"Nothing sexier than a lawyer in a suit, with her hair up, right after she's won a case!"
It was just something Rayma had overheard in a bar once. Now, as she strutted home from a great interview past the municipal swimming pool, she wondered. Nothing? Not even a lawyer in a bikini, shaven clean down below like she used to be?
She
was
still feeling beautiful in her black business suit and two-tone purple silk blouse. No amount of bikini envy could destroy that on this triumphant morning. The tight skirt and well-cut coat had her sweating profusely in the bright summer heat, but that had only intensified the pleasurable itch of anticipation for tearing Sam away from his bar exam studies when she got home. The stage was set for the sweetest of studybreaks! Still, she mused as she surreptitiously admired the many topless guys beyond the fence and envied the very scantily clad women among them, she probably should have taken a different route home.
It wasn't so long ago that she could have been among them, Rayma thought wistfully as she tamped down a frustrated thought of how she would look in a bikini now. It had been entirely her own decision to join the I-can't-wear-a-bikini club and embrace her natural beauty. Sam adored her natural appearance with her vast, wild bush -- which he called her "black diamond" due to its shape and hue and his immense treasuring of it -- and the sense of camaraderie she enjoyed with Allie and Darlene was absolutely priceless. But everything had its price, and Rayma couldn't deny that she occasionally missed turning heads in a bikini at the pool or the beach.
All her frustrations about that were set aside -- though not forgotten -- once she arrived home at the tiny apartment she and Sam had been sharing since last fall, for she was fairly glowing with success and summer sweat when she opened the door to find Sam hunched over his study guides.
"How'd it go?" he asked, not looking up.
"Fantastic!" she declared. "They want me back to meet the partners."
That was enough for Sam to look up. "Wow! Congratulations!" But he remained in his seat.
"Is that all I get, dear?" Rayma grinned.
"Sorry!" Sam stood up and came around the table to embrace her. "Just stuck in test prep mode, you know? I haven't even showered yet."
"Well, how convenient," Rayma said. "I'm dying for a shower myself after the walk home."
"Oh, well," Sam pulled back. "Why don't you go first, then?"
Rayma kept a lid on her exasperation -- the poor thing was awfully stressed over the bar exam, after all -- a feeling she recalled only too well. She watched him retake his seat and go back to his reading, and then she got an idea. "Oh, very well, then, I'll go first."
"Take your time." He didn't look up.
Rayma pulled her coat off and set about unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh, I will," she said. "I mean, I really need to after getting all sweaty out there, don't I? It'll take a lot of soap and steamy water to wash it all away, no doubt. But first, I've got to get out of these clothes!" With her blouse now unbuttoned, she tore it off with a flourish and was rewarded with an admiring but frustratingly fleeing look from Sam.
Undeterred, she continued. "Did I ever tell you how good it feels to get out of my bra on a day like this?" she asked as she reached behind and did just that. "So much better to set the girls free!"
"I believe it." He said it with that hungry grin of his, but didn't actually look up to see Rayma rubbing her breasts to savor the relief.
"But you know," she cooed, pausing to unzip her skirt. "They're not what need a shower the most." She pushed the skirt down around her hips and stepped out of it. "No, it's the black diamond that needs it the most." Leaving her panties on for the moment, she patted the fat bulge in the fabric that had wisps of hair showing on all three sides. "She's really going to need a nice soapy scrub, you know, after being confined in my hot, stuffy panties all morning."
"Rayma!" Sam cried out in frustration, throwing his pen down. "Come on, you've already passed and I just don't want to let us both down by failing, you know, and here I am..." He finally looked up to see her peeling away her panties to reveal her huge bush in all its natural glory, smiling at him through her frustration as she kicked them to the side.
She ran her fingers through the matted hair and was not at all surprised to find it damp from her thoughts on the walk home. "And here you are what, Sam?" she asked.
"And here I am, a fool for the black diamond all over again," he admitted sheepishly. He stood up and Rayma was thrilled and flattered, but not surprised, to see his shorts bulging.
"You're not a fool, Sam," Rayma said. "Just a man with very good taste, who needs a break and a shower anyway. Come on, undress and join me. Please?"
