The Ad

"Wanted: Clean gal with shaven pussy, who wants to be licked by another woman."

Karen was flipping through the magazine when this ad caught her attention. It almost leapt right out at her. "What an odd ad," she thought. She shook her head and started flipping through the pages again. But darn, that ad kept popping back into her mind. She couldn't help it. She had always wanted to have her pussy licked by another woman, but she just didn't have the nerve to go and ask. How did you ask someone to do something like that anyway? She couldn't even begin to imagine. 

The more Karen tried to concentrate on the rest of the magazine, the more her mind kept going back to the ad. She could almost feel her pussy being licked as she sat there. She started squirming in her seat. She adjusted herself, shifted in her seat, and tried to read again. Ok, this wasn't going to work. She was more than intrigued. Flipping back through the pages of the magazine, she went back to the ad. There was nothing else there but a phone number. She reached into her purse, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, and jotted the number down. "Just in case," she thought. "Just in case of what?" she wondered.

Karen had been riding the bus on her way to work when she picked up the magazine that had been left by someone. It was sitting on the seat next to her, so she decided to flip through it while waiting for her stop. Almost missing her stop completely, she suddenly came out of her thoughts and grabbed the cord above her. With a quick yank, the bus driver was alerted to her stop. She got off and went into her office building to begin her day. Try as hard as she might, Karen could not get her mind off of the ad in the magazine. All day long she thought about it, and her mind was occupied by it. Several times, she almost missed some important paperwork that needed to be finished because of it. "I definitely need to get a grip," she thought. "Thankfully it's Friday."

After work, Karen arrived home, slipped off her shoes, and sat on the couch. With a loud sigh, she reached into her purse and pulled out the paper with the number on it from the ad. She wondered if she could get up her nerve to call. She realized that if she didn't, this thing would drive her nuts all weekend. She couldn't afford another day at work with her mind elsewhere. "Heck, it's not like they can see me over the phone," she thought, "I can always hang up, and that will be the end of that."

Finally getting up her nerve, Karen grabbed the phone and dialed the number. Her heart started beating faster and she suddenly felt nervous. She almost hung up, but right as she was getting ready to, she heard a voice come on the line. "Hello?" said the voice. "Ummm.. Hi," said Karen. "I... uh... I'm calling about. Well, I saw your, um... ad." "Oh, hi," said the woman on the other name. "Are you interested?" "Well, yeah," answered Karen, "but I have to be honest. I've never done anything like this before... but I just can't get this ad out of my mind." "Well, my name is Stacy," said the woman on the phone. What's yours?" "Karen," said Karen. "Well," said Stacy, "it's like this. I've never been with another woman, but I've alway been intrigued with it. I'm always drawn to movies and pictures involving lesbians. I want to know what it's like to lick another pussy. It's been driving me crazy wanting to know. I know it sounds strange. I just can't go and ask a friend or something. They'd think I was insane. The only other thing I could think of doing was putting that ad in the magazine. What do you think?" "Well," said Karen, "I'm kind of in the same boat. I've always been intrigued also, but never tried it. So this would be a first for me too." Stacy was silent for a moment, and Karen was almost afraid she had hung up. "If you're up to it, so am I," said Stacy. "How about coming over this evening?" Karen agreed and got the address. They hung up.

Karen sat there for a moment wondering what in the heck she had gotten herself into. There was no backing out now though. Her pussy was tingling just at the mere thought of the whole thing. "Well, I guess I'd better get ready," she thought. She went into her room and stipped off her clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pretty satisified at what she saw there. She had a decent figure, and large breasts. They were firm and taut, and her nipples had a natural erectness to them. She let her gaze wander down to her pussy. It was covered with dense brown hair. She knew that she had to get rid of that. The ad in the magazine specifically said "shaven pussy." Karen climed in the tub and started the water. There was a seat in the back corner of the tub, and her showerhead had a hose on it. She washed herself thoroughly, and used her favorite shampoo that left a clean honey scent in her hair. Once she was washed, she grabbed her razor and some shaving cream and sat on the seat in the shower. Spreading her legs, she put a foot on each side of the tub. Grabbing the hose, she turned the showerhead towards her pussy. The water pulsed out and hit her hairy lips and exosed labia, sending a shiver through her. She was so turned on about the prospects of later on, that her pussy was on edge already. She didn't want to have an orgasm though. She wanted to save it all up for later. She squirted the shaving cream in her hand and rubbed it into her pussy hair. "Damn," she thought as her pussy tingled again, "this is going to be hard." She brought the razor to her lips and began shaving. Finally satisfied that her pussy was completely free of hair, she rinsed herself. It was all she could do to not plunge her fingers inside of her wet slit and bring herself to an orgasm. 

Karen got carefully dressed. She put on a black lace bra, a matching garter, and a pair of stockings. She decided to not wear any panties. She completed her outfit with a white see-thru blouse, a black mini-skirt, and a sexy pair of black high heels. She looked in the mirror and swept her brown hair up into a clip. She put a touch of smokey grey mascara over her blue eyes, touched on a little lipstick, and felt like she was as ready as she was going to be.