My Grandmother

When I was about fifteen, I happened to walk into my grandmother’s house, and she was standing in the living room talking on her phone, and she was nude. She just looked at me, obviously not expecting me to be there. Not that she looked particularly embarrassed. She just sort of smiled and rolled her eyes over the ongoing phone conversation. I guess she figured that it was too late to dash away or try to cover up somehow, so she just stood there and finished the conversation.
When she was done about a minute later, she just sort of smiled at me again, then in somewhat modest way said, “Yes. I know … I’m very hairy down there.”
I could see that she was. She had a lot of pubic hair which was sort of sandy colored. I just smiled back and she went off and came back with some clothes on a few minutes later.
I will always remember that because she was so cool about the whole thing, and it was kind of neat getting to see her without clothes without it being a big deal.