***** Note: If you haven't read the original "Super Swimmers" story on my profile, I'd strongly suggest you read that first. This story serves as a "Chapter 2" for it. *****

It's now been about 3 years since I anonymously fathered a child with my boss Naomi. She barely even acknowledges me anymore. It really is like she is out of my league - much like she was at high school - but not just towards me. Naomi is the same towards any guy who thinks he might stand half a chance at getting her into bed. It just doesn't happen. I still don't know how I managed it myself.

This stunningly hot business-minded woman had discreetly arranged a meeting with me a few years back when I found myself without a job, and I needed a new one fast.
The good old grapevine had worked in my favour. Naomi had a position available for me with an impressively high wage, but her offer "came" with a catch...
You see, Naomi had become aware that I have an abnormally high sperm count. She had overheard a bragging session with my mates one day.
After an impressively solid career of climbing the corporate ladder as a single woman in her mid-30s, with no time for a family, Naomi had wanted a child she could raise on her own - but without the "test tube shit" to conceive, as she had called it.

So, I did what I had to do for her... and for me. And I loved every minute of it! I still have the memories to keep for the 'spank bank' whenever I'm alone. But of course I have to keep my mouth shut at work so that no one else knows our secret. Just for you though, you can go back and read the original story for every intimate detail!

Since her return to work from maternity leave, Naomi is now some kind of super mum. Somehow managing to juggle the full-time corporate life of meetings and presentations in the office, with the more delicate side of raising our... her... young daughter. She's mine - well, biologically, but I had hurriedly signed the contract that Naomi put in front of me before we did the deed. I'm not responsible for anything financially or emotionally. And I'm still ok with that for now. I haven't felt ready for kids. I've been introduced as "Uncle Adrian" a couple of times, and maybe one day I might get the chance to be more active in their lives.
For now though, Naomi has returned as the cool, calm and sexy boss who never lets anything slip to her staff about her personal life. Some of the guys in the office still occasionally whisper theories about who they think Naomi's baby-xxxxxxxxx is. If only they knew the truth...

"Adrian... a moment please..." Naomi had appeared in the doorway of the staff kitchen room and interrupted my daydreaming. With a slight nod of her head, she was motioning for me to follow her down the corridor into her office. Immediately I wondered what I had done wrong and why I was in trouble. Lunch break had finished 5 minutes ago, the staff room had suddenly emptied, and I probably should have returned to work like everyone else by now.

Naomi walked ahead of me on the way to her office and, as usual, made no conversation. I could smell her sweet strong perfume as I stared ahead at her black hair, pulled back tightly into a bun; her equally as dark business suit, with a skirt finishing at her knees. Her perfectly trim figure and well-rounded ass...
I found myself remembering back to that first night of our baby-making; walking into Naomi's steamy bathroom as she showered. Seeing her totally naked for the first time. Her back towards me, the water droplets running down to the silky pale contours of her butt, meeting in the middle at her crack as the water dripped to the floor... and the excited feeling of butterflies as I accepted her invitation to join her in the shower...
The clicking sound of Naomi's office door closing behind us snapped me back into the present moment, and Naomi told me to sit down across from her at the desk.

"I've got another business proposal for you to consider", Naomi said to me confidently with a slight smile. It was a smile I hadn't seen from her since that baby-making-job-recruitment proposal in this same office all those years ago.
"You... do?" I asked her with uncertainty in my voice. Was she asking me to father a sibling for Ruby? Sort of. But not how I would have imagined.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this to people..." Naomi started, with less confidence and more guilt this time. "I recently told a friend about your... umm... swimmers", she said. "This friend of mine and her hubby can't conceive a second child. They've been trying for years..." Naomi's blue eyes stared into mine intensely as she tried to keep her manager facade in place.
"I'm wondering if you'd like to help them out. The same way you helped me..."
Instantly my mind went into overdrive. It was now becoming even more obvious that I really wouldn't get the chance to sleep with Naomi again if she is suggesting I have sex with someone else.

"I, well, I mean, I guess I'd need to think about it... and to find out a bit more about who it is", I stumbled through my words to get out a reply.
"Here. It's my friend Chrissy", Naomi said to me as she passed me her phone with a family picture she'd found on Facebook. "Chrissy, with her hubby and their son Jack, but they can't complete their family without a donor..."
I grabbed Naomi's phone and had a closer look. "Hang on! Isn't that Christine Wellings from the news?!?" I asked, shocked that I recognised this 'friend' of Naomi's from TV.
Naomi's facial expression suddenly turned serious like I'd said something I shouldn't.

