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Love of Hair
By
Jan
I live in Cardiff by the Sea, California, just north of San Elijo Lagoon. I bought an old apartment that had been sold as a condo, not far from the wooden staircase down the bluff to the beach. There is no river cutting through the 100 foot bluff like there is in the city of Encinitas just north of us.
I don't like to go to the beach during the summer when so many tourists flock to the San Diego beaches. I prefer to frequent the beach during the offseason, when the children are in school. I have my own business that allows me to come in late. My presence only requires me to supervise and lay out the next day's assignments, while looking at the long term quotas. That allows me to sun bath during the morning hours on the beach. I carry my beach chair, towels, I-pod, large brimmed hat and a couple of books down to the beach to absorb a little sun.
The beaches in northern San Diego are built up during the spring and summer by gentle waves and eroded during the winter by the storm driven high waves that scour the sand out, and carry the sand to the off sore deep trenches. That leaves behind the granitic rocks worn round and slightly flat exposed. During the winter the wet sand is exposed by low tide. I carry my belongings down to the beach and set up my beach chair in the sand below the rocks so I can read my books. As the water begins to rise until my legs are getting wet, I know it's time to leave before the waves reach the rocks.
I have the beach to myself for hours at a time without seeing another body. I own several two piece bathing-suits. Many a day I pull the strings to expose my breasts and crotch to the sun. Some locals know me well enough that if I know the person approaching I don't bother covering up. The other thing about me is my revulsion to razors.
I keep my hair long so I put my hair in a French braid while sunbathing. When I unbraid it and run a brush through it I have a gentle wave in my hair. I am naturally endowed with just a little fuzz on my legs and arms, but my pits and vulva are covered in a thick patch of dark pubic hair. Even when I have my bikini bottoms on there is an abundant amount of pubic hair sticking out of both sides of the strip of material covering my vulva. That may turn off a lot of people, but among my friends it is a sexual turn on.
The only people I care to turn on are women that share my love of pubic hair. A case in point was the day I was reading one of my lesbian erotic novels and had exposed my breasts to the sun, but had left the bikini bottom tied. I happened to see a woman walking up the beach in my direction with her own folding chair and towel under her arms.
I thought it was a friend of mine, because I thought I recognized her figure and way she walked. I returned to reading my book. I knew about how long it would take for her to reach me. When I checked her approach again, I realized it was not the woman I thought it was. I sat my book down, and pulled the cups of my bikini up and tied the strings behind my neck. The woman spoke up over the sound of the waves.
"I'm sorry I disturbed you! Is this a clothing optional beach?"
I said, "Not exactly, you can do whatever you want, as long as the sphincter police don't catch you."
She chucked, "Do you mind if I join you?"
I responded, "Not at all, it is a public beach."
I took a good look at her. She was possibly about 50-years old. She was a nice looking woman. She must exercise to keep in shape, because there was very little body fat on her. Oh! There was a little lumpiness in her lower belly hanging slightly over her bikini bottom. I would have suspected that she was a Scotswoman, based on her looks and accent.
She proceeded to set up her folding recliner, and sat down next to me. She checked out the title of the book I was reading. She smiled when she saw that it was a lascivious title about women sexual domination of other women in prison. "Is that a good book?"
I said, "It does get me wet."
She looked at my crotch and said, "I see you are a natural girl. I bet that hair is tasty when wet."
I figured if she was going to be that bold I would be just as bold. I pulled the bows on my hips and flipped the patch of material covering my cunt down between my legs, exposing my hairy pussy. "If you want you can have a taste!"
The woman rolled over my leg and positioned herself between my legs, and started lapping at my hairy pussy. She was sticking her tongue between my labia and lapping at my clit like a puppy, before she lifted her face up and said, "GAWD, you do have a wet smelly pussy, Honey!"
I ran my fingers through her short curly hair, before forcing her head back down between my legs so far that her tongue was stimulating my asshole. The woman found there were plenty of hairs ringing my asshole. She obviously relished what she was doing. When she looked up, I had crossed my arms behind my head. She saw all of the thick patches of hair under my arms. She was making animal noises that told me she was relishing her efforts. By the time I climaxed her bangs were soaking wet from my juices.
The waves were was washing up between her legs depositing sand on her legs and bathing suit. I suggested that we gather up our belongings and retreat to my place before we got sunburned. She agreed, so we gathered up our belongings while I adjusted the bottom of my bikini before we climbed the stairs up the bluff.
We were both breathless by the time our feet were on the warm blacktop. We stomped and brushed the sand clinging to our bodies. I could tell the sand had chaffed her inner thighs. I told her that I lived just a short distance away and offered to allow her to shower at my place. She agreed quickly and we headed for my place.
Many years ago my place had been built as a summer retreat bungalow for a family summer residence to be rented by the month. It was a two bedroom with single bath and kitchenette. When it had been converted to a private residence, I bought it before that market caught on to the value of property 25 miles from down town San Diego. I liked it because it looked like a Spanish home with white walls and the thick green leaves and red bloom of bougainvillea clinging to the arbor in front of the bungalow.
I showed the woman where the shower was, and let her undress and get in the shower, while I took off my bikini in my bedroom. When I opened the shower door her back was to me. She looked over her shoulder as I stepped into the shower. It was not a large shower so we were forced to be very cozy. I reached around her body and soaped her up. My soap covered hands glide over her nice round tits and I felt her nipples get hard. I kissed her on her side of her neck.
She turned to face me and we kissed while hugging each other. I could not resist stooping over and sucking on her breasts. Then I went down on her, my butt was pressed against the tile wall of the shower. I was face to face with her pussy. Her vulva was trimmed so that no hairs protruded beyond the limits of her panties but there were plenty of coarse hairs to rub my face in. I gave her a tongue fucking worthy of writing home about. She turned her back to me and wrapped her hands around the pipe of the shower outlet. I knew what she wanted.
I knelt behind her, and spread the spheres her butt open. She also had hairs ringing her asshole. I tongue fucked her ass until she climaxed. When she did, she let go and peed. I watched the warm yellow water flow from her pussy. I put my hand under her and stimulate her clit while she peed on my hand. At the conclusion of relieving herself we dried our bodies with large bath towels before we retreated to my bedroom.
While we stood by my bed we clung to each other and kissed for the longest time. I massaged her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She did feel my tits for a short time. What was fascinating to her was the thick growth of hair between my legs. She just had to run her hand through the long tentacles of hair. I had only alowed her to wash my pubic hair because I relished the strong aroma of my vagina. I wanted her to get the full affect of my aromatic love tunnel.
Eventually I maneuvered her to my bed where I positioned her across the bed. I do love it when I straddle a woman's body and rub my hairy pussy against their body and I work my way up to their face. I love sitting on their soft tits while they study my pussy before I rub my cunt all over their face. I eventually spread my labia over their nose and mouth. I smother them until they a struggling for breathe. I only lift up enough to allow them a quick breath of air. My goal is to force my pussy juice up their nose, clogging it and filling their head with the smell of my pussy. I make them suck my cunt until I cum.
When the women give up struggling I use all of the control I have to squirt pee into her mouth a little at a time so that they can keep up with the flow. Eventually I just let go and flood their mouth my golden water. By the time my bladder was empty her hair was soaking wet.
My guest was the one to pull my ass forward so that she could stick her tongue into my asshole. That added a nice feeling to my afterglow. I did eventually turn around so that I could suck her pussy again. We eventually got dressed and kissed with promises to meet again on the beach.
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