I met her at the bar after work, this curvy brunette with a lazy smile and thick legs that she didn’t bother shaving. We talked for twenty minutes before I asked if she wanted to come back to my place. She laughed, finished her drink, and said, “Only if you like hair.” I told her I didn’t mind. She smirked like she knew better.
Back at my apartment she stripped slow on purpose. First the shirt, then the bra, revealing heavy tits with dark, fuzzy areolas. She lifted her arms to pull her hair back and I saw the dense black hair in her armpits, thick and untamed. My cock twitched hard. She noticed and stepped out of her jeans. No panties. Her bush was massive, a wild triangle of coarse dark curls that covered her mound completely and spilled onto her inner thighs. Her pussy lips were hidden under it until she spread her legs a little and I caught the wet pink peek between the hair.
“Most guys freak out,” she said, running her fingers through the curls. “You sure you want this hairy cunt?”
I dropped to my knees and answered by burying my face in it. The smell hit me first, musky and strong, pure woman. I licked through the thick bush until I found her clit, then sucked it while my tongue pushed lower. She grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth, smearing her juices and sweat across my chin. Her bush scratched my cheeks and I loved every second of it.
She pulled me up, shoved me onto the couch, and climbed on. Her hairy armpits flashed again as she reached down to grab my cock and line it up. She sank down slow, that thick bush parting around my shaft until I was balls-deep in her soaked, gripping pussy. She rode me hard, hips rolling, those heavy tits bouncing while her bush rubbed against my pelvis with every thrust. I reached up and buried my face in one hairy armpit, licking the sweat and tasting salt and her natural scent while she fucked me faster.
“Fuck, you really like it,” she groaned, clenching around me. “Tell me how dirty my hairy pussy feels.”
“Fucking filthy,” I growled. “Your bush is soaking my cock. I want to come all over it.”
She slid off, turned around, and bent over the arm of the couch. Her ass was round and her hairy pussy and asshole were both on full display, dark curls framing everything. I slammed back into her from behind, pounding deep while I reached around to rub her clit through the thick hair. She came first, pushing back hard, her cunt pulsing and dripping down my balls. I pulled out at the last second and shot thick ropes across her bush, watching my cum mat the dark curls and drip down her thighs.
We didn’t stop there. She made me eat her out again while she sat on my face, that massive bush smothering me until I could barely breathe. Later she let me fuck her in the shower with the water running, her body slick and the hair plastered to her skin, still every bit as wild. By morning my sheets smelled like her and my face was raw from her bush, but I already knew I was hooked.
She left her number. I called her the next night.