"This conversation needs to stay strictly confidential, Adrian", Naomi spoke sternly and lowered her voice. "When you're in the public spotlight like Chrissy is, there's a lot of scrutiny from everyone. Part of the reason I suggested you as a donor is because you look a bit like her husband Jarrod. The baby would still have a likeness to the family."
I had another look at the picture. Jarrod was a bit more muscular than me, but we're both light haired and with blue eyes.
I then looked closer at Christine. It seemed strange to see her away from the TV news desk and in a happy family photo. I'd always found her pretty attractive. Shoulder length dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a real trademark smile with perfect white teeth.

"Christine Wellings would be in her 40s or something, wouldn't she?" I asked Naomi.
"Yeah, that's right", Naomi responded. "The clock is ticking for her. She won't want to be too much older and trying to have another baby. So they want to get on with it as soon as possible. The infertility issues are with Jarrod and it seems to have happened since Jack was born about 10 years ago."
I had vaguely remembered the hosts on TV making a big deal about Christine's pregnant belly just before she went off to have her first baby. I hadn't seen much of her body on screen most of the time because she's usually seated behind the news desk.
Unsurprisingly, Christine had a great figure. Definitely fuckable. Imagine getting to have sex with someone famous from TV, I thought to myself. Jarrod's done well. But I couldn't help feeling sympathy for the guy if he can no longer knock up his wife. So many thoughts were running around in my head. So many questions.

"So what do you think?" Naomi asked me, once again bringing me back into reality. "I...errr... maybe?" My reply made it sound like I was hesitant. I was simply shocked. "Why don't you meet with them and get to know Chrissy and Jarrod. It'll help you make your mind up. They're a lovely family." Naomi had just written down Christine's phone number on a piece of paper for me and was sliding it in my direction across her desk. She briefly pulled back on me taking it from her; long enough to give me another stern warning. "This number is for you, and only you. Christine's privacy is very important to her, but she's expecting your call."
Once again, my boss was delivering me some management talk and she knew I could never say no to her.

I almost didn't recognise Christine Wellings when I met up for coffee with her and Jarrod down the quiet end of a Melbourne cafe. It was the lack of her thick makeup and perfectly styled hair that I'd expected to see after watching her on TV for so many years. She was also dressed more casually than I was used to seeing on screen, with a light pink hoodie and black lycra pants. But when she stood up to greet me with her warm smile, I instantly felt comfortable. It was difficult to decide whether she looked better in person or on TV!
"Hi Christine! Great to meet you", I said.
"Please, call me Chrissy", she replied as we sat down opposite each other.
I didn't get the same warmth from Jarrod. He barely smiled as he extended his arm to shake my hand. It was obvious that he felt very uncomfortable with this arrangement.

Jarrod didn't say much as we eased into some small talk at the table. The weather was becoming clear and sunny after a rainy morning. Chrissy had missed her daily morning run because of this, and had told me she was considering a gym session before she heads into the studio for tonight's news.
Half an hour in, as Chrissy excused herself to go to the bathroom, there had still been no discussion about why we were there. That's when Jarrod finally decided to speak to me.

"Here. You'll be signing this", Jarrod said bluntly as he passed me a contract very similar to the one I had to sign for Naomi. It was an agreement drawn up by a lawyer that removed me from any financial or emotional connection to the resulting offspring of the pregnancy, and stating that I will not be on the birth certificate.
"It's okay mate, I'm happy to sign. All I want to do is just help y..." I was cut off mid-sentence as Jarrod continued his frosty interaction with me.
"You'll be undergoing full blood tests and checks for diseases too before I Iet you go anywhere near her, and if you think this is just an easy way to sleep with my wife, you'd better think again. This won't be a simple and easy fuck to satisfy your fantasies, so don't go getting any ideas", he continued.
"Wh... I'm sorry, what do you mean?" I asked Jarrod - confused, and suddenly unsure if I should be doing this at all.

"Sorry about that. Now... where were we?" Chrissy had returned from the bathroom and the uncomfortable conversation with Jarrod quickly ended.
Chrissy and I agreed that I would arrange for my own lawyer to check over the document before I sign it, I told her I'd send her a copy of my test results, and we agreed to meet up in about 9 or 10 days when she said she would be most fertile.

As the days drew closer towards the date of our insemination, I couldn't help but wonder what Jarrod meant when he said this would 'not be a simple and easy fuck'. I was feeling flat after his harsh words.
I began making more of an effort to watch the nightly news updates on TV with the incredibly sexy Christine Wellings. It didn't seem real that I would very soon get to see her naked and have sex with her!

It was Friday night. I'd just finished watching Chrissy's final news report for the week as I showered and got dressed, ready to meet up with her and Jarrod at a Melbourne hotel as agreed.
I took a deep breath as I knocked on their hotel room door and awaited an answer.

