To the gym

With a surge of determination coursing through her Sarah walks confidently along with John by her side. She turns her head back to quickly call out, “Ashley could you take my backpack to the dorm? Thanks so much. I’ll see you there later,” before her friends are out of ear shot.

John’s pace is quick. He seems very eager to get on with it and soon they enter Cord Gym through a side door. They’re in the hallway just off the basketball courts. The air is filled with the sound of squeaking sneakers and dribbling balls.

Are they still practising? If they are then maybe we can be in and out quickly before anyone sees me. Not that there’s any reason to be ashamed of your own body, she reminds herself.

But her hopes are dashed when they enter the Mens locker room and see several athletes are already there. The conversations come to a halt as one by one they all take notice of the bare chested woman standing in front of them. It’s doubtful any notice John. Sarah, still charged with a defiant spirit, asks them, “What’s the matter? Never seen a liberated woman before?”

The young men look to one another. They seem very unsure what any of this means. But as John speaks they all seem to relax, as though his words cast a spell to make all of this seem normal.

“What she means fellas...” and then he turns to her, “Not that I want to speak for you or mansplain it or anything like that... is that Sarah here has decided to take control of her own bodily autonomy by removing all her hair below the neck. Right?”

He looks to her for agreement and she responds, “That’s it exactly. And John here has offered to help me do it safely. But since I don’t normally do this and don’t own a razor or anything, he thought you might be able to offer up any... supplies we’ll need.”

Very quickly there are volunteers opening up their lockers and producing several options of razors, shaving creams, and even electric clippers. John selects several of the offerings and then starts to undress.

“It’s easier if we do this in the showers,” he explains. “And I don’t want to get my clothes wet.”

As he strips down to the buff Sarah can’t help but notice that his body is perfect. She can’t quite put her finger on it but something about his shape, his size, his proportions, they are all exactly right. They are ideal.

And that includes his genitals.

As someone who likes dicks as much as she likes like pussies, that’s the best looking body I’ve ever seen.

This thought distracts her as she pulls off her shoes, socks, tight jeans, and bikini cut underwear. She places them all neatly in a pile at the bottom of an available locker, carefully folding the teal and black polka dotted panties on top. Then she confidently walks past all the men staring at her swaying breasts, ginger bush, and firm butt. She seems oblivious to the fact that there are now twice as many men in the locker room since more keep walking in and none seem interested in leaving.

Joining John in the open showers she hands herself over to his care. “Arms up and legs apart,” he says. Sarah puts her hands on her head and takes a wide stance. He makes quick work with the clippers, leaving her with only short fuzz under her arms and over her mound. In truth her hair has always been fine and sparse, so there isn’t all that much to begin with. Then he sprays shaving cream into his hand and spreads it over her armpits.

She squirms a little when he touches her there, giggling at the ticklish sensation.

Fuck! Don’t giggle. This isn’t for fun. It’s for freedom. It’s serious business.

But worse than that, she gasps when his hand caresses her pussy. The thrilling touch makes her heart pound. She almost wants to tell him to do more but he’s already moved onto her legs, covering them both in white foam. Then the razor comes out and, thinking of safety, she stands perfectly still as he removes the rest of her body hair.

As much as she hates to admit it there is something nice about having someone do this for her. The intimacy not only of having her body on display, and having him in close contact, but with allowing him to make a change in the way she looks. In the way she feels. Little by little the creamy white covering disappears to reveal her pale skin underneath. Sarah has always liked the look of her skin even if she can never really get a tan. Despite some people describing it as porcelain she’s never likes associated with something so fragile. She doesn’t need to be treated gently. She isn’t so easily damaged.

Still, it is nice to have him treat me so delicately.

Time stops meaning anything as she patiently watches John go about his work. She adores the way he makes small, careful movements along her pussy lips. He even kneels at her feet and gently lifts each one in turn to make sure he can get the best angle on her legs. But then it’s over. John stands up again and leads Sarah under the shower head. She rinses off and runs her hands over her body. It’s like touching it for the first time.

“Wow. It’s so soft. It tingles.” Her words are so quiet they can hardly be heard over the running water.