Hair To Stay Erotica

Amanda sped home, navigating the treacherous “Spaghetti Bowl” freeway snarl with some deft maneuvering, glorying in her knowledge of avoiding the worst of rush hour. As her modern machine hummed beneath her, she felt a rush of pleasure at it’s tactile responses and humming potential power. She understood at times like this why race car drivers loved their sport. Nearing her branch turnoff, she careened powerfully down the ramp and onto her home stretch.

An attractive woman, Amanda prided herself on various things, among which was a sense of organization. She managed a sedentary job well, going to workouts on her lunch hour, then returning, refreshed and showered to her computer and the massive spreadsheets she consulted as a risk analyst for a large international construction firm. The job was interesting enough and she got to travel to far flung places to oversee project changes. Life was good.

She pulled onto her street and noticed Doris’s car out front. Her heart beat a bit faster as she had a vision of their evening out last night. It was the most incredibe night she had ever had. Simply breathtakingly different as well. She pulled the emergency brake and got out, toting her huge purse and the wine she had gotten at the liquor store near work.

Suddenly, she stopped. She leaned against the car on this gorgeously sunlit day and reflected on last night.

She had called Doris from work and mentioned she was interested in “something different”, something fun to do. They had mutually decided going out was obviously part of that and then they opted for a dance club nearby. One could drink there and,if necessary, even walk home. They had put on some fairly scandalously short skirts, makeup, heels, thong panties (”Can’t forget these!”, Doris had laughed) and semi-revealing, well-cleavaged dresses, at that. They laughed at how they “looked like high class whores.” Amanda noticed somehow for the first time, how thick Doris’s patch of pubic hair was. Curly and soft-looking, her fleecy mound was astoundingly thick. For some reason, she could not imagine a man not thinking it was attractive. Her own patch was also a bit thick, and Amanda had also rebelled long since at all the lengths to which women went to disavow what nature had provided, opting to leave her own underarms unshaven. To her, it was a no brainer to leave it grow. “Love me or leave me,” was her attitude.

The club was a disappointment. It seemed all the guys were either nervous or snobby. They had been asked to dance numerous times and they had both enjoyed some fast dancing with all the good music being played, but they ended up quite disappointed in the male quality. Later, Doris had commented: “As a meat market, this is baloney.” which got some hysteric giggles and fearsome glances around them so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings. Then they laughed at that. Bottom line, they did have fun, but with each other. It got better.

They had opted to dance together when they heard a song they could not sit for. “Fuck it”, they figured, “I love this song and if no one asks, I’m going to dance to it.” They wheeled out onto the dance floor and began jitterbugging together, meeting hands, twirling each other around, sometimes giggling madly and vamping at one another. They wore huge smiles and could care less about anyone’s attitude there. It was delightful.

As the song developed some steam, Doris twirled Amanda in a circle, catching her across the breasts inadvertently. She smiled at Amanda and she grabbed a tit in her hand, mocking some forward male who had indeed tried that earlier, a brazen loser “wanting a home run without touching first base”, as they has laughed. Amanda was amazed at hoe good it felt and let her hold it, smiling widely in mock surprise. In fact, she felt moisture between her legs, almost automatic and unbidden. She attributed it to the rush of fun and the hormones so obviously infecting the local bar air. They finished the dance and went back to the table, hoisting the remainders of their wines and feeling just a bit tipsy. “Let’s get out of here, Doris,” Amanda had said. And they left.

Arriving home, they once again tackled a good white wine, sitting together on the couch, recapping the night’s events. They were laughing again, both of them, regarding some guy who had been as stiff as a board, trying “come on lines” from absolute hell. Hysterical, they developed some off shoots of those lines, giggling furiously. When Amanda stentoriously yelled out “Hey, Baby, what do you think of my impressive Bulge?”, Doris reached for her crotch, running her hand up her dress and, holding then cupping Amanda’s furry pussy, she asked “What bulge?” and laughed. But she left her hand there and Amanda did not stop her. In fact Doris found herself moving it, running her fingers up under Amanda’s hairy mound and onto her slit itself. She pushed a finger inside. Amanda moaned and leaned back, exposing it more, spreading her legs. She acted suddenly hypnotized by the sensuality of the evening and the sensation Doris exploited.

Doris kept it up, running a finger inside then back out of Amanda’s very hirsute snatch. She joined another finger, slowly and competently finger fucking Amanda quietly and expertly, but not deep. She leaned in and pulled Amanda’s dress above her waist, exposing Amanda’s furry crotch and the tiny thong panties which were useless in hiding it. Doris’s hand went to her own breasts, cupping on then the other, then squeezing as Amanda watched. It was getting more than warm.

Amanda reached over and removed Doris’s dress, revealing a generously-endowed woman. Huge tits fell out, bra less, and Amanda cupped them, then squeezed them both herself. Doris also had underarm hair, which made Amanda leak juices she did not know she had. Seeing that thick patch of unshorn armpit hair sent her to a place she had never been. She twirled that gorgeous and fleecy hair in her fingers, then ran her hand back down to Doris’s amazing tits.

Doris stopped her manipulations long enough to help Amanda remove her stuff now. Finally they sat, quietly, naked and both astounded at their own feelings.

Slowly, Amanda reached out to touch Doris’s own fleecy patch of pussy hair. Her won pantings had become audible, as had Doris’s. It was definitely “on” now. Running her fingers up Doris’s ;leg, she felt she had hit some elcritc point of lust, where she could feel every single hot spot on Doris’s body. She suddenly realized as a woman that Doris knew hers as well. Their manipulations were building to a crescendo already.

When Doris finally got out of Amanda’s embrace and slid herself into position on her knees in front of Amanda’s open legs, she felt Amanda’s hand running through her hair, moaning deliciously. Doris had never wanted anything quite so bad now as to taste Amanda’s flocculent pussy. The hairy mat beckoned her mouth and lips, as she slid out her tongue and struck pussy gold. Amanda seized her legs up as tight as drums and began cumming. Through her dense, glistening bush, juices began emitting from Amanda’s stressed, hot pussy. Amazingly quantities gushed forth and Doris felt herself lapping at the soft petals of Amanda’ s pussy itself, encouraging yet more. It was the single hottest experience she had ever had.