I didn't have to wait long, as the surly Jarrod opened the door and motioned for me to enter. I nervously sat down and he told me that Chrissy was having a shower.
"Do you know what 'PI' is?" he asked me as he skipped the pleasantries of a friendly greeting.
"I... uh..." was all I could manage to say before Jarrod continued.
"'PI' stands for Partial Intercourse. You're going to sit in that corner and jerk yourself off. I'll be fucking my wife on the bed and making her cum. And then when YOU'RE ready to cum, you'll enter her and shoot your load. That's the only time you will be allowed to touch her, and you'll be keeping your hands to yourself. Then you will need to leave. Got it?"
I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't picture it being like this. I'd never done anything sexual with another guy in the same room before, and I didn't know if I would be able to do it with him watching. Would I even be able to get hard?

The awkward silence in the room was interrupted when the bathroom door opened and Chrissy came out wearing a white bathrobe. She gave me a warm smile as she made her way to the bed where Jarrod was waiting. Suddenly I was more nervous than ever! And Chrissy's warm smile seemed different. I got the impression that she was nervous too. "Are you sure you're ok with all of this?" she asked me, and all I could do was just nod my head. I'd seen porn before, but I'd never actually watched two people in the flesh having sex right in front of me!

Chrissy's attention then turned away from me as she moved in towards Jarrod and they began to kiss. My first instinct was to look away, but I was also drawn to just keep watching.
I was the third wheel in this room, and the whole situation began to feel very real as Chrissy and Jarrod's kisses became more and more passionate. Their open mouths allowed their tongues to dance and play.

Chrissy soon unzipped Jarrod's fly and pulled his underwear down. His shaft, already half erect, sprang out as it was freed from his pants. It looked as though he was about the same size as me, but I felt sympathy as I remembered that he could no longer impregnate his own wife.
Jarrod let out a low moan as Chrissy started pumping his member with her hand.

At the same time, Chrissy opened the top of her bathrobe and allowed it to fall away from her shoulders onto the bed - exposing her fine breasts. They were well shaped for a mother in her 40s. Her nipples seemed to be erect and pointed straight ahead.
It was very clear that Chrissy and Jarrod were undeterred by my presence as their foreplay continued. Surprisingly, this made me relax more too.

Jarrod stood up from the side of the bed, his penis now fully erect, and motioned for Chrissy to stand up too, which she did. The bathrobe she was wearing fell to the floor, and suddenly Chrissy was totally naked in front of me!
I could feel some movement downstairs as the beginning of my own erection began to form in my pants. With both Jarrod and Chrissy now completely undressed, I felt like it was appropriate for me to be the same.

I sat back down on the chair again, free of all my clothes, to continue watching this private show. The chair was in the corner of the room near the head of the bed, and the action was now playing out down the other end. I found myself wishing I was in the opposite corner so I could have a better view, but I decided I should stay where I was so it wouldn't distract them in their moment.
Chrissy had her hands on the bed, facing towards my direction, her head down and her butt in the air. Jarrod had moved in behind her and was eating her out. One hand was reached around to rub Chrissy's clit from the front. His other hand was clasped, rubbing his own erect member. I could hear her gently moaning as Jarrod moved between licking and sucking both her pussy and asshole.

After a short while, a very worked-up Chrissy began breathing heavily and she whispered to Jarrod, "Quick, get in, get in!" As her husband and sex partner of many years, he knew exactly what to do. Chrissy stayed where she was, and Jarrod manoeuvred 180 degrees to climb up underneath her. Chrissy was now on top, lowering her hips down, as Jarrod was inserting himself into her paradise. There was a gentle moan from them both as he eased inside her.

While this was happening, my hand was now firmly around my own desperately erect cock, and coated in sticky pre-cum. I had to stop myself from pumping it up and down, afraid that I would accidentally blow too soon. So hard to resist!

"Uh...uh... oh my GODDDD", Even though Chrissy was on top, it was Jarrod putting in the hard work - thrusting upwards inside her, and his pace suddenly quickened to meet Chrissy's demand for it. There was no mistaking that she was on the verge of orgasm, and her body had now tensed.
Her breathing seemed to temporarily stop and her face contorted with her eyes closed, and her mouth was open - a vast difference to the warm smile I see from her on TV every night. A long continuous moan then escaped from her as Chrissy reached her climax.
Jarrod slowed down his pace but continued to penetrate her as Chrissy's eyes opened and locked onto mine in the corner of the room. The timing seemed more right than ever. The invitation was there.

I had work to do.

I raised myself from my chair, stood up, and let my erect and drooling dick lead me towards the action. "Honey, he's ready". Chrissy had interrupted Jarrod's thrusting and he quickly stopped.
"She's ready for you", Jarrod said to me as he reluctantly pulled out of her, stood up, and moved away from the bed.

