"Hey, Man, ya wanna go fuck?" the young woman asked Charlie Barnes on a warm August morning as he sat in the bleachers in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park watching the two attractive women cavorting on the tennis court.
Summer Morning had awoken an hour earlier feeling horny, and she decided to do something about that very pleasant but needy feeling. The first thing she did was to take a shower, being aware her natural odor would be something of a turn off when it was as strong as hers was then. Summer loved having her pussy eaten, and any guy she found might refuse to do it if she smelled bad. She put on a clean t-shirt which was several sizes too small, and displayed her pleasantly round breasts, because she would never even consider wearing a bra. Panties and a pair of carefully torn blue jeans completed her wardrobe that morning. She would have preferred going barefoot, but Summer was aware that broken glass and sharp stones could present a danger, so she wore her usual sandals before going out to look for a man who might be willing to alleviate her condition.
Finding a man was not a problem, of course, but Summer Morning, which was the name she chose to use rather than Constance Gross, the name her parents had inflicted on her, hoped to find somebody with the right vibes. She ambled over to the tennis courts, because that was where the walkway led, and saw a young man who seemed to be just perfect. He had a beard, of course, but it did not grow wild as did those of most of the men she knew, being well-trimmed. His hair was long and dark brown, like hers, and he was wearing a pair of ragged jeans, sandals and a t-shirt. Although he was watching a tennis match that involved some very pretty girls, he appeared to be almost a soul mate, so she approached him and made her proposition.
Charlie looked closely at the young woman who had just made such a bold suggestion, and liked what he saw. She had long dark hair, which was clean and combed straight down and held out of her eyes by a red bandana, and her pretty white face was clean and free of makeup. Her figure was attractive, somewhat plump in a sexy way, with big breasts straining against the green t-shirt she wore. The two women in their tennis whites might have been more visually appealing, but he knew what the young hippy girl had in mind for herself and for him would be much more pleasurable than just looking at the scantily clad tennis players.
"Sure," he answered. "Where do you want to go?"
"Back to my pad, unless you've got someplace better."
Charlie did not. "Okay, let's go," he answered, and took her hand while she led him back to the place she had left less than an hour ago.
Her pad was the first room in a hallway over a store selling brightly-colored shirts and beaded belts, and she led him in, locking the door behind them. Like most of her young companions in San Francisco during "The Summer of Love," Summer did not believe in accumulating a lot of possessions. The tiny room was furnished with a sleeping bag and a small table and one chair. Whatever cooking she might decide to do was done on a hot plate, and the small sink in the corner was piled with the dishes from the last few days. Charlie didn't care about that; the only things in the room of interest to him at were the hippy hotsy and the sleeping bag on the linoleum floor and what they would soon be doing on top of it.
After kicking their sandals off at the door, they embraced and kissed, thrusting their tongues together while running their hands all over each other's bodies. Summer pressed her pubic area against that of her guest, and was elated to feel his hard cock straining against his pants, although she had no wish to put that part of his body to work right away.
When they broke off the kiss, they stayed in each other's arms, and she smiled up at him, because he was half a foot taller than she. "My name's Summer," she told him, all the introduction he wanted or needed.
"My name's Chuck," he replied, and that was the only introduction she needed or wanted.
"Do you eat pussy?" she asked, which was much more important to Summer than the name of her sex partner that morning.
"I love to. I'd love to eat yours."
Smiling at what she wanted to hear, Summer took a hold of the hem of her t-shirt and raised it all the way off her head, liberating her succulent breasts. She shook her hair back into place, making the lovely twins bounce and sway. Chuck reached out and gently took one of the beauties in either hand and bent down to kiss her adorable dark pink nipples.
Summer breathed in between her teeth at the beginning of the intimacies she craved, then backed away and bent over to turn the sleeping bag upside down so the zipper would be away from her flesh. She had one pillow, which she put where her head would be resting, and lay on her back with her arms raised in an invitation. It was an offer Charlie could not refuse, and he knelt beside her naked form, held a breast in either hand and started to lick the nearest nipple.
"Yeah, keep doing that," she urged him.
He needed no urging. Summer's nipple was big and soft but, after a few strokes of his tongue, he could feel it becoming erect. Moving her love beads out of the way, he switched to its adorable twin and licked her there until that cute pink nubbin became so hard he could feel the tiny ridges and the pebbly texture of her areola. As the young lady cooed in pleasure, he switched his attentions back and forth between the rigid nipples, stopping only when he was able to detect a delectable aroma which he recognized as that of fresh pussy juices.
Summer knew about it too, of course, and was elated when the man she had chosen started licking and nuzzling his way down her soft body, especially when he stopped and unbuckled the belt that was looped through her jeans. She raised her ass from the sleeping bag so he could push the pants down to her thighs, followed by his moving around so he was kneeling between her legs. When he pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, the breeze through the open window felt so good on her wet pussy, she murmured happily and her body started squirming in anticipation. When her panties joined the jeans on the floor beside the sleeping bag, leaving her completely naked, her soft sounds of delight were louder, and she raised her legs so he could get at the place that badly needed his oral skills.
There was one thing she wanted first, though. "Take off your shirt first, Man," she requested. "I want to feel your skin against mine."
That was sensible to Chuck, and he quickly peeled the garment off, left it on top of her clothing and leaned forward so Summer could rest her legs on his bare shoulders. After he wrapped his arms around her thighs so his hands rested on her Mount of Venus, his face was just inches from the source of the delectable aroma he had smelled earlier. Her pussy was covered with light brown curls, and the surrounding skin was soft and creamy, while her swollen inner lips were blossoming through the pink slit. Very gently, Charlie spread open that slit and was met with a great cloud of the fragrance that had lured him away from the young woman's succulent breasts.
He breathed deeply of the incredible aroma and delicately licked some of the freshest juices from her lips. The flavor was even more delicious than the scent had been, and he eagerly licked everything from the swollen folds. He saw some of the fluids had dripped down to the insides of her thighs and, wanting none of that delicious treat to go to waste, mopped it up with his tongue also. This was followed by his licking upward on her crotch, catching the freshest nectar as it trickled from the pink hole that was still producing it.
Before starting to caress her lips with his tongue, Charlie raised his head to observe the results of his ministrations so far. They were more than he could have hoped for; the hot hippie's body was writhing on top of her sleeping bag and her head was rolling from side to side on her pillow. Summer's face was a mask of carnal pleasure, with her eyes closed and her lips parted in a grimace of joy. He didn't spend too much time looking, because eating her delightful pussy was so much better than looking at her voluptuous body and pretty face.
At that time, especially among young women such as Summer, shaving or even trimming of pubic hair was rare, and she was not an exception. Charlie hadn't expected otherwise, and had no negative thoughts about the pubic hair where he started to lick. Her bush was soft and curly and clean, and felt as good under his tongue as cleanly-shaven skin would have. Moving slowly and relishing everything about what he was doing, he licked the outer lip until he reached her Mount of Venus and kissed her there. Quickly, so none would go to waste, he brought his mouth back down to her dripping pink hole and devoured all the nectar she had just produced, before starting on her other outer lip.
He licked this one the same way, slowly and relishing every bit. Summer liked it just as much and, by the time he reached her mons again, her sexy body was rocking from side to side and her cooing had evolved into moans of bliss. By the time he reached her mons and kissed her again, her pussy was starting to fuck up into his face, a reaction Charlie considered to be another of the many great things about eating out a woman who really enjoyed it.
