Before starting, a major thank you to The Wizard Whitebeard for investing time to edit the story to completion. Any grammatical mistakes if found, are my own. Apologies in advance, and enjoy.
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"I see you are good at staring," said Mikal to the girl in her early twenties who had been constantly staring at him from every lap she took at the pool.
"Well, if you saw me staring, then that means you are good at doing it too?" replied Kayra as she stopped just two feet away from him.
"Maybe," giggled Mikal.
"So, what is your reason for doing it, and why am I the victim of your stare?" he asked.
"Well... let me think," said Kayra before taking another lap and stopping at the deeper end of the pool. She waited there for ten minutes, slightly blushing as to what she might tell him.
Mikal kept swimming, unbothered and calm, yet still expecting an answer. Kayra finally swam closer to him and bumped into him. "Hey, are you trying to drown me!?" grunted Mikal, balancing himself. Kayra laughed.
"You wanted to know the reason for me staring at you? I do have an answer," She giggled.
"Okay, and the answer is...?"
"Well, um, I will be honest with you and here's an honest answer: I have a thing for men with hairy chests," she said, blushing, as she dipped her head half underwater to hide her embarrassment.
"I assume since I have slightly more visible chest hair, that makes me your victim?" giggled Mikal.
"Well... uh huh."
"Okay. Now you! Other than you confirming me staring at you, why were you staring at me?" asked Kayra, curious and excited.
"My reason is close to your reason when it comes to staring, but it's slightly more embarrassing," said Mikal shyly.
"Well, let it out! I did, too," Kayra giggled, encouraging him to answer.
"Well, since you asked for it, here it is: I am more of a boobs person, and well, I have a thing for huge boobs, and then pair that up with the right amount of curvy ass and well... I cannot resist looking, so..."
Kayra took a moment to realize that she has all the qualities that he just described in his "ideally sexually appealing woman" and all of her features were on full display with her tight swimsuit. 36D breasts and a 34-inch curvy ass were sure the perfect size. This slightly embarrassed her while also it made her giggle.
"Well, that was weirder than mine, I have to admit," Kayra laughed.
Mikal joined too. Eventually, due to the awkwardness, they both separated, swimming away from each other but constantly still staring and passing smiles as they did so. Finally, Kayra swam closer to him again, stopping to take a breath.
"So, I assume we have something going on between us?"
"I would wholeheartedly agree," Mikal said with a grin.
"What should we do about it?" blushed Kayra, realizing where this whole situation might be going.
"Well... let us get specific. What do you feel when you see my chest hair? Tell me in detail," asked Mikal bluntly.
"Well, umm, uh huh..." Kayra blushed even more now.
"Okay, I might tell you but you then have to promise that you will also answer the same question for me."
"Deal," sighed Mikal. "Just don't be super embarrassed again when I go into details," giggled Mikal.
"Deal," giggled Kayra. Since the talks were going in a very private direction they both swam to the corner of the deeper end where there were almost no people to listen to them.
"Um, this may sound weird but when I see men with hairy chests I get this raw, animalistic feeling, you know? My mind automatically daydreams about how hairy-chested and bearded men, in particular, look like stark naked lions in human form. I mean, at the core of it, it makes men look more powerful, stronger, and more masculine, and, well, more capable of mating efficiently. I know it's all weird," said Kayra, her cheeks red with blushing.
"Ha ha, okay. Is that all?" asked Mikal.
"No. I mean sort of. The other thing that naturally happens is me getting aroused due to the mating part, and well, I feel like making out with a guy who has these features. I'm drawn to touching their hair and perhaps even kissing it," she said.
To decrease the tension, she asked him, "Okay, enough me. Now you."
"Well, my details go vastly deeper than yours," blushed Mikal.
"Oh yeah? Well, tell me anyway."
"When I see women with the features I described, I get curious. How, you ask? You see, I have only had two girlfriends. Both of them had small, below-average-sized boobs and not very curvy asses. So, whenever we had sex I was only able to 'imagine' how bigger breasts must bounce while, you know, having sex. And how it must feel to feel up the curves of a nicely shaped ass. And perhaps even spanking it. This naturally translated to me becoming too curious and watching porn to find out. Then seeing how hot it looks when my curiosities get fulfilled, even on screens," explained Mikal, blushing the entire time.
"So, that means that you fantasized about well... doing it... having it... I mean, fucking me right now!?"
"Well, uh huh. Also, don't say that you didn't fantasize about making out with me then!" exclaimed Mikal.
Kayra blushed hard. "Well, I won't deny it. I have to admit it but I stopped fantasizing about making out. Not sex," she replied, blushing, looking the other way to hide her embarrassment.
"Well, you could try to expand your fantasizing further," replied Mikal. Kayra patted him hard on the chest, blushed and laughed, swimming away.
Kayra did think about the talks they had had and further contemplated whether she should act. Her urges and her pussy voices that were deep down telling her to make out with Mikal right in the washroom, if not actual sex. The excitement constantly seemed to rise as she saw that Mikal was swimming and only staring at her once in a while, smiling. Kayra loved the fact that he wasn't chasing her, just like a lion who does not chase a lioness unnecessarily. She finally decided, stopped swimming, and went to the men's washroom. She signaled Mikal to come in with a smile as she snuck in.
Mikal grew heartily excited as he came out of the pool and found himself in the men's washroom. Only one washroom door was open. He went in to see Kayra standing seductively and giving him the eye. They hungrily watched each other for a few seconds before Mikal closed the door behind him.
They both started hugging each other. Kayra allowed him to take control. He looked her deep in the eyes, their lips inches from each other, anticipating the inevitable meet that was about to happen. Finally, Mikal kissed her, swirling his tongue with her, both their lips dancing, eyes closed. After a solid two minutes, Mikal broke the kiss and trailed new ones on her neck and below her ear, blowing air playfully while he did so. "Mmmm... yes..." sighed Kayra.
They both sat on the toilet seat and kept trading each other kisses just as Kayra pushed Mikal. "Sit on the seat. It's my turn to have fun."
"Duly noted," complied Mikal. She then trailed a series of kisses on his face, then his neck, and then finally, his chest hair. She pecked him right at the center and groaned. "Oh hmm... yes." She trailed a lot of kisses and sucked his chest as much as she could while softly moaning.
"Oh Lord, yes."