It was early September when I had just finished school and was traveling around Portugal by car with some friends. I had just turned 20 and was still single. After two weeks on spartan campsites we had rented a spacious room in the capital to relax the last days and explore the city.
At that time I was a rather shy girl with dark hair and blue eyes. I was not exactly athletic, but still had a slim figure. I was particularly proud of my well-shaped C-cup breasts of which, mostly hidden under wide sweaters, almost no one knew.
One afternoon my travel companions had left for the city to go shopping. Since I was still tired from the exertions of the past weeks, I decided to stay in the room and relax a bit.
So I watched some TV, read in my book and finally decided to catch up on the neglected body care. I entered the luxurious bathroom, took off my sweaty clothes and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I had not shaved for weeks.