“Do you have a micro-bikini?” Mrs. B’s eyes were closed again. I stared at her body, the generous swell of her copper-colored flesh, her big, dark nipples. Hers were hard, too.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I left it at home. I didn’t think it would be… appropriate.”

“You can borrow one of mine.” Her thigh slid along mine as she adjusted on the blanket. “If you want less of a tan line. I brought several.”

“Thanks.” I watched her breasts rising and falling, glistening in the sun. Her belly was beaded with sweat and oil.

“Do you shave?”

“Wh-what?”

“Do you shave?” she repeated, opening one eye to look at me. “I wax, myself. It’s much easier and takes care of things for a lot longer down there, if you know what I mean.”

“No.” I snapped my eyes closed.

“Oh, to wear a micro, you just have to.” She half-sat and touched my thigh, pulling my bathing suit bottoms aside a little to reveal the line of dark pubic hair. “Yep, you’d definitely need to shave. Or I brought some wax. You could wax it all. I do.”

Shocked, I stared at her. I didn’t know what I was more surprised by, her revelation or the fact she’d just nonchalantly pulled my bikini aside!

“It’s actually fun.” She winked. “Not the waxing part-but having a shaved pussy.”

I stared right up at the sun, blinking a few times so it made bright spots in the dark when I closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe Mrs. Baumgartner had just said the word “pussy” in front of me!

“Doc loves it.” I felt her hand against my hip, just resting there. “And it’s so incredible to walk around that way. You feel so exposed. It’s a constant turn-on.”

“Mrs. B…” I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to say.

“I’d be happy to help you.” Her fingers moved over the elastic tops of my bikini bottoms. “It’s hard to do a bikini wax on yourself.”