She looks in her wardrobe.

Camille frowns at her reflection, almost as it is a real person.

"Fine. No more shopping."

She opens the drawer where she put all her underware and starts to look for something that would look new to her husband.

"Well, at least we are well supplied."

Looking in the overflowing drawer she notices several pieces she doesn't remember to have.

"When did we buy this one? And this? Oh and this ... this looks perfect." She exclaims with a pearl white, see through panties in her hand.

Camille is in fact an handbook case of shopaholism. She did buy all that stuff by herself, she just dosen't rember half of it.

"There is at least half a dozen of sets here that i have never seen before. I have to try them on to decide..."

"But i feel like i have sand everywere, better take as shower first."

She gathers a few sets of underware and moves to the large bathroom communicating with their room.

"No time for the jacuzzi, just a quick shower." She sighs dropping her unmentioable on a large drawer and turning opening the water.

The bathroom is really something.
Covered completely with turquosie majolica fom wall to wall, even inside the shower box, it has a jacuzzi and two sinks, one next to the other.
Camille loved this luxury from the first moment they got here.

She takes off her all her jewlry and her bikini, before quickly enterning the shower.
The cold water makes her wince, her hand glides on her body, washing away the sand.
Her hands move down her naturally flat belly, reaching down to her crotch.

"Maybe i could shave it all. Jan will love it." She thinks, indulging a bit with her fingers on her hairy mound.

She finds herself surpisingly aroused by the idea of shaving herself completely.
The fact that she didn't let her husband have sex with her last night has probably something to do with it.
They did it every night since they got here and even on a couple of afternoons.
But she was so angry, she had to make a point.

She darts out form the shower to grab his husband's shaving cream and a razor from the sink, dripping water all down the turquoise floor, and quickly returns to the shower.
She shakes the can energically and the sprays it directly on her crotch.
The fresh sensation of the cream on her pussy send a shiver down her spine.

She carefully presses the razor near her sensible petals, streching slighlty her skin with her other hand.
Millimiter after millimiter, she slowly moves the razor removing her trimmed bush with few slow shaves.

"No turning back now." She moans pressing the showerhead against her freshly shaved, sensitive skin for more than she intended.

"This is so hot. I wonder why i didn't do it before ..." She adds struggling with the desire to bury her hand bewteen her thighs and rub herself to a solitary moment of pleasure.

"Oh get a grip, Camille! You didn't come all the way to here to this paradise to masturbate by yourself in the shower." She grunts in frustration.

"Save it for Jan, you little slut." She snikers exiting the shower still dripping.

The breeze coming from the open window chills her hot skin an instant.
She grabs a fine soft towel and slowly starts to rub her body with it while watching herself in the mirror.

"I look like a child. Jan better like it." She giggles, gently caressing her bald mound.

"We'll have time for makeup and coiffeur later. Time see how these fit me" She declares giving an dubious glance to the drenched red mass of her hair glued to her skin.

After gathering them in a bun, she wraps another towel around her head and grabs one of the sets of lingerie she had brought with her in the bathroom.