Dim hallway glow. 2 AM. Floorboards creak under my slippers. Neighbors snore behind thin doors. My heart thuds. Too hairy forever. Armpit jungle. Nipple fringes. Pubes explode over thighs, creep up ass crack, hide my hole. Shaved for boys. Itched like hell. Regrew stiffer. Virgin till 19. Now 26, starved. Local rag ad: photographer craves bushy cunts. Called. Jean-Paul, 42. Voice smooth. “Come over.” His door: 4B. Next to mine. Didn’t know neighbor. Knock soft. Fist frozen. Steps? No. Door cracks. His eyes gleam. Tall, fit. “You.” Pulls me in. Studio lights flicker. Low hum. “Strip.” Hands shake. Naked. Blush burns. Hands on hips. Click. Flash blinds. “Stand.” Spread thighs. Bush spills. “Perfect. Superb pussy.” Couch next. Lie back. Legs wide. He kneels close. Nose twitches. “So thick.” Turn. Knees up. Ass out. Four paws. Arch deep. Creak. Parquet groans. He gasps. “Hairy crack too? Fuck.” Fingers part cheeks. Poils tangle. Flash pops. Wetness drips. Proud now. His fetish. My shame flipped. Cock tents pants.
Heat builds. Exhibition throbs. First full bush show. No razor. He drops lens. “Want you.” Natural. Lips crash. Hands roam fur. Couch sags. I straddle. 69. His thick cock out. Veiny. Hard. Mouth engulfs. Slurp muffled. Gags quiet. He dives in. Nose buries bush. Sniff deep. Musky. Tongue laps lips. Circles clit through hairs. Moan escapes. Bite lip. Neighbors hear? Door light filters under. Yellow sliver. His tongue climbs. Ass split. Darts anus. Wet probe. Poils wet. Grind face. He bucks. “Cum here.” Face in fur. Cock swells. Hold breath. Splurt. Thick ropes. Swallow hot. Gulp. My quake hits. Juice soaks beard. Gasp stifled.
The Contact
More. He flips. Cock rams pussy. Wet slap. Muffled. Thrusts deep. Bush mats. Grunts low. Floor creaks rhythm. Someone coughs hall? Freeze. Listen. Nothing. Risk spikes cum. Harder. “Ass now.” Lube spit. Head presses ring. Poils part. Inch in. Burn stretch. Full. Pound slow. Hand fists bush. Pulls. Pain pleasure. Whispers, “Love your fur.” Sweat drips. Bedframe? No, couch. Rattles. Light dances under door. Shadow passes? Heart stops. No. Climax builds. Clench. He floods ass. Pull out. Cum leaks fur. Collapse. Pant quiet.
Sneak out. Door clicks soft. Hall empty. Barefoot. Pussy throbs. Ass aches full. Steps echo mine. Door 4A opens. Mrs. L. Yawns. “Night?” Smile tight. “Yeah.” Key fumbles. In. Lock. Lean wall. Pulse races. Secret safe. Bush free forever. Nights with him now. Creep over. Fuck wild. Neighbors clueless.