Shaved Filou
While Seven was still singing – more Christmas carols with slightly different lyrics – the helpers started to serve drinks. Bea and Timm looked at the now well-lit boxes. Couples were still fucking in some of them, but the most striking was the dark-skinned beauty who wasn’t having sex. She was dancing naked in front of her husband, who was probably a few decades her senior. Bea estimated her to be around her own age, mid-30s, but the man was at least 40, more likely 50 years older than her.
Bea and Timm spoke with Andrea and Frank. They were sad that they would be leaving tonight. Well, unlike Timm and her, they didn’t have to fly across the country, they lived just about 100 km north of Berlin – as they put it, “at the end of the world”. They decided to stay in touch anyway, and Andrea said: “The best time to visit us is in the summer. We live in an old farmhouse, far from the next village. I often walk around naked for days, like here”.
Frank corrected: “No, never as naked as today. You always had hair on your body. You were very ‘natural’.” Andrea laughed, “That’s right! But that will change next summer! I think I’ll put up some new signs. You know, I’ve put some around our ground saying it’s a nudist village and asking everyone to take their clothes off, especially if there are other naked people around. And some people really undressed! Now I will replace them with new ones: ‘This is a hair free area. Anybody with hair will be shaved’. Anyway, come and visit us sometime, you can sunbathe here without bikini strips”.
Bea and Timm promised to come. Then, the dark-skinned beauty walked past the four of them and Bea decided to follow her. She was probably going to the bathroom and Bea needed to go there anyway.
When they arrived at the toilet, Bea had almost caught up with her and was surprised: there was a sign outside the toilet saying that you were only allowed to enter the toilet naked and without shoes. The dark-skinned beauty looked at her: “You look suprised. Did you’ve never been to the toilet here before?” Bea shook her head: “No, this is only the second time we’ve been here.” The dark-skinned beauty raised her almost non existing eyebrow: “Oh, and then already hair-free! That’s cool! It took me three visits before I dared. I’m Edom, by the way.” Bea smiled: “I’m Bea.”
After she had taken off her shoes, they went in naked. It was a very modern toilet, and Bea laughed at the shaving kit waiting for them: “I don’t think we’ll need it for now. You opted for the cream too, didn’t you?” Edom touched her head: “Yes, exactly. If you’re going to go hair-free, then do it properly. Then let’s try the toilets for ‘hair-free women’. I don’t know them yet.”
Bea was surprised again: There were indeed two types of toilets: smaller cubicles marked “with hair” and larger ones marked “for hair-free women only”. They entered their cubicles, closed the doors and … did their business as you would expect. “So why this distinction?”, Bea wondered.
As she wanted to get up, she noticed the first difference to “normal” toilets: no toilet paper. “Great,” she thought, and stood up. The toilet flushed by itself. “Hmm, you could have thought of that earlier. It flushes when you get up. Practical.” But the toilet continued to surprise Bea. At that moment, several shower heads started up – in the ceiling, walls and floor, and cleaned Bea completely with pleasantly warm water. The water ran for a few moments and then stopped again. Completely wet but well cleaned, Bea walked out of the cubicle and heard that Edom had also just been completely showered.
Bea looked around and found a pile of shower towels, she took two, but already noticed a big advantage of being hairless. She was practically dry already! In the warm, dry air, the water was practically all gone. Edom came out of the cubicle: “That’s really cool. I don’t like toilet paper at all and prefer to wash myself off. But a shower from all sides is crazy.” Bea grinned at her: “It was funny too. But there’s something even better. Imagine if you still had your afro on your head.” – “That’s right, it would drip for a long time.” Bea handed her one of the towels: “I don’t know if you need it. We’re quick-drying now.” They both laughed out loud, and then they went back to the others, where Andrea and Frank were just saying goodbye.
Timm and Bea then followed Edom and were introduced to Friedrich, who was delighted, but shortly afterwards urged them to leave: “You know, I’m a bit older and getting tired. But what do you say we meet tomorrow afternoon? We’ll have lunch and then go shopping. Edom mentioned earlier that there would be some Christmas offers tomorrow at one of her favorite designers. Maybe there’ll be something for you too. It should be fun to see two hairless beauties trying out skintight dresses.”
The two of them left and Bea gave Timm a long kiss. She sincerely hoped that this love would last a long time. And Timm confirmed her hope: “We’ve only been together for two days now and I think it will last forever.” Bea smiled at him: “Yes, it will.” And they kissed again, and again.
