Capital City Art Exhibitionism
Keywords: Exhibitionism, City, Capital, Art,
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*Author's Note:*
"This story is a fiction, all characters are fictional - even those based on real people. Please do not take the events in this story to be factual – while the locations are all real, there is no such thing as a Washington D.C. Nude Day parade. "
"To my editor - Thank you thirteen times for your assistance."
*****
"We'll never make it," complained Karen, "they'll be closed before we get there."
"You just had to stop for dinner." Laura said.
"It was the Horseshoe Inn's crabcake special. We never miss that."
"Don't worry, we'll make it."
"No we won't," Karen said.
"Well, then we'll do it tomorrow." Laura stated.
Karen was silent, brooding and angry. She started to speak, but Laura interrupted, "I'll call and see if they'll stay open," Laura opened her cell phone and dialed the number.
"Body Art Studios. Can I help you?"
"Um, this is Laura and Karen. We have the five-o'clock appointments."
"And you're going to be late?" The receptionist stated more than asked.
"Um, yeah, it looks that way."
"I'll go ask Vicki and Tim if they'll stay, please hold."
Laura turned to Karen, "She's asking if the artists will stay for us."
"Good, maybe we'll make it after all." Karen said.
"Hello, are you there?" The receptionist's voice returned.
"Yes. Will they be able to stay?" Laura asked.
"I am sorry, but no they cannot, they have a reception tonight. They will move your appointment to 10:00 A.M. tomorrow."
"10:00 A.M. Same place?"
"No, they'll be in their booth on the Mall, 100 yards from the Washington Monument in the direction of the Lincoln Memorial."
"You mean we'll have to do it in public?" Laura asked apprehensively.
"No, it's a booth. You'll be fine," the receptionist reassured her.
"Ok, we'll see you at ten." Laura closed the phone ending the conversation.
"In public?" Karen asked.
"No, in a booth on the Mall. She said it will be private."
"Ok, so now what?"
Laura said, "Let's get a hotel in Tyson's and go shopping."
"Best idea you've had in weeks."
*****
"Victoria's! Let's go to Victoria's!" Karen tugged Laura toward the beckoning doors.
"Why? We're going nude, not in lingerie."
"Not for that, silly. For later."
"Oh, ok, but let's be quick, I want to get to Crane's," Laura said.
"Oh, you and your stupid paper. Boring, boring, boring."
"I like paper."
Karen danced side to side, her hands extended, "I like paper, I like paper," she teased.
Laura ignored the taunt and pushed her friend into Victoria's Secret.
"Can I help you?" The saleswoman was beautiful, tall, dark, lithe; everything both Karen and Laura wanted to be.
Karen jumped in front of Laura and said, "My friend needs decent lingerie. A teddy, some stockings, thongs and a few decent bras, can you help her?"
Laura turned red and started, "Hey...," but the saleswoman took her arm and led her to the first rack of lingerie.
An hour and a thousand dollars later, Laura left with fifteen purchases neatly wrapped in the discreet black bags. "I can't believe you did that to me."
"She gave you twenty percent off, what are you complaining about?"
"I have to go to the restroom, I want to wash her hands off of me. God, that dyke was all over me. Did you see that?"
"Yeah, the bitch was teasing me big time."
"You should have kicked her," Laura said.
"I wanted the discount, and watching her finger your boobs was fun."
"You're just as bad as she is."
"You're the one who made her climb the ladder to get top shelf stuff. Tell me you didn't look up her skirt."
"She had granny panties," Laura lied.
"You're lying, she had a blue thong." Karen stated.
"Sue me," Laura laughed.
They shopped and spent and spent and spent. Finally, Laura's credit card cried for mercy and she said, "Stop! We have to get out of this mall right now."
"How much did you spend?"
"Couple thousand. Cripes, why didn't you stop me? You know what I'm like in malls."
"You know I love how happy you are when you're buying me things."
"I'll return half of it later you know, I always do." Laura said.
"That's fun too."
Back in their hotel room, Karen said, "Laura, try on some of the Vic's stuff."
"Oh, come on, I want to sleep," Laura complained.
"Please. I want to see you in the black lace set."
"No." Laura crossed her arms and said, "I'm probably returning that one, I don't want to wear it."
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, I'll make it worth your time." Karen begged.
"Oh, very well. Wait, I'll change." Laura grabbed the package and ran to the little bathroom to change.
When Laura walked from the bathroom, modeling the black lacey bra and thong, Karen said, "That simply will not work."
"What won't work?" Laura asked.
Karen shook her head in a firm negative and pointed to Laura's legs. "You look like a yeti, don't you ever shave?"
"I shaved yesterday. It isn't that bad."
