I met Maia at a swank little coffee shop in northern New Mexico. She worked there. My family, this was before I had a wife and kids, was staying in a hip little adobe in a village outside of Taos. I'd go get coffee at the shop where Maia worked each morning. She was voluptuous, with brown hair, she had a slight growth of light fur on her lip, she was a little unkempt but sexy in an earthy way. She looked at ease in her body and she moved it sensually and confidently. She always smiled wryly at me, making light conversation as I would order, she looked at me hungrily. I liked the attention.
Maia dressed like a hippy, a tasteful hippy, wearing revealing little tops that covered her medium sized breasts and I could usually see her nipples through her garments. She liked to show her belly as well, which hung out slightly in a revealing, erotic manner. She had trail of hairs that came up from her skirt towards her belly button. She was kind and funny. Her forearms had a nice covering of fur on them too, which I kind of dig, and her armpits were lush with hair and I think she could tell that I was into that as she would raise her arms many times during my brief visits. I loved to look at them and I was sure it was her musky scent that I was catching when she did this. Her natural odor was mixed with a slight hint of patchouli, a scent that has made my cock grow hard since I was young. We had what seemed like a good chemistry, she and I, one that made me think of her throughout the day.
That particular trip was short lived and soon I had to leave back to California. I was, however, planning on moving to Taos only a month later to change things up in my life, to experience the high mesas and towering peaks of the Sangre de Cristo mountains. I loved to roam new natural landscapes wherever I went searching for arrowheads, for trout, for mushrooms, natural treasure, including natural women. Maia hung in the back of my mind and I often found myself fantasizing about disrobing her, touching her plump little breasts and exploring her furry trails. My cock would become thick and firm at the thought of it.
A month later I had moved to Taos. I had got a job at a restaurant waiting tables and tending bar. The place was relatively busy and there were plenty of tourist girls and fellow workers to look at and ponder. I made a few stops by the coffee shop but seemed to be off timing wise as to seeing Maia. I would wonder where she was, what she might be doing and if she had a lover or two in the town.
After work I would head to a bar out near her little village. It was hopping on weekend nights with an eclectic mix of tourists and local hippies dancing and drinking. There were quite a few furry girls there, which always piqued my interest. I would always go to this place alone, order a beer, stand and watch as the people would frolic and mingle. I must've been an anomaly, standing out slightly at six foot three, drinking my beer, occasionally dancing and watching the women.
One night I was there doing my usual thing and I decided to head out to the patio for fresh air and a smoke. To my surprise I saw Maia. She was sitting alone at a table with a beer taking deep drags off of a cigarette. She looked over at me and waved me to her. I was pleased. As I approached her table she got up, put her cigarette in an ash tray, and opened her arms to greet me. She pulled me close, pushing her breasts against my chest, and gave me a warm hug. Her scent was strong and, as before, it was a mix of her natural odor and patchouli, this time mixed with a little tobacco. I enjoyed it. She was wearing a loose tank top and the fur beneath her armpits was prominent. She sat back down and said,
"I was hoping to see you here someday. I haven't seen you in over a month. I wondered where you went. For some reason I have thought about you a bit."
I was pleased and told her that I felt the same. I told her that I had gone a couple times to the coffee shop but had not seen her. We conversed a while. I got us each another beer and she continued to smoke her cigarettes. I could tell she was a little buzzed and with more time she became warmer and warmer towards me often touching my arm and eventually my leg. We talked more and enjoyed a brisk conversation. She lifted her arms often allowing me to gaze at the large bushes that grew there. They turned me on a great deal and, of course, she knew this. She could feel my thoughts. Finally she broke the tension of it and said,
"Do you like the fur in my armpits? You keep looking at them, and I keep showing them to you!" She laughed.
"Forgive me for being so forward, but they do have me mesmerized. Your whole vibration has me mesmerized. You are very sexy and it's hard to get that off my mind."
She smiled wryly, lifted her arm and ran her fingers through her fur. She then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private where you can feel free to explore them. Would you like that?"
I was a bit taken by surprise, a good surprise that sent blood surging into my loins, my cock rising noticeably in my pants.
"I'd love that Maia. I'd like to explore you. I don't live far from here. I have some beer at home and a cozy place where we could be alone."