"Ok babe, you know what to do", he instructed his wife, and Chrissy immediately prepared herself for me.
Keeping her head down on the bed and rear end in the air, Chrissy put her hands behind her and pulled her butt cheeks wide open for me - giving me my best view of the whole night!
A tight puckered asshole sitting nicely above an even prettier pussy - pink and still gently pulsating from her orgasm just moments earlier. With Jarrod having just vacated and leaving a slight gape, my entrance into Chrissy's love canal was clear and I could see my way in.

I gave my raging hard cock some last minute pumps to make sure I really was on the edge, and I then allowed myself to push forward inside her.
Heaven. It was just the right amount of tightness, the perfect warmth, and comfortably wet for me to do what was needed. I wasn't the least bit affected by this unusual situation and neither was Chrissy.
With me now firmly inside her, Chrissy moved her hands away from her raised butt and put them back onto the bed to support herself. I thrusted forward as hard as I could, and Chrissy pushed back.
It was approaching.
I felt the release building up within me faster than I'd have imagined it would, and I guess it was quicker than I'd hoped. But this was the purpose I was there for.
The feeling did not disappoint. My orgasm was erupting and I had to lean forward onto the padding of Chrissy's butt to stop myself from falling over! This was powerful!
"FARRRK!" I grunted as wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through me - my cock twitching uncontrollably as my sperm shot its way into Chrissy's waiting vagina.

"Ohhh... THAT... was good!" I said aloud to Chrissy as I caught my breath and recovered from my climax. She let out a little laugh as I pulled out of her. I had to quickly regain my composure as I suddenly remembered the cold words from Jarrod. After all, my job was done and he would be wanting his wife back.
I looked over at Jarrod and he was cleaning up from his own messy finish on the chair I had been seated in earlier.

We said our goodbyes, I left the hotel room and made my way back to my car; somewhat saddened that it was all over. I just had sex with TV's Christine Wellings! Most guys would give anything for that chance!
I had done what I was asked to do, but I hardly had a moment to stop, breathe in, and fully enjoy it. The memory of seeing Chrissy naked was already fading fast. I didn't even know whether she had a shaved or hairy pussy. Usually I'd remember a detail like that.

I was surprised, and somewhat worried, to get a phone call from Jarrod the next day.
"Adrian... it's Jarrod Wellings. Can we talk?"
"Ummm... yeah sure I guess", came my perplexed reply.
"I've been a bit rough on you", he started.
"Don't worry about it mate, no stress...", I replied.
I've just had sex with this man's wife and he had to watch. All because he can't get her pregnant himself. I couldn't imagine how he must have felt.
"No. It was unfair. You're helping us to have a baby so that we can complete our family", he continued. "Chrissy's here with me now..."
"Hey Adrian!" she chimed in.
"... And we want to know whether you'd be happy for a round 2 with her... But without me here this time."
I couldn't believe it.
Jarrod went on to say that the two of them had talked since last night, and they had decided to try an open relationship. Discretely, of course, to protect Chrissy's public reputation.
Apparently they'd been thinking about it for a while, and tonight Jarrod was going out on his own to meet someone.
Last night's hotel room had been booked for a second night. And I had no plans.

This time when I knocked on the door, I was greeted by Chrissy's amazing smile. Her makeup and hair were on point, like she was about to read the news; but her black lingerie suggested otherwise.
"Bubbles?" she asked me as she opened a bottle of champagne.
"Sure!" I replied as I sat down on the bed, watching her ass behind the lacy G-string thong she was wearing.
"Jarrod has already gone for the night, so it's just us" Chrissy told me with a smile.
We clinked our glasses together, toasted to our 'baby making' and sat on the bed. But a few sips was all I was able to drink. Chrissy reached forward and kissed me.

She was a strong kisser and took charge with no nonsense. Our tongues met and her hands went wandering. First my belt. Then my zip. Needless to say, I was already erect - and it appeared that Chrissy was just as excited. In turn, I moved my hand down to her satin underwear and felt the dampness underneath it.
I moved the black g-string aside and my finger effortlessly sunk between her wet and soft inner lips. She let out a gasp.

By this time, it was clear that Chrissy wanted to taste me. She was gradually lowering herself down, kisses on the side of my neck, and she made her way down my bare chest with more kisses until she reached the goods. Hungry for the same, I managed to guide her around so that she was facing away from me. Her ass in my face.
I hadn't 69ed for many years, and it was great to be up close and personal with Chrissy! I removed her underwear like an excited kid on Christmas morning.

Neatly trimmed pubic hair is what I found, and I quickly had it in my face. My experience of the previous night was now just a distant memory as I took my time to explore Chrissy in greater detail.
The feeling of her tongue and lips as she devoured my rock hard cock was driving me crazy, and I set to work on returning the favour.
With both hands, I prized her lower hairy lips open and basked in the sweet pinkness of Chrissy's spread vagina. Her natural scent welcomed me in. My nose was up against her asshole as I drilled into her glistening wet pussy with my tongue, then latched onto her clit to suck it. This drove her wild. Chrissy's moaning was vibrating on my cock as she continued to swallow it down.