"Go look in the mirror! We're going naked tomorrow! You look like a fuzz ball."
"I'll go back and shave. Damn it, girl, you are a hard one to please." Laura shook her head and started for the bathroom.
Karen followed, saying, "Wait, stop. I'll shave you."
"You'll shave me?" Laura asked.
"Yeah, you'll love it. I'm good; I'll shave you so close you won't feel a thing."
"Ha, you'll cut me a hundred times."
"I'll pay for your lingerie if I cut you even once." Karen promised.
"All of it?" Laura remained suspicious.
"All that you don't return."
"Deal."
"Pull out that chair and I'll grab some towels. You'll love this, I swear." Karen darted into the bathroom and returned with a stack of white towels to use as a work space.
"Now what?" Laura asked.
"Sit." Karen dug into her overnight and came up with a somewhat large shaving kit.
"You planned this all along. You brought all of that stuff because you knew you'd be shaving me."
"Hush, I'm working."
Laura asked, "Legs first or what?"
"Yeah, legs first. Hold your right leg out."
Karen ran back to the bathroom, filled the ice bucket with hot water and dropped the shaving cream into the water to heat. She took a washrag and soaked it with hot water while she waited.
"I'm going to rub your leg down now with a hot rag, this will hurt a little, but all of your yeti hair will stand up."
"Just get going."
Karen started at Laura's foot and slowly worked toward her knee, then up her thigh, moving the warmed washcloth in small circles. Her hand moved up Laura's hip, stopped at her waist and moved back downward. The hot water turned the skin pink in her wake. She smiled and moved her hand between the Laura's thighs, washing up toward her...
"Hey, is this a shave or sex?"
"You don't know?"
Karen removed the shaving cream from the water and sprayed a small amount into her palm to test the temperature. She nodded her acceptance and again her hands worked over Laura's leg. Starting at the toes, she rubbed, smeared and lathered the leg up to the knee.
Laura gasped when the warm shaving cream touched her leg, but when Karen's hands started rubbing her leg she closed her eyes and relaxed, allowing the sensations to overtake her conscious mind. "Oh my god, this is heaven." She didn't even feel the razor gliding over her creamy calves.
Karen took her time, working slowly, cleaning the razor after every stroke. She cleaned Laura's leg from the foot to the knee, careful to make sure every hair was gone. When she reached the knee, she stopped and performed the same treatment on the left leg – rubbing, spreading the cream, and shaving. She looked up at Laura's face as she worked and saw the serene smile, she knew where her friend's mind was and she smiled.
Laura opened her eyes when she felt the shaving cream between her thighs. She looked down and saw Karen using a brush to spread the heated cream evenly over her naked thighs. She felt the rising desire and almost spoke, but instead held her voice and let the brush do its work. There would be time for that later.
Karen worked the razor, now equipped with a new blade, up and down Laura's thigh. She stifled her squeak of delight when Laura's legs opened, almost by their own volition revealing the damp spot on her thong. She knew what this was doing to her lover, knew the sensations Laura was trying to hide. She continued shaving the thighs, the razor gliding over the smooth skin effortlessly. Whenever she noticed Laura moving, she stopped and waited, taking away the sensation , forcing her to wait and to wonder where the next touch would come.
"I'll have to keep going up you know. We aren't wearing thongs tomorrow."
"Oh." "Just don't stop touching me."
Karen pulled the damp thong down and off of Laura's legs. "Oh my, look at all of that hair. This might take some time, lay on the edge of the bed and spread your legs.
After Laura moved to the bed, Karen started again – rubbing with the heated cloth, spreading the cream, and carefully using the razor. She started high and removed all of Laura's upper pubic hair; the cute landing strip disappeared, replaced with slick shiny skin. She moved down to the labia, and said, "Careful, no squirming," as her fingers played over the quivering lips, carefully pulling, teasing and touching, making room for the razor to remove even the tiniest hairs.
Laura was going nuts, the fingers would touch, tease and withdraw. The hot cream, the razor, every touch sent pulses of pleasure running through her body. She held her breath, tried not to move, tried not to come, but it was going to happen soon, she couldn't stop it, she was going to come. "Oh my, here it comes..." The touch stopped". Damn Karen, she knew, she knew exactly how close I was."
"Ok, that's better, no hair left." Karen said, half laughing.
"NO!" Laura thrust her hips upward toward Karen, trying to force one more touch. "You can't leave me like this."
"Like what? This isn't sex, it's just a shave."
Laura had heard enough, her hand shot between her legs and she touched herself. She ignored Karen's delighted laugh, and rubbed with a vengeance. Within a few seconds, the orgasm started; she touched herself again and.
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Keywords: Exhibitionism, City, Capital, Art,