Hair To Stay Erotica

Walking the beat again was refreshing to Mike. After 27 years on the force, some even spent as Detective, Mike had asked form something else. The loss in pay bothered him less too since he had invested well and his kids were now gone. No, he wanted something else besides just the routineness of evil and the disappointments people had become. Mike literally asked for a job, walking a beat. And he was glad, now. Here on the streets of Portland, he knew all the whores by their first names. He had popped the same kids for selling drugs a few times, but they knew he would not hesitate to do it again. He was still trim and strong as an ox. He had boxed Golden Gloves and done well. He was always overmatching anyone wanting some of that. Mike laughed to himself, “50 is the new 30!”.

What he found most surprising about aging is how fucking horny he had become. Maybe it was some fear of losing it, he didn’t know. His wife has tuned him out long ago, invested in her social life, selling insurance and real estate. She was developing a career now and she had laughed at Mike for wanting to make less money. Mike had shrugged. He was used to her and he realized their days were numbered. He had a couple of pretty good stand-by’s and they seemed to enjoy that he was relishing this new sexual exploration and energy. “No,” Mike thought to himself, “life is pretty fucking good.”

He passed by a Lingerie store downtown and peered inside. Someone had robbed it a month ago, so it had become a regular stop. A nice-looking lady was arranging phones in the window, full-breasted with a plunging neckline sweater on and gorgeous in the face. Mike started, wincing at how his cock responded like some other puppet on a stick. “My fucking meat puppet,” he laughed to himself. “Little bastard owns me.” It was very early and he had not seen this one before. “Dam, she’s smokin’ hot,” Mike rumbled to himself. “I’d hit it.” As he said it, she leaned in toward the window. Her top was hanging somewhat loose and Mike had the very pleasant vista of two full tits, nearly fully revealed under her baggy top. He could not tear his eyes away.

She looked up, leaning in, and smiled at Mike. She adjusted nothing, just bent there, smiling away and looking into his eyes. Something resonated, Mike could sense a secret communication and he knew exactly what it was. “Fucking A, she wants it,” Mike marvelled. He wondered if he should maybe get inside to ask her out sometime. She sure looked worth the effort.

She raised up suddenly and went to answer what seemed to be a phone. Mike prepared to move on, rearranging his pants which had become somewhat disorderly from his raging hard on. Again, she smiled at him from across the window at her desk. Mike was in wonder at how closely she watched him. Surely this was some bizarre miss. He readied to leave, looking down the street and noticed something in the corner of his vision. She had crossed the room and was opening her door. She leaned out her door and looked at Mike.

“Can I make you a coffee, officer? It looks cold out there and I won’t be opening for almost 2 hours. I could use some company if you don’t mind.” she said smiling and looking radiant. Mike was startled at his quick response.

“Gladly, Ma’am. That sounds perfect!” Mike strolled over, towering over this petite Lingerie saleslady and followed her inside. Stomping his feet at the entry, she bustled forward to a coffee serving area.

“All I have is decaf, sorry, I forgot. I bet a big strong guy like you likes his coffee stiff enough to walk on,” she laughingly blurted.

“No,” laughed Mike right back, ” I like it any old way. Besides, just admiring the view is worth whatever you served.”

That got an appreciative giggle and her face reddened. He could see she was flushing. He wondered why. He took the plunge.

“I’m Mike, not “officer”,” Mike offered.

“Hello, Mike, I am Lisa. Delighted to know you. When I saw you out there, I felt so warm and secure, knowing you look and actually take care to see what’s going in these offices. I’ve watched you before actually.”

“Oh?” Mike’s eyebrows raised inquiringly.

“Oh yes, Mike. You have a gorgeous stride to you. It’s really quite attractive. I have a thing about how men walk. One day I watched you all the way down the street. I actually left the door to go out and see you a bit longer.” She smiled at that, looking up from her work. “You are a nice sight to see, Mike.”

She handed him his coffee, but he made no move towards it. Instead, he reached out under her offered arms and, throwing caution to the wind, he pressed the back of his fingers against her breast. Her intake of breath was sudden but she made no move to change a thing. Mike’s hand took this cue and cupped it then. “You have gorgeous breasts, Lisa,” he said. “You liked me seeing them didn’t you?” Mike curled his fingers, shaping her breasts now in both hands and squeezed. “Is there somewhere more private?”

“Yes,” she said and immediately turned to pace into a small office enclosure. There was a big sofa there, with a desk. She turned at the desk and, looking directly at Mike, she removed her sweater. pulling it over her head. She paused, loking again at Mike. “I’ve dreamt about this, Mike,” she whispered.

Mike set his jacket aside. As he did so, she continued disrobing. He noticed she had unshaven underarms and he found them sexy and bushy. He reached out to touch them, curling them in his fingers.

“I don’t shave. I never have, I hope you don’t mind,” she said.

“No, babe, I love them. Take the rest of your stuff off, I want to look at you” Mike replied and he continued his fascination with her underarm hair. The fleecy softness of it inflamed Mike and as he watched her strip, he could not help but notice she had a very furry patch at her pussy. Her thong panties revealed a mat, a hirsute patch adorning her snatch and he reached for it now. As he did so, she reached for Mike’s cock. They stood in this position for long moments, Lisa running her hand over the front of his pants and allowing Mike free reign in exploring her very bushy pussy with his big hands. His gentle touch coursed through her cunt hair like an electric prod as she jumped more than once as Mike discovered yet another hot spot.

She put both hands now on his dick and Mike pushed her back against the desk. She was totally naked. Mike breathed heavily as her hands undid his fly and released his cock. Her warm touch made him catch his breath. He felt her fuzzy muff with his hand, running fingers all along the outline of her pubic hair, then running back in, now cupping her pussy with his hand, her thick bush tickling his fingers. Her legs caught his hand as she gasped, freezing it there and she began convulsing in orgasm, right in his hands. Her flocculent dense mat of pussy hair now gaining even more moisture as he stood there. She was putty in his hands and it filled with with an insane lust.

She was clearly milking him now and he felt his cock preparing to burst from her amazingly soft warm hands’ ministrations. As he plied his own hand throughout her astounding hairy pussy, he felt himself prepare to release, now impossible to stop. Reluctant to change positions, our hot honey with her hirsute snatch jacked him off. He came in a rush, splashing over her hands like soapy water, the volume amazing him. Spurt after spurt of cum drenched her hands as she bent backwards in Ecstasy at his own fondlings. They both came in a rush of fluids, her thick bush of gorgeous brunette pubic hair completely drenched in his cum and her own.