I ride a motorcycle year round, in contrast to the married couple across the street. The husband had recently taken early retirement, followed by going on a several month riding vacation in the Southwest without his still working wife.
Arriving home on a sunny but brisk day at the same time as my neighbor, she walked over as I put the bike into the garage, asking whether I would want to get warmed up, saying the sauna in her basement was already on. Agreeing straightforwardly, we started walking over, taking off my helmet and gloves as we went.
Entering through the garage which closed automatically behind us, she said to go downstairs, that she would be there in a moment. Considering that this would not be the first or second time we had been naked together, I began undressing, which took a bit of time considering the layers I was wearing.
Still wearing long underwear pants and a t-shirt, I saw her carrying down two glasses and a bottle of sparkling wine. She put them on the slatted wooden bench running along the sauna wall, then started undressing. Watching was enjoyable, but not especially sexual. Nudity is nice, and I certainly appreciate the sight of a naked woman, but being naked is not foreplay.
Towels were on pegs above the bench, and after getting naked, I took one to bring inside. Taking the opportunity to watch her take off her sweater, shirt, and bra, after she had already removed her pants and panties before my towel grabbing. She smiled as she popped the cork, filling each glass skillfully, handing me one. Lisa drank much like John, but without any particular sexual intent in my experience drinking with her in such situations.
She put the bottle on the bench, reached for a towel above her carefully, providing a lovely view of a hanging breast and unshaved underarm. Standing, she turned, offering the chance to watch her take a step to go inside the sauna. Which was maybe 55°C, somewhat damp as compared to bone dry.
I remained on the lower tier, my tolerance for heat being fairly limited. The glass had already started to pearl on the outside with condensation as she set out her towel on the upper tier. After raising her glass to her lips, I filled my mouth with the sweet taste, taking what I thought a decent swallow. Looking at Lisa as she turned to sit, she had already drank half of her glass. Smiling at me, she said I should do the same, as the coolness went away quickly, making the taste much less refreshing. Seeing no reason to doubt her observation, we soon finished our glasses.
Which she gathered and brought to the outside bench, then walking back in. The time the door was open provided a nice draft until she closed it and returned to the upper wooden bench. Her leg was unshaved, prompting me to compliment her. She smiled, possibly because she knew how sincere my appreciation was, being something said every time seeing her exposed leg close.
"You can stroke the hair again if you want."
"Am I that easy to predict? Unshaved woman are quite rare these days."
"Really?"
"Certainly at the nude lake I go to. Everyone shaves. People our age, older, or younger, like Joan and Helen."
"You haven't ever shaved I bet." By this point, my hand was sliding over her calf, with her attention clearly oriented towards my curly thick bush.
"Never. I much prefer the sight of people who don't. Joan and Helen are sexier weeks before waxing than immediately after." The wine was loosening my tongue a bit, as normally I try to remain discrete about the two. Lisa knew them, but not at such a personal level.
As she shifted to allow my hand freer sliding, it felt a bit more than coincidental that I now had a glorious beaver shot as my fingers began to run over her thigh. Approaching her bush, her gentle sighing was encouraging. This would not be the first time I had played with her pussy fur, but unlike the times in the jacuzzi, I could see where my fingers were going.
Along with smelling her womanly scent, leading my head to draw closer. Such a perfume goes behind the brain, and it was only when she started to move that I realized how close my nostrils had approached while caressing her inner thighs and pubes.
"Time for a second glass I think" she said, stepping down and opening the door. I could see her tits sway as she poured. She walked back in with two full glasses, prompting me to stand to take one. Grinning, she looked straight at me as we raised our glasses and drank deeply. I could see lovely tufts under her arms, with a certain obvious attentiveness.
"People really shave all the time?" she asked.
"And all over, at least the people I know as nudists or partners."
"Partners?" was her response after taking a good swallow.
"Well, Sarah didn't shave most of the time, at least before our divorce. She had started shaving her pussy then, before taking her own porn pictures, at least." Considering how women talk, it did not feel too daring revealing that my wife had likely been on several explicit sites around the time we divorced. I had seen her pictures on the PC, before uploading, without knowing specifically what she did with them, but there were a couple of well known sites that would be a good fit for such photos.
"John had me shave once, but I didn't like it, especially growing back all bristly. And it made me sore after fucking."
By the end of that, our glasses were empty. The wine, heat, and her closeness were creating the sort of buzz that makes a tongue looser. "It takes some time to get used to sex without a bush, in my experience. Joan likes to be bald before fucking, though occasionally I am lucky."
