"Very much," I admitted.
She was a fantastic kisser, her dark lips parting to reveal a pink tongue: she tasted sweet, and we lay naked on her bed kissing for half an hour. My jaw hurt, but I couldn't get enough of her mouth, and the feeling of her tongue playing with mine. Eventually, I kissed her lovely face, her thick eyebrows, then the soft hair down her cheek. It was incredibly downy, fluffy, and I kissed to her neck, deliberately working my way to those armpits.
Her shyness returned when I reached her shoulder, but I gently lifted her arm. Immediately I caught her aroma; a heady, slightly-pungent scent of flesh and sweat, a scent more beautiful and captivating than any perfume. I put my face close and sniffed, slowly, deeply, savouring the smell of her body. My cock was so hard it ached. When she felt my tongue teasing through the lush, feathery hair of her armpit, Roshni gave a groan of pleasure. She didn't wear deodorant, and I could taste the slight sourness of her body as I buried my face in her thick clump of armpit hair. My tongue dragged through the resistance of the hairs, tasting the saltiness of her skin. She moaned and squirmed in delight. I kissed my way along her slender arm: her upper arm was covered in the finest, silkiest downy hair. The hairs on her forearms were longer and darker, but no less soft. I could have spent hours just kissing her beautiful hairy arms and armpits.
Instead, I turned her onto her stomach, lifting her heavy mane of thick black hair away to expose the nape of her slender neck. Like the fuzz of a peach, tiny hairs formed a trail down her spine. I followed it to the small of her back, where it became fluffier: even her bottom, exquisite, tight, and firm, was softened with a fine fuzz.
The natural gully between her slim brown thighs was an incredible sight: a dense black and hairy tangle that hid her pussy from view. Only her dark anus, surrounded by dark hair matted with perspiration, was visible. I wanted her so badly: my cock was hard, my heart was pounding. I leaned down and licked the ravine between her buttocks, then pushed my face in so that I could tongue the flinching brown star of her arsehole. Roshni moaned and sighed, her fingers clawing the bedclothes.
I dipped a little lower, and dragging my tongue through the forest of hair that covered her pussy, finding her sweet treasure beneath. Roshni's groan became more urgent, and suddenly, she turned over, her eyes dark with desire, and pulled my face into her tangled bush.
Roshni's pubic hair filled my mouth as I nuzzled a path through its tangle, finally finding the secret bud of her clitoris. It swelled and hardened as her arousal grew. She tasted like heaven itself, and I sucked and licked on her wonderful hairy pussy, wishing it would never end. But in minutes, Roshni was squealing with pleasure as her orgasm hit, her hands in her hair, her down-covered belly heaving.
We we weren't finished yet, though: still wet, and still horny, Roshni got on all fours so I could fuck her. I did it doggie-style, my cock disappearing into that dark thatch of hair, my hands caressing that hairy butt, my hands sliding under her cup-cake breasts, through the damp hair of her armpits, along her downy arms. I exploded inside her, filling her.
Afterwards, we lay side-by-side on her bed, and I stroked every inch of that wonderful body, feeling her soft velvet, marvelling at her hairiness. If any woman on Earth could convince the rest of the world that being hairy is beautiful, it was Roshni. When I kissed her mouth, I savoured the fine hairs above her lip.
It didn't seem right to talk about her body hair: it was as if she took it for granted, and would have been offended if I made a fuss about her because of it. By the end of the afternoon, I got ready to leave. She lay on the bed: her gorgeous body, dark skin against white sheets, naked, watching me as I got dressed. She was full of smiles, half-shy, half excited, and asked if we should do it again soon.
I assured her that we should.
