Erotic fiction inspired by Alya
This might sound strange to some of you – especially if you are a little older and more experienced than me – but until recently I had never been with a girl with a hairy pussy. Girls my own age all go bare, and I can hardly remember what my own bush looked like before I starting waxing.
I don’t have a steady girlfriend, but there’s a club where I like to go to pick up girls. A lot of the women there are lesbian or bisexual, and looking for some no-strings fun. I’m still exploring my sexuality – I only ‘came out’ as a lesbian a couple of years ago – and I’ve had some amazing experiences and learned a lot about what turns me on. But this was something fresh and exciting.
This particular night at the club, I was dancing and flirting with a sexy girl in a blue lace dress. She looked Hispanic, with beautiful tanned skin and dark eyes. She had a slight accent I couldn’t quite place over the loud music, and a way of glancing at me, and then away, that drove me crazy. I wanted her with every atom of my being.
I could hardly believe she wanted me too, but it was surprisingly easy to persuade her to come back to my place, which was only a couple of blocks away. We hardly spoke on the walk there, both too horny and keyed up, but she took my hand and that made my pussy throb with lust and anticipation.
When we got inside, we didn’t waste any time – we both knew what we wanted. She sat down on my big red beanbag chair, her skirt riding up to reveal her matching turquoise panties. Instantly, my eyes were drawn to the copious hair curling out around her panty-crotch. I moved closer, and she smiled to see my surprised expression. Slowly and deliberately, she spread her thighs apart and beckoned me closer. Her pubic hair was so thick and dark, covering the tops of her thighs. She tugged the crotch of her panties aside, letting me see how the luxuriant hair hid her pussy. I watched, enthralled, as she played with the springy hair, patting and gently pulling it.
“Take your panties off!” I implored her, breathlessly. She nodded and wriggled out of them, then spread her legs even wider so her pussy lips parted and I could just see a glimpse of pink between the dark curls. Licking her fingers, she ran them along the groove of her pussy lips, the hair parting to show more of her shiny pink folds, already wet with her arousal.
That was it: I couldn’t hold back any longer. Moving forward, I pressed my face between her thighs, inhaling the musky scent from her bush, the wiry hairs tickling my skin. I felt a surge of wetness soaking through my own panties as I hooked her legs up over my shoulders and ground my face harder against her pussy, my tongue finding her creamy center and thrusting inside. The smell, taste and feel of her hair and the tangy treasure it concealed was so intoxicating, I knew I was ready to eat her pussy all night long…
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