But I couldn't allow myself to finish in her mouth. There was an important place for my seed, and we both knew it. As if she had read my mind, Chrissy rose up from my crotch and turned around to face me. Together, we guided my hardness into her opening. It disappeared as effortlessly as my fingers had earlier.
Holding Chrissy's breasts, cupped in my hands, I let her ride me. For some reason I had it in my mind that, being a celebrity, her tits would be fake. But these were very real. And mine to enjoy in this moment.

As I felt myself slowly heading towards a climax, I pulled out and changed positions. Chrissy went along with it, and we moved around so that I was on top.
As soon as my super hard penis met with her warm and accommodating pussy again, I knew there wouldn't be much longer to go.
I was able to hold off and slow down with some more kissing; making out while I kept myself inside her, but soon I couldn't hold back any longer.
My pace quickened. Chrissy's moans increased. "I'm cumming!" she screamed.
"Uuughhh, me too!" I said as I gave one final thrust and collapsed on top of her into orgamic bliss - both of us shaking uncontrollably. I could feel my excited member spasming inside her, spurt after spurt.

More kissing followed as I stayed on top and inside her - our bodies gradually relaxing.
We did it again another two times that night. Once in bed, and once in the shower.

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Watching TV about 6 months later, and I saw a familiar sight. It was Chrissy Wellings again, doing her final signoff at the end of the bulletin. Her last one for a while. Her co-host handed her some flowers and we got to see her pregnant belly.

A few months after that, and there was a story at the end of the news that caught my interest. "Much-loved news anchor, our very own Christine Wellings has given birth to a healthy baby boy today. Husband Jarrod and their eldest son Jack are thrilled with the happy arrival."
I couldn't help but think to myself, I bet my boss will be proud of me!

Some may call it picking the low-hanging fruit, but for me, I prefer to think of it as exploring the bush growing down below...

As a man in my early 30s it's been a trend for my whole sex life so far that all the girls I've been with have been shaved downstairs, and the curiosity was starting to build. I'd seen the memes, I'd even seen the occasional porn movie from the 70s, and I know that the women in the generations before me always had the big muff style going on.

I'd never had trouble getting together with the opposite sex - I've had a few relationships over the years and my fair share of Tinder hookups too, but, as it's the second decade of the 2000s, it seems everyone is sticking with the bald playing field. It was time to explore something a bit different. And my way of getting there was a change from normal too!

Even though I'd had the hunt for hair-pie in mind for a while, I wasn't exactly on the mission to meet someone when I met the woman who would change my pubic preferences. It was firmly on my mind though, on a quiet night at home, as I casually browsed my way onto the Wikipedia "Pubic Hair" page.
Eagerly, I clicked my way onto an image which showed an adult woman's muff close-up.
I liked what I saw. At first glance, it was just a dark brown mass; roughly in the shape of a triangle. The closer I looked and zoomed in on the photo with my phone, I paid attention to the edges. I could see some individual hairs wildly poking out in all directions.
The mound was so thick and dense that there was no sign of a slit; it was almost hard to believe an actual pussy opening was hiding somewhere beneath all of this hair!
Pale white skin surrounding this intimate body part, the photo showed just a small amount of belly above her wonderful lady-garden. I started to wonder who volunteered this photo to the world. Who does this bush belong to?
Uploaded and visible on this all-ages encyclopedia site, the picture was definitely not intended to be sexual, but I surprised myself when I felt my manhood starting to grow hard inside my pants! With a username below the image, I decided I would make a half-hearted attempt at getting to know the person behind it. If that was even possible.

I mean, the Wiki username "S@sha1974" could just belong to some random person who collects hairy vagina pictures and uploads them to educational information websites - the picture may not actually be her own, I thought. But what if it is? Who is S@sha1974? Assuming it's a "she" and her name is Sasha...
My question was quickly answered when I followed the link to this Wiki user's brief profile. Not a lot of information there, but I did see that her name is Sasha - Sasha Levi, and the image was labelled as her "own work".

I quickly realised I had spent nearly half an hour on this unusually bizarre exercise - it was now quite late at night and I had work the next morning. While it was not something I ever thought I would find myself doing - researching pubes on Wikipedia, and then finding out more about a single image I found on there, I decided to proceed for a bit longer to see what I could discover - and I'm glad I did.

I Googled Sasha's full name and found that she is a professional photographer. Her website showed a vast range of images - some of scenery, some of models, even a few wedding shots. But it was a couple of images towards the back of her catalogue that caught my attention in more ways than one.