They were interrupted in their togetherness by Seven of Nine and T’Pol, who were suddenly standing next to them: “Hello you two, we didn’t want to disturb you, but … you’ve been kissing for an hour now and we should call it a day.” Bea looked at Seven: “Oh, really, we’ve been kissing for an hour?” T’Pol nodded, “Yes, indeed. To be precise: 1 hour, 7 minutes and 28 seconds. This really is your second time here today?”
Timm nodded: “Yes, we’re from the other end of the Republic and didn’t know your theater before.” Bea confirmed him: “Yes, and we really like it. Do you have many guests like us?” T’Pol raised her eyebrow: “Who have their hair completely removed by the second visit? You’re probably the first. But it was really worth it. Please, never let it grow again. We generally have a few regulars, you can recognize them by their short hair. A few also come from further afield, so they’re here less often, but mostly for both the Friday and Saturday performances. Every now and then there are also a few tourists. But to be honest, the theater only works because we are 10 women and 4 men who don’t want to have hair. It is more a hobby than a business. We all have ‘normal’ jobs.”
Timm asked: “You two are also cosplayers, your Borg implant and your Vulcan ears look totally cool.” Seven grinned, “Yeah, that’s our other hobby. We’re also known in the cosplay community as the lesbian couple from Star Trek. Although hardly anyone there knows that we’re totally hair-free.” Bea exchanged addresses with the two, she really liked the couple. And she also agreed with Timm that they were kind of cute.
Then they went to the hotel and it was a long time before they both fell asleep – Timm was too busy stroking his girlfriend’s bare head.
They woke up late the next morning; they were due to meet Edom and Friedrich in two hours’ time. So they decided to skip breakfast and go for an early morning fuck in the hotel instead. At some point, Bea looked out of bed through the balcony door: “Look, the sun is shining and there’s still snow. Let’s see how warm it is out there.” Naked as she was, she went to the balcony door and opened it. The sun fell on her and Timm looked in love with this woman standing there in the warmth of the sun.
Then Bea did something crazy: she put on her boots and went out onto the balcony naked. Timm also got up and quickly put on his shoes, then he also went out onto the balcony. They would be able to see her from below, but nobody knew her here. The air was cold, but the sun was very warm. And when Bea turned to him, her nipples were standing out. She grinned at him and hugged him: “I’d love to have sex with you here on the balcony right now.” His cock pressed against her stomach and Bea grinned even more: “And you’d like it too. What do you think, if I stand on the railing, will you…?”
She leaned against the railing, stood with her legs apart and presented her naked pussy to Timm. And he penetrated her directly, slowly increasing his strokes. Bea looked down at the street and spotted a woman looking up. Dressed all in black, with a cap on her head. She didn’t see any hair. Bea straightened up a little so that she could see her breasts. Somehow she liked the idea that somebody watched them having sex. She straightened up a little further to make out with Timm. Then she looked back at the woman on the street and realized that she had put a hand down her pants. Apparently she liked what she saw.
But after a while and a loud orgasm, they had to leave, got dressed and went to the lobby, where Timm ordered a cab. The short-haired receptionist smiled at Bea: “Thanks for the show, I could see everything from downstairs.” Bea grinned back: “You’re welcome to watch us. Maybe again later?”
Then they drove to the restaurant where Friedrich and Edom had just arrived. Bea hugged Edom and gave her two kisses: “You have very similar tastes to me!” In fact, she was also wearing a short dress under her coat. The meal was great, and Friedrich was a great host. Then they went shopping and ended up in a boutique of a well-known knitwear manufacturer. Bea was too happy to try on the very figure-hugging dresses and was all the more surprised when Friedirch gave her three of the dresses. He simply said: “It always makes me happy when a woman with your figure wears a dress like this. Edom and you look great in it.”
The branch manager approached them: “Would you both have a moment? I’d like to ask for your help.” Bea looked at her: “Yes, what is it about?”
The branch manager, a lady in the late 40s, showed them a black catsuit: “It’s about the following: We still have a lot of catsuits with sewn-in high heels in stock that nobody wants to buy. We don’t even have pictures of them, and you can’t put them on any mannequins because the shoes are sewn in. Last week, one of our sales assistants wore one for two days and the sales figures went up immediately. Unfortunately, only this one saleswoman is slim enough and exhibitionist enough to cut a good figure in the catsuit. We have a little photo studio at the back and I would ask them both to put on the catsuit and pose for a few pictures. It would look so great, they are both so slim and your heads would add a special touch to the pictures.”
