The morning after we first met, Dylan and I showered together and then talked for a long time over coffee, I in my robe and Dylan, not having a robe, in his shorts and shirt. I asked him how an old woman like me had caught his attention. "You're not old, and there was just something in your eyes that I had to get behind," he had said. "You have a sexy attitude, and your curves drive me nuts." He reached under my robe and squeezed my breasts, first one, then the other. "What made you receptive?"
"Dylan," I answered, "I haven't had a night like this in a long time. I don't really see men very much these days. Men my age want to go out with women younger than you, and the men who do want to take me out, well, either they're seventy-five, creepy, or both. You made me feel safe and wanted, and I so enjoyed having a hairy fellow next to me in bed."
"You like that I'm hairy?" he asked. I nodded my head. Dylan is quite a hairy man. He has thick dark hair on his chest and his legs. His butt is hairy and the bush around his cock is spectacular. I understand that, nowadays, many men as well as women shave themselves bare between their legs. Something to do, I gather, with the notion, not entirely true, that no one likes pubic hair in their mouths, and the men, in particular, seem to think lack of hair there makes their penises look larger. I, however, love it when a man is hairy. I came of age in a day when being hairy was desirable, even avant-garde, and some men went so far, pathetically, as to purchase chest hair wigs. As for myself these days, I didn't shave my pussy, but I did keep it trimmed short and neat, in a style I liked to think of as feminine but not prepubescent.
"I like pubic hair," Dylan continued. I like it on me, and I like it on others, too. I even like saying it. 'Pubic hair!'" He reached beneath my robe again, lower this time, and held my mound. "You should let this grow out."
I nodded. "Perhaps I will. For you."
Dylan smiled. "Your underarms, too."
"We'll see," I countered. "But I'm not growing hairy legs!"
"Wouldn't think of asking!" he replied.
"If I let it get bushy down there, would you still, you know, want to go down?"
"You bet I would! I love the feel all over my face and I love the scent. You'll know how much I like it when you feel my tongue all over your hairy triangle."
"Mmm hmm," I murmured, moving in for a deep kiss. Dylan squeezed me tightly, and I slipped a hand inside his shorts and gently held his balls.
We spent the day together, and then that night, doing everything with each other, all over again. By the time Dylan finally left the following day, we had become very comfortable with who and what we were together. I settled down and did some grocery shopping, and curled up with a book that evening. Starting the next morning, I no longer trimmed my pussy hair or shaved under my arms. When Dylan called on Wednesday to invite me over for dinner, I felt giddy and packed myself an overnight bag.
In the weeks and months that followed, we were together often, usually several times a week. We acted like young lovers, exploring our erotic desires in all kinds of ways. We tried different positions. We found places to make love outside, in the dark, and eventually in the light.
Dylan made love to my increasingly hairy vagina and armpits with his face, his mouth and his tongue as well as his cock. He clearly was enamored with my fur. And I sucked his penis. I sucked it when it was hard, sometimes letting him go off in my mouth, other times begging him to enter my pussy or my anus, taking his come in all of my holes. I sucked it when it was soft, bringing it to a proud erection. I sucked it when it was limp and spent, just to feel it in my mouth. I licked his balls, taking them in my mouth one at a time and teasing the hairs on his scrotum. Once, when I was behind him, playing with his bottom, I touched the tip of my tongue to his puckered asshole. He jumped as if hit with an electric shock. But then he backed up to my face and begged me to do it some more. And the next time his mouth was in my crotch, he turned me over and did it to me, and I loved it.
I purchased a strap-on dildo and gently opened his rectum, reaching around to grip his hard dick as I gave it to him in the ass. Then he made me finger myself as he returned the favor, sliding his cock into my butt. And, in between it all, there was lots and lots of good old penis-in-the-vagina intercourse.
Late one hot summer afternoon, we took a drive out in the country to a lake. Dylan parked the car at the end of the gravel road, and we hiked along the shoreline maybe a mile or more, until we found a bank that was totally secluded. There were no people anywhere around, no roads, no paths, no houses nearby and a meadow with tall grass reaching all the way back to the forest, maybe a quarter of a mile. There was no reason at all why anyone would come along this way. We spread out a blanket, stripped down to our bathing suits underneath and sat down to enjoy a light supper of bread, cheese and wine. Afterward, we lay down in the setting sun and relaxed in the warmth. Dylan leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. It went on for a long time. The sun danced across the water, and I felt the warmth growing inside me.
Dylan stood up, unfastened his trunks and announced, "I'm going skinny dipping. Want to come?" Yes, I wanted to come. I got up and began slipping off my maillot as Dylan dropped his swimsuit to the ground, freeing his partially erect penis. The receding sunlight splashed across his pubic bush, highlighting the occasional red hairs among the dark brown thicket. I tossed my suit to the side, and, naked, we held hands and ran into the lake like teenagers.
In the water, we floated on our backs, held each other from front and back, and gently, shyly, touched each other's genitals below the surface. We kissed some more, deeply, pausing to come up and breathe when our heads went under the water. Our tongues met, intertwined, and explored each other's mouths. Dylan floated around behind me and reached around, holding me by the breasts and wrapping his legs around my waist. He wriggled around and rubbed his hard cock against my back.