Two nude photos - and they were no ordinary nudes. This woman, standing alone in a scenic environment beside a waterfall, was naturally stunning! The first showed her with her back to the camera, looking at the gushing water as if she was about to dive in. A nice figure - not too thin, but certainly not overweight, and straight dark brown hair that reached about halfway down to her perfectly rounded butt.
"Girl, you need more confidence! Get out there again!"
"Sash, I wish you would appear in more photos yourself! Gorgeous!"
Several comments like this were posted underneath the picture, and I suddenly realised THIS was Sasha! I was even more impressed when I saw the next picture...

In the same setting, this time Sasha was facing the camera. She wasn't smiling, but instead held an intense stare with some piercing blue eyes that invited me to join her in this serene environment. At a guess, she looked like she would be in her late 30s, and after recalling her Wiki username, I realised 1974 must be her birth year. Barely a wrinkle on her face, this was a woman who took care of her complexion.
Medium breasts with nipples that pointed directly towards the camera, a belly with some subtle rounded curves either side, and a sight that had caught my curiosity earlier in the night - a full bush. THE bush! The photo I had seen on Wikipedia was a close-up of what I was now looking at!
If female pubic hair is against current fashion trends, it sure wasn't out of place in this picture - on this beautiful naked woman appearing on my phone right now.
The exact same shade of dark brown hair as on her head, Sasha's muff was full yet feminine. No hair on her legs or under her arms from what I could see, but the hair around her private bits was plentiful. It was also trimmed to stay tidy if she was to wear a bathing suit. But there was no shred of clothing here - and barely anything left to my imagination! Still, my mind wandered anyway...

Before I knew it, I had my pants down and my hard cock in hand. It was like Sasha was staring into my eyes, daring me to take her. Beckoning me to lay her down beside this waterfall, open her legs and immerse myself in this bush. Fingers and maybe tongue, I imagined myself parting her natural hair and seeing where it leads to. An opening made for my now almost-exploding cock. The purple head at the top of my stiff shaft was still hardening in my fist as I pumped myself, gradually faster and faster, until I let go and groaned - pleasure raced through my body in waves. My right hand was now covered in my warm seed.
Spent, I drifted off to sleep with Sasha and her bush on my mind.

My alarm woke me up and I was suddenly wide awake. Surprisingly, after a later night than usual, I wasn't too tired and felt somewhat ready to face another day in the office. My first thought was Sasha. Where was she from? Does she still have that glorious mound between her legs? I wonder if she is single?

I couldn't wait to finish work and explore Sasha's website some more. I was pleased when I stumbled onto an "About Me" page. The first thing that caught my eye was that she was from the same country and state as me. In fact, Sasha was based just two hours away!
At the bottom of the page, Sasha had written that she is always on the lookout for any new subjects/models to photograph, so she could expand and freshen her portfolio.
Any thoughts of me possibly appearing creepy or desperate went out the window as I clicked on a link to email her, and found myself starting to type a message. I introduced myself and complimented her on the photos I had seen. I also told her about the photography course I had done (neglecting to mention it was way back in high school), and offered to appear as a subject for her photos if she was interested. There was a hint of regret when I pressed "Send". Honestly, what did I expect to happen if I ever met her?!?

I definitely wasn't expecting to see a reply from her later in the night. Sasha greeted me by warmly receiving my compliment, and was happy to accept my offer of a photoshoot if I could spare the time. Apparently a shoot scheduled for tomorrow had cancelled on her, and she asked if there was any slim chance I would be available tomorrow. Really?!?! Of course I'd be available!

I took a sick day off work and started my drive up the mountain towards the address Sasha had provided on her website. We agreed to meet sometime before lunch, so I left home quite early in the morning. Sasha lived on a property in some quiet bushland, which backed onto the waterfall I had seen in the photos. I smiled to myself in amusement when I realised I was interested in a woman with a bush, who lived IN the bush! It wasn't long before I drove in through an open gate, parked the car and stepped out.

"Nice place!" I exclaimed as I walked up the gravel driveway towards a woman wearing a brown vest with a pale green shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up, and faded blue jeans. She was accompanied by a medium-sized dog that trotted beside her as she approached me with a handshake.
"You must be Alvin!" she said.
"I'm Sasha. Great to meet you. Come on in!"
Sasha didn't look unattractive in her outdoor/farming clothes, but she was nowhere near as feminine as she appeared in those nude photos I had stumbled across two nights ago. It was a surreal feeling, walking behind her as she led me into her kitchen, knowing I had seen her naked ass before.

Sasha and I chatted over coffee and I learned that she mostly maintained the farm on her own since her husband had left 5 years earlier; and it was just herself and her school-aged daughter living there. Sasha mostly worked from home as a photographer - taking professional photos for weddings etc around the outside of the house and inside her home studio.

I admit that I didn't fully take in all of what Sasha was saying to me. My brain had stopped at the part where she revealed she was single, and I again found myself thinking about what I saw under her clothes in those amazing nude photos.