Rayma wasn't sure which she enjoyed more -- watching Sam peel his clothes off, or standing naked in the bathroom doorway and basking in the glow of his adoring looks and his rock-hard cock as he did it. When it caught in the waistband of his boxers and bounced up and slapped his belly, Rayma couldn't help herself. She reached down and began stroking herself, her middle finger disappearing completely in her bush but rustling it in the most enticing way. When Sam pulled his shirt over his head, he saw what she was up to and his face dissolved into his goofiest grin. Rayma burst into giggles but didn't stop playing with herself. This was well worth not being able to wear a bikini!
"Careful, it needs a good washing!" she squealed as Sam swooped her up into his arms and then ran his fingers into her bush.
"Then no point in worrying about getting even messier now!" Sam said. His fingers took the place of her own, and she arched her back against the doorjamb as he slipped the first finger inside. His other fingers massaged her furry mound as she loved so much, while the one rubbed her gracefully from within.
"Ooooooohhhh..." Rayma bobbed up and down and grabbed at the wall to keep her balance. "Faster, Sam! Faster!" Still holding one hand against the wall, she gripped his shoulder with the other as he did stroke faster, inside and out. With his free hand he squeezed her right breast lightly. His well-practiced teasing of her nipple with his thumb was the final touch that brought her off with a deeply satisfied grunt, and she threw her arms around him. "Now let's go clean up your mess, shall we?"
As the steamy water fell, Rayma watched with her usual adoration as Sam soaped up her pussy hair with shampoo, and also as usual she scooped a handful of it to rub up and down his still-hard penis, which she tickled gently as she did. "You're the most ticklish guy I've ever been with!" she teased as he laughed at her touches.
"Yeah, I ought to be used to it by now, shouldn't I, with all that hair always tickling me!"
"And you know you love it!" She kissed him and threw her arms around him. "Mmm, a wet naked hug...that beats even passing the bar exam, doesn't it?"
"Says the one who already has passed it." But Sam returned the embrace.
"You're going to do fine!" she said, stroking his cock again. "But if you're going to concentrate, we need to do something about this, you know." She thought about reminding him of all the many masturbation breaks she had taken while studying for the exam, but she had no doubt that he remembered every one of them.
Minutes later, patted dry on every part of her body but one, Rayma lay back on the bed and beamed up at Sam as he shut the door. She had forgotten about her moment of insecurity by the pool, but when she spread her legs it came flooding back. It did not spoil the joy of knowing what the sight did to Sam, and if anything it only intensified her pleasure at his reverent fingers in her huge bush as he started making love to her. But it was there all the same.
The window was open and the warm urban breeze offered just a hint of the sounds of the city below. But Rayma's moans and screeches drowned everything out easily. Once again Sam wondered if they mightn't be disturbing neighbors on nearby floors, and once again he realized he hoped it more than he feared it. Once again Rayma's insecurities disappeared for the time being as she enveloped Sam ever so lovingly within. She would never trade such joy for looking sexy at the pool for guys she didn't even know!
"So unfair!" she opined after her second orgasm, not even counting the one in the bathroom. "I shouldn't have all the fun!"
"You don't hear me complaining!" he grunted, and to her delight he didn't slow down. Not until he hit his own crescendo and she felt him explode inside her in the most delightful way. "God, that never gets old!" she exclaimed, stroking his hair as he lay his head on her breasts.
"Best studybreak ever," he declared. "But..."
"Oh no you don't!" Rayma clamped her legs shut. "You're not going anywhere just yet!"
"Ohhhh, thank you!" he replied. "That feels so awesome."
"Oh, you just wanted me to do that!" Rayma burst out laughing. "Well played, Sam, very well played." She squeezed her vagina as tightly as she could around him for good measure. "Careful what you wish for, dear."
"That's never gotten me in any trouble yet with you!" Sam laughed, and then kissed her and rubbed her breasts with his hands. After their lips parted, he pulled out. "Sorry, dear, but I really do have to get back to studying."
"Oh, I know," Rayma said. She curled up and admired the last look at his body as he pulled his clothes back on. "Let me know if I can help with studying."
"You already have!" Sam took a long appreciative look at her body, and he was gone.