Bea looked at Edom: “I don’t know, we could try the catsuits on.” The manager sensed her chance: “You can keep the catsuits afterwards!”
So the two of them undressed completely and then each put on one of the catsuits. Bea in a dark anthracite, Edom in a creamy white. The colors were a great contrast to their heads. But Bea almost despaired at the task: “How do you put on this catsuit? Sure, you can’t wear anything underneath, it’s so tight-fitting that it has to be worn on bare skin. There are no zippers, which I think is great. But I can’t get my legs through the super-tight neckline.”
The saleswoman nodded: “Yes, that is indeed not possible. But it is possible through the openings for the arms. The sides are cut out wide enough so you can slip into it. I agree with you about the neckline, it is very tight. But that’s also what makes the catsuit look good. The colleague who wore it last week was also a bit upset about the neckline. She wears her hair in a pixie, and a lot of hair got caught in the collar when she put it on and took it off.”
Edom grinned broadly, she had just squeezed her head through the neckline: “No problem for me! I think the recommended hairstyle for this catsuit is mine!” Bea was also ready to squeeze her head through the small neckline. She continued Edom’s train of thought: “Yes, and if you don’t have it yet, the catsuit will pull out a few hairs every time you wear it, so you’ll be rid of your hair after 10-11 times.” The saleswoman laughed and showed them a picture of her colleague who had worn the catsuit in the store. Her pixie was very short, and if it was still caught in the collar, Edom’s assessment was probably correct. The saleswoman said: “You’ll laugh, we always get a few hints about how customers should look for certain products. For the catsuit, the instructions said: Very slim, sporty, very short-haired.”
Then another of the sales assistants came in, a somewhat corpulent but cheerful-looking woman: “Please wait a minute, I’d like to do some extravagant make-up for you.” Bea and Edom were amazed when they saw themselves in the mirror. The saleswoman seemed to be a real professional and conjured up a make-up look on their faces that reached as far as their hairless heads. It just looked great.
They were happy to pose for the photos and some great shots were taken. The manager was overjoyed and Edom asked to receive the pictures too. She was only too happy to send them the pictures. When Bea wanted to take off the catsuit, Friedrich stopped her: “Please, give an old lover of erotic art a few more moments of this great sight. Let’s walk through the mall and see how many people stop to look at Bea and Edom. Especially with that great make-up, the two of them are a work of art.”
Edom smiled and looked at Bea: “That would be great! You know, Friedrich, I love showing myself off in public. Bea, please join me. We’ll walk through the Mall hand in hand and look at the shop windows.” Bea kind of liked the idea. Daring, but good. Edom and herself almost looked like women from outer space in the catsuits. She looked at Timm, who also thought the idea was great and was already asking if he could borrow the camera.
So Edom and Bea walked through the mall hand in hand, followed by Friedrich, Timm and a sales clerk from the store, who gave every woman who looked at them for more than a few seconds a business card from the store. Usually with a note: “We also have things where you can keep your hair.”
Bea and Edom enjoyed the attention and posed for Timm. Then they also took photos with girls they met. They had the most fun taking a photo with a long-haired blonde who wanted to be photographed with them in jeans and a thick woolen sweater. Bea sent the sales clerk to fetch two large pairs of scissors. Edom and her then stood with their legs out to the left and right of the blonde standing between them and pretended to cut off her hair.
The blonde thanked them and sent the photo to her friends with the text “Where did I end up?”. Edom looked her in the eye: “If you want, we can take another photo. They probably have a catsuit in your size, and we can help you with your hair too.” – “I don’t know, just for effect?” – “Not for that, of course, it’s more about getting rid of the old tangles in your life. Think about it and get in touch with me.”
After their long tour of the Mall, Friedrich was visibly tired. Edom urged them to leave and they simply kept the catsuits on. The sales clerks packed their clothes and new acquisitions into two bags and promised to send them the pictures as soon as possible.
Then, they had to say goodbye, promising to see each other again soon. Edom and Friedrich took a cab home, while Bea wondered whether they should take the subway. Unfortunately, it was already quite late, the snow had started to fall again, so they decided against it. They also took a cab back to the hotel.
During the journey, Bea remembered that she had promised the receptionist that she could watch again. She told Timm about it and he grinned at her: “If she’s still at reception, why don’t you order something to the room and tell her what to expect there?” Bea grinned broadly: “Oh yes. Can you take my coat, please? I want to stand in front of her practically naked, wearing just one piece of clothing.”
