As Nature Intended

I love body hair on a woman and as much as possible, to me it is meant to be. I know Im in minority and in the UK the trend is to be shaved, waxed, threaded whatever. It appears to be shameful for any woman to show a single tuft of underarm fuzz or a wild natural bikini line. It usually is certain ladies form various nations that like to keep the fuzz and my mission is to seek them out.

I couldnt believe my luck whilst out jogging on Hampstead Heath one morning I struck up conversation with another jogger. I noted her accent straight away to be German and she had all the Teutonic features, she was stunning and that voice was so crisp, articulated German and every so sexy. I felt my cock twitch whenever she spoke. She was working for a pharmaceutical company and was based in the UK for two years; she jogged every morning on the Heath but did say she was much later this morning which is why our paths had never crossed before. We said goodbye and maybe we will see each other another morning.

It was on the fourth day when I thought Id never see her again when I saw that precision cut blonde bob sitting on a bench flexing her foot. I practically sprinted across to her before she moved off. She explained that she thought she had pulled a muscle and was trying to re warm up to continue her circuit. I knelt down and began to manipulate her calf muscle. Mmmm jaa thats helping she sighed, as I worked up I couldnt help but glance upwards. She had worked up a sweat that had turned her crotch area almost translucent and there was no mistaken a huge dark triangle which crept across her hidden portal. This turned me on so much I felt I could drag her into the nearest bushes and bury my head in her thatch. I looked up and smiled, I told her she really shouldnt do anymore today and perhaps I could help her home.

I really didnt think shed agree after all I was a stranger in a park to her but to my shock she instructed me to her flat which was just near the Heath anyway. Once inside she instructed me to make coffee whilst she took a shower. I was fumbling with what seemed like the most complicated coffee maker in the world when she came back in, telling me she never explained how to work the machine. I looked up and stunned there was my dream stood there in her naked glory with a big huge hairy twat and completely unshaven all over her body.

My cock bounced into action and I couldnt get my words out. Ah you want to fuck then? she asked directly. I nodded meekly unable to form my words out. I followed her to what appeared to be a very masculine bedroom, she directed me to remove my clothes but they must be placed neatly on the chair. She spread herself for me on her enormous bed. I couldnt see her slit for it was buried deep, tight bushy curls all clean and fresh it was like presenting me with a gourmet meal. I literally threw myself in head first, savouring the feeling of her bush wrapped around my chin. I rubbed my mouth over every inch, teasing the hair between my teeth before parting it until I could taste the tang of pussy. That glorious silky fold was hot and gaping, I stuck my tongue in and feasted over that enlarged labia, seeking out that little hood which housed her clit.

Ja ja ja she moaned, her accent becoming more pronounced, my cock needed to be buried in her. I sliced my shaft through those curls, feeling that wonderful soft wiry sensation glide down my cock until the tip glided in to her very moist and waiting slit. I laid my body down over hers tight entwining my legs in hers feeling a coarseness so rare and delicious. I reached and licked under her arms, the hair was long and fluffy. With a huge grunt I could feel myself coming, I pulled out just enough to shoot over those curls, seeing our cum mingled together, all matted and tangled in that hair just as nature intended was amazing.

Now for coffee, shower and we fuck again ja? Well Im not one to say no to a lady.