Sarah started the water running in her large walk-in shower. It was enclosed in panes of glass, with an open walk-in passage at one end.

“You can take some shots thru the glass from out here, and then maybe some from inside? I don't want to ruin your camera.”

“That sounds fine. I'll keep it out of the water, but we'll probably have trouble with the lens fogging as the steam increases. Unless of course you want to take a cold shower?” Joe jokingly suggested.

“No, I do not.” Sarah cringed in amusement. “We’ll make the best of it before the steam gets out of hand .”

Joe got a few last pictures of the wet milk trails on her shirt that traced paths from her nipples down to her tummy. Then Sarah peeled off the t-shirt and stepped into the shower. He could not have planned a better situation than this. Sarah’s many curves undulated thru the water spattered glass. She raised her arms up to thoroughly wet her hair, and slowly turned around under the water spray. First she shampooed her hair, then using squirts of body gel she set about soaping everywhere she could reach.

As the shower glass fogged up, Joe moved to the entrance way. From there he had a clear shot of the soap bubbles running down her skin, following the contours of her breasts, tummy, buttocks, and calves. He shot quickly because he knew the steam was starting to condense on his lens and blur the images. He got a dozen or so pictures before he had to step out and save the camera from the moisture. He chose to stay in the room and review some of his last shots, not wanting to leave the room.

After soaping and rinsing Sarah picked up her razor and another squirt of gel. She lathered her pubic area and then stood near the shower entrance, putting one foot up on the built-in bench. She began to shave where her upper thighs met her bikini line, but quickly found that the size of her tummy prevented her from reaching as far down as she wished. She looked up at Joe and smiled.

“Would you be willing to help me? I can't seem to reach as far as I used to.”

Joe put down his camera and approached the shower.

“What can I do to help?” He asked, with a somewhat childish grin.

“If you don't mind, I wanted to do some trimming down here so that in pictures later today I was as smooth as possible.” Sarah handed the razor to Joe. She swivelled her hip open to give him the best access.

Joe got down on his knees and positioned himself as close as he could between her legs.

“I want to keep all my hair up here,” she said covering her mons pubis with both hands. “But I like to shave the right and left sides below here. Basically I want my clit visible, and then smooth all the way down both sides. Do you think you can do that?” She asked.

“I am more than happy to try. I have never shaved a woman, and apologize in advance if I nick you.” Joe replied, not quite believing what was being requested if him.

“I'm sure you'll do fine.” Sarah said. “I've nicked myself many times before. I’m not worried.”

Joe proceeded to shave as Sarah had instructed. The angle was a little awkward at first, but eventually he found a position that worked well. He worked up the nerve to slide his fingers along her skin, checking to see if he had missed any hairs. He worked up and down the valley at the top of her inner thighs. Then he moved along the outside of her labia majora. Along with using his fingers to find missed hairs, Joe also used his fingers to push and pull her labia, stretching it into a more flat surface for better razor contact. He found a few hairs that were growing from just inside the labia majora so he made a few trips up and down there too. As he pushed aside her labia minora Sarah let out an audible sigh.

“You're doing great.” She said. “This feels better than I expected.”

Joe looked up at her, just peering over her tummy. He smiled and then returned to his task. He was enjoying this immensely, and so was his hardening cock.

When Joe felt he was done with that side he ran his fingers up and down a few times following the natural folds of her pussy lips. It was all deliciously smooth with no hair to be found.

Sarah put her foot down and returned to the sower water briefly to warm herself. She applied more body wash soap to where she could reach, and then positioned herself in front of Joe with her other foot up.

Joe proceeded to shave the other side completely smooth, and again he took his time checking and re-checking his handy work.

“My husband likes it when I shave above my clit just enough to trace the tip of his tongue from one side to the other.” Sarah explained. “And while I could reach this, it is hard for me to see what I'm doing. Can you do that part too?”

“I think so.” Joe agreed. The truth was, Joe would have done absolutely anything that Sarah had requested of him at that moment.

Joe shaved just above her clit, smoothing a narrow path so that her vulva was now bare and exposed. Sarah still had a full patch of pubic hair covering the rest of her mons pubis. Joe loved the final look. Sarah ran her hands down thru her pubic hair and stroked her fingers along the folds of her labia.

“I must say, you did a very good job.” Sarah continued to slide her fingers up and down, exploring all the ridges and valleys of her vulva. “I hate to steal credit for your good work, but we should probably get a couple shots of me at least pretending to shave myself.” She winked at Joe, causing his cock to jump again.

Joe picked up his camera and took some pictures of Sarah all lathered with soap bubbles, and some of her clearing them away to expose bare skin. In the finished book, no one would be able to tell her pussy lips were already as smooth from his help.

Sarah finished her shower and dried off. Joe continued to photograph her, enjoying her comfort with being completely nude in front of him. She hung her towel up and stood at the sink looking in the mirror and brushing her hair. Joe captured the way her tummy touched the edge of the counter as she leaned in towards the mirror. He was careful not to catch his own reflection in the shots.

Sarah moved back to the bedroom and started looking thru her dresser and closet for something to wear. Joe couldn't tell if she was truly having a hard time deciding, taking extra time to give him more opportunities to shoot, or if she was just enjoying parading around naked in front of him. It was clear that Joe found her attractive, but he was doing a very good job of keeping his relationship professional. That is, if one could still call shaving a client’s pussy “keeping it professional.”

After five minutes of searching she turned to Joe and asked, “Shall I get dressed now?” She smiled a naughty grin and winked.

“Well…” Joe responded, “...there is no need to rush, but it's up to you.”

Very diplomatic, Joe thought to himself. Probably better that blurting right out what he was really thinking, which was that he wanted to bury his tongue and then his cock into her smooth wet cunt.

Sarah pulled down a skirt and shirt from a hook behind the door. The skirt had a small flower print, came to about the middle of her thigh, and was pleated. She wrapped it around her waist (below her tummy), and tied it on the side. She put on a bright yellow bra with demi-cups that left her nipples exposed facing straight ahead. Then the shirt went on. It was a white sleeveless tank top that buttoned down the front and had very small eyelets cut into it. The bright yellow bra could be seen thru the thin fabric and the eyelets. She slipped on some flip-flops and turned to Joe.

“I'm ready. We're off to the farmers market.” Sarah winked at Joe.

No panties, Joe thought to himself. Just the way I like ’em.