"So, I... errr... saw that you sometimes appear in your own photos, Sasha..." I felt my face grow hot as I blurted out this awkward line.
"Yeah..." Sasha replied slowly, briefly glancing down into her coffee and seeming somewhat uncomfortable. "I don't really do that anymore. It was just a thing I was experimenting with. Just a phase..." Sasha almost sounded nervous as she answered me, possibly just realising that I had seen her naked.

Neither of us spoke for what seemed like a minute, but was probably more like 5-10 seconds. "Please tell me you haven't seen THOSE photos, Alvin!" Sasha finally broke the silence, with a face that was quickly turning into the shade of embarrassment.
Unsure of how to respond, I just stared back with what I hoped was no expression on my face. It seems I had said enough though.

"So you've seen me naked!?!?" Sasha was obviously uncomfortable with this revelation and covered her face with her hands as she let out a nervous laugh.
"It's ok, I liked what I saw..." I responded, trying to bring some positive assurance to an otherwise awkward moment. "And if you really wanted to, we can even the score..." I continued. At this point, I started to wonder if Sasha would tell me to leave her house, but I couldn't stop my mouth from saying what was coming. "I'm happy to lose the clothes for our photoshoot today, if you want me to?"

Sasha paused for a brief moment, looked at me up and down, and spoke with a playful smile. "I can't believe I'm asking this, but have you ever been skinny-dipping?"
"N-n-nn no... don't think so... why?" I asked, shocked at such a random question.
"Tell you what, my daughter is at school, the original photoshoot for today was cancelled anyway, let's just both take a day off!" Sasha suggested. "No one will be here for hours. Are you in?"
It was an offer I couldn't refuse, but wasn't expecting to be asked.
"Us... both... skinny dipping... naked... here?" I wanted to check I heard Sasha correctly.
"Well, you've seen all of this before!" she said, waving her hands across the top half of her body as she remained seated at the table. "And I think you owe it to me to at least make it even!"
I didn't need to be asked twice.

We finished our coffees and headed for the waterfall I had seen in the photos from her website. It was at the back of her farm property. "I've been meaning to do this for ages!" Sasha exclaimed. "Damn life gets in the way. Putting my daughter through school, handling photo shoots, keeping up with the farm..." Sasha was facing away from me, eyes focused on the body of water below her, while I watched her remove the last of her clothes. She stepped out of some pink underwear, revealing the bum I had seen online just days earlier. Was it ok that I could feel my cock starting to twitch and tingle?

"What are you doing?!?!" Sasha exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I realised I was just standing there fully clothed.
"You're overdressed, mister!" Sasha looked over her shoulder at me and I quickly removed my top followed by everything else.
"That's better!" Sasha nodded in approval and gave me a cheeky smile. Her ass was mesmerising, but I wanted to see the other side. I desperately wanted to see if she still sported the bush that impressed me so much.
"You like what you see then?" She asked, clearly picking up on the fact that I was speechless.
How did things suddenly move so fast?!?!

"Shall we?" Sasha motioned towards the water below.
"Sure!" I said, trying to sound as certain as I could.
Sasha took a dive and landed in the water below. After a moment of slight hesitation, I took the plunge and joined her. The water was freezing!
"Someone's cold!" Sasha said playfully.
It took me a few seconds to catch my breath, and I quickly realised the cold water wouldn't be a good situation for my cock if I wanted to make the right first impression!
"Don't worry, it's always a bit cold when you first dive in here" she said, swimming closer to me. "But I know exactly what will warm you up!" And with that, Sasha placed her arms around my neck, pulled me in close and started kissing me!

I didn't hold back. Our tongues began dancing. Passionately clasping one another as our bodies pressed closer together. We were gradually moving our way closer to the rocks on the edge of the water as our lips firmly locked. Barely realising, I had a hand clasped around one of breasts and it was a comfortable handful. Sasha's nipples were hardening at the touch of my fingers. Sasha let out a moan as her mouth left mine and started kissing the side of my neck. I could feel my cock hardening.

As we kissed and played, I remembered Sasha's bush. Despite our bodies being naked together for a couple of minutes, I still didn't know if she had it growing down there now.
I allowed my hand to drift from her boob, across to her backside, and after a firm grab of her ass, I moved my way around across her hip, past the top of her leg, and into her groin area. The smoothness of her skin was replaced by the coarseness of her bush, and I felt Sasha flinch then pull away slightly.
"This... doesn't bother you, does it?" She asked, motioning towards her nether region. It was clear she had become self-conscious about sporting a hairstyle that was no longer common.
"I want to explore!" I whispered into her ear excitedly, and returned to her mouth where we began kissing again.

