.

With his head still buried to my chest, his left hand resumed stroking my vagina. Finding how wet my vagina was, he stroke it more and more furiously. I grabbed his shoulder again while I panted it louder ah... ah... And finally he took me over the top. My body was quivering shaking and squeezing his shoulder ever so tightly. I reached my right hand over his shoulder to hold me up. I was in a daze. I closed my eyes to enjoy the wind down sensation. We embraced for a while allowing me to settle my breath.

"Let me take you over to the sofa," Alex said

"Thank you," I said.

With this left hand he scooped me under my and with his right hand already on my back he lifted me up. He carried me over to the sofa and laid me down gently.

He went away and came back with my sleep shirt. With my body half wilted, he managed to put the sleep shirt on me and even slid it below my hip. He also brought back a moist towel to clean me up between my thighs. That he gave me a kiss on the head.

"Thank you Mrs Cooper for everything," he whispered, "I will finish up making the sandwich, and I'll be out of here."

Soon after I woke up. Looking around the place looks spotless. The kitchen counter was clean, and there wasn't anything in the sink. The floor was free from my hair clippings, and all the weights were put back.

With the weather still warm even for late October, I decided to go to the beach for some additional tanning, taking advantage of my recently trimmed pubic hair. Afterward, I went home, took a shower, got some chores done, and then met up with my coworker at the donation center for dinner, trying out a new ramen and boba place. Afterward I chatted up with my husband with all the exciting events that happened with modeling my own designed clothes. I felt a great satisfaction as I settled into bed for the night.