The hotel lobby was empty so close to Christmas and there was only a long-haired woman with black, oily hair at reception. Bea was already a bit worried, but then the short-haired woman from the morning came out of the office and stood at the second counter. She immediately marched up to her and the receptionist was visibly taken with her outfit.
Standing in front of the counter, Bea leaned towards her and spoke so quietly that the other receptionist couldn’t understand: “I promised you that you could watch. Why don’t you come to our suite in 10 minutes and bring us a bottle of champagne? But don’t wear more clothes than me. But don’t bring your colleague, she has too much cabbage on her head. We’d have to unpack the hedge trimmers first.”
Timm waited for her at the elevator and they hurried to her suite and kissed long and passionately. Bea was glued to Timm’s lips the whole time as she freed him from his clothes. Finally, he stood before her naked and with an erect cock. Bea knelt down in front of him and put his huge cock straight into her mouth. She sucked and licked his cock with relish and smacking her lips.
Bea peeled herself out of her catsuit and stood naked in the suite like Timm. The doorbell rang. Bea eagerly opened the door and looked into the eyes of the short haired receptionist . The two women smiled at each other. She looked Bea over from head to toe and raised her eyebrows in approval. And Bea also eyed the girl up and down. She had already noticed her platinum blonde buzzcut this morning, but now she was wearing a black service dress instead of the trouser suit. Her matching pumps were almost high heels.
Bea invited her in: “Hello Nadja, why don’t you come in?” She looked at her head, how much better it would look if there was no more hair. When she reached the living area, she saw Timm lying on the bed with his erect penis. But she didn’t let herself be disturbed and poured the two glasses of champagne. She wished him a good night’s sleep, but Bea was already behind her.
She undid the zipper on her dress, which then fell to the floor. Bea and Timm were treated to a fantastic sight, the sight of a beautiful woman with a flawless body standing naked in front of them, dressed only in black high-heeled pumps.
Bea liked what she saw, except for that unkempt weed between her legs. She looked at Timm and said: “Don’t you think we have a right to see a bit more? This is the second time Nadja has seen us naked today.” Timm nodded: “Yes, I think so, and you seem to have enjoyed it.” Nadja nodded and confessed that the fuck on the balcony had totally flashed her. Bea’s promise to watch again had kept her busy all day. And the invitation had totally surprised her and she was only too happy to come – after all, there were only two other couples besides Bea and him before the Christmas break tomorrow, so she could look after them personally.
Bea replied that she had found it very arousing that she watched her while they were fucking and that she became even hornier when she realized that Nadja was playing with herself. Timm’s boner stood out stiffly from his body during the whole conversation and Nadja said that such a huge cock urgently certainly needs attention and that she was very horny to watch this spectacle.
But Bea pointed to her hairy pussy: “Hold on, before I let Timm fuck me in front of you, I want your skin to be just as smooth as mine!”. Nadja paused for a second and then nodded: “OK, I’ve always wanted to shave my pussy, but I’ve never dared. But now is the right time, after all I want to offer you something too!”
Bea pulled Timm and Nadja into the bathroom and grabbed the shaving foam and the Ladyshaver: “I wasn’t just thinking about your pussy. This is a hair-free zone, if you don’t storm out of the room now, you’ll leave here as hair-free as Timm and I.” Nadja grinned broadly: “I knew you meant completely hair-free. And of course you can make me hair-free, otherwise I wouldn’t have come here.”
So there was a huge foam fight and Bea worked her way up from the outside. First she shaved away some of the hair on her legs, then she shaved Nadja’s armpits. This was followed by a long session on Nadja’s pussy, which ended in Nadja’s first orgasm. But Bea was unstoppable, she continued directly on her head and scraped the platinum blonde hair from Nadja’s head. And finally, two quick strokes with the razor removed Nadja’s eyebrows before she turned on the shower and rinsed all the hair away.
Nadja looked at herself in the mirror: “Wow, I’ve never been this naked before! I’ve cut my hair shorter and shorter over the last few months, but this is a completely different story. This really is a Christmas surprise.” – “I think your partner will love it too.” – “I don’t have anyone. But maybe that will change now. My hairstyle is definitely eye-catching enough.” Then Bea led Nadja to the bed: “Let me show you something else that only women without hair can do.
Bea placed Nadja at the head of the bed and teased her with her fingers and a few kisses. Then she slid lower and started rubbing her head against Nadja’s pussy. She turned so that Timm could see her naked pussy, and of course he didn’t have to be asked twice. So Nadja could see Timm ramming his cock into Bea’s pussy, and she could feel his thrusts being passed through Bea’s head to her pussy. It was so hot that Nadja came straight away and spread a large amount of horny slime on Bea’s head.
But Bea needed more: she pushed Timm down on the bed and began a wild ride on his cock while she placed Nadja’s pussy over Timm’s face so that he eat her out. Then her eyes fell on the mirror, which allowed her to see the small corridor leading to the door. She paused and slowed down her ride to get a better look. Sure enough, the second receptionist was standing there and had already slipped her hand under her dress.
Bea slowed down further and their eyes met. Bea grinned: “Timm, look. Another spectator! What do you think, can she come closer too?” Nadja had taken her cunt away from Timm’s face and knelt next to him so that Timm could also look at the small corridor: “Of course! I think we should know who wants to watch us fuck.” Smiling, the two turned to the receptionist. She was not at all embarrassed and immediately introduced herself. Her name was Anja. She was 22 years old and was working here to finance her studies – basically just like Nadja.
Bea smiled at her: “You know, we like it when people watch us. But look at Nadja, if you want to stay, you’ll have to show us a bit more naked skin.” So Anja undressed too. She hastily opened her dress, which fell to the floor after a few buttons. Anja had also completely dispensed with underwear, but she seemed to like the “natural” look even more than Nadja: when she took her serving cap off her head, her hair opened up and showed an unattractive picture.
They seemed to have been cut for the last time many years ago and hair care was not Anja’s biggest hobby. Her pussy was hidden behind a thick undergrowth, and dark tufts of wool under her arms showed that she probably didn’t wear off-the-shoulder tops in summer. Bea didn’t like the look at all: “Before you can take part in our game, there’s one more thing we have to make sure: I want your skin to be as smooth as mine!”.
Anja paused: “You mean…” Bea stroked her head and guided Anja’s hand over her stomach, her pussy and finally onto her head: “Look at Timm, look at Nadja, look at me. I mean, the three of us are now going to free you from this partially matted fur. Of course you can leave now, but if you stay, you’ll show all the hotel guests a naked, hairless head when you check out tomorrow. And I promise you one thing: you’ll like it so much that you’ll stay that way. Without wool under your arms and undergrowth in front of your pussy. Completely hairless.”
Anja was torn. On the one hand, she was really keen to take part in this sex party. She hadn’t had any real sex for years, apparently no other woman apart from her last girlfriend was into her natural look. But then the other extreme? Nadja’s extreme look also looked brilliant. But: Shaving? With a razor? Everywhere? Then she felt Bea pushing a little next to her: “I think you want to stay. Come on, get rid of the wool. I have the perfect remedy for you.”
Timm and Bea each took one of the cans and spread the foam on Anja. Nadja helped them and carefully rubbed the foam into her matted hair. She grinned: “Anja, feel your hair. You can feel how it dissolves! We need some of that foam.” Indeed, Anja’s matted mane slowly dripped into the large shower, along with the balls of wool under her arms and the wire tangle in front of her pussy.
After a few minutes of lathering, during which Bea fingered Anja from a bit, large parts of Anja’s head were already smooth and hair-free. Bea turned on the large rain shower and the water rinsed away the remains of the foam and all the hair that was still visible. Anja, who had just been a slender woman under a tent of hair, was now as smooth and hair-free as the others and fingered her head in disbelief: “They’re really gone. Completely! Without a pair of scissors, without a razor! Gone! You wouldn’t believe how happy that makes me.”
And Anja continued: “This foam is brilliant! My legs are as smooth as I’ve always wanted them to be! My armpits look totally great! I would love to wear something sleeveless tomorrow! And my head… yes, it’s extreme! But I actually like standing between you like this!”
Nadja hugged Anja: “Come on, I’ll show you something I’ve just learned. There’s something that only hair-free women can do.” And so began a second round, at the end of which Bea and Timm lay alone in bed, naked and very tired. Nadja and Anja had noticed that they were both tired and had gone back to reception. Even though no more guests were expected, they shouldn’t stay out too long – or so they said. But Timm suspected that they probably wanted to carry on in the office behind reception.
The two of them lay full of slime and sperm in their bed and cuddled. Bea wondered whether they would eat out another woman together more often. She asked Timm and he replied: “Only if they have your hairstyle.”
Bea liked the idea: “Yes, let’s fuck a hair-free path in the long manes of our friends.”