After a while, Sasha broke our open-mouth kissing and hoisted herself onto the rocks at the edge of the water.
"Explore!" Sasha whispered, looking me straight in the eyes, and opened her legs.
Still in the water, I moved as close to the edge as I could and admired what I saw.
Looking downwards, the thickness of Sasha's bush was slightly less around her pink slit, but still mostly buried by the hair. My fingers and mouth were instantly drawn towards the sight in front of me, but I resisted the temptation as I turned my head and began kissing the inside of Sasha's thigh. "Uugghhh!" she let out a little quiver as I gradually moved closer to her treasure.
My kisses slowly moved in towards where her legs met, and I ran my thumb downwards from the top of her dark brown bush until I reached her lower lips. My thumb and fingers easily slipped into Sasha's warm wet pussy and were quickly gripped and swallowed. Sasha leaned back and rested her head on the rocky surface below her.

"Don't stop!" She pleaded. I had my fingers gliding in and out of her pussy as I once again moved my mouth in closer. Hungrily, my tongue wiggled its way past the enticing jungle of hair and onto her soft skin beneath. Sasha was moaning as I licked her slit up and down, then finally settled at the top, quickly finding her clit. Another big shudder from her as I licked and sucked her most sensitive part; and entered my fingers inside her again. In and out, as I feverishly worked my magic with my tongue.
"You're gonna make me cum!" Sasha said as her legs squeezed around my head. "I'm gonna cum for you!" Her voice went up in pitch and quivered slightly.
"Fuck!!!" Her body started tensing.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!!!!" Sasha let out a low groan as her body tensed even more, and then instantly relaxed. Running my fingers through her pubes, I allowed her to lay there and soak up her pleasure for a moment.
"That was amazing! You're good!" Sasha said as she began regaining her breath.
I pulled away slightly and, with both thumbs, gently parted her hair-covered lips to expose the glistening and fleshy pink goodness inside Sasha's vagina. It was still pulsating as she recovered from her orgasm.
"Now it's your turn!" Sasha declared with confidence. Hands on the rocks, I pulled myself out of the water and began trying to guide her downwards again so I could climb on top and enter her.
"No, not here!" Sasha quickly said. "We're going inside!" Sasha grabbed my hard cock, stood up, and began leading the way back towards her house as we dried ourselves off with our towels.

It took me all my effort not to touch my extremely hard penis, still standing firmly upwards, as we walked through her house. My eyes were fixed on Sasha's ass as she walked in front of me. Amazingly shaped. I couldn't wait to grab it again!

Sasha's bedroom was at the back of her house and had a large sliding door window that covered the length of the wall. Outside the window, the view was mesmerising in a different way. Mountains and trees for miles. Sasha suddenly pulled the curtains closed and spun around to face me. Her hair was still wet from her dive into the water, and loosely draped across her chest but still gave me a good view of her well-sized breasts. In the photo from her website I hadn't noticed the few subtle stretch-marks on her belly. But in the heat of this excitement, it only made me even harder and ready for this milf who was now tying her hair back behind her. Sasha's bush formed a near perfect triangle as she took a step towards me and gently pushed me onto the edge of her bed.

Before I knew it, she knelt down and appeared between my legs, taking my throbbing cock into her hand. Her other hand was massaging my aching balls as she lowered her mouth onto my excited manhood. One hand was now gripping my shaft, pumping gently as she sucked on the sensitive head. I glanced around the room, desperate to fix my eyes on a distraction so I wouldn't blow too soon. I so badly wanted to be inside her hairy love canal before this encounter ended!

It was like Sasha had read my thoughts. Maybe it was my tensing and trembling crotch, doing all I could to hold myself back from the inevitable. Sasha pulled away from my hardness and lay down on the bed beside me, before reaching over and grabbing each side of my torso with her hands in an effort to pull me on top of her. It was time, and we both knew it.

I accepted her invitation and climbed on top of Sasha's naked body as she opened her legs for me to fit between. With my erection in hand, I took a moment to adjust to the feeling of rubbing my purple tip against her fuzzy patch of hair above the destination. This was a new experience for me and I wanted to savour it. Sasha didn't allow me very long though, as she wiggled her hips into position and grabbed my hard cock, taking charge of guiding it into her warm and heavenly pussy.

We both let out a moan as I slowly moved in and out of her, finding a steady pace for us. Both of my hands cupped her breasts as our bodies connected below. Kissing Sasha's neck made her quiver as she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me even deeper inside her. She was locking me into her vagina and grinding my groin into her clit at the same time. Our mouths met again. More intense kissing than before as we fucked wildly on her bed.

Sasha's hands, gripping my butt cheeks, suddenly clasped me tightly; her fingernails dug deep into my flesh while she let out a scream. "Ughhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I knew what was happening and picked up my pace to match her intensity. Waves of pleasure were ripping through Sasha's shaking body as she basked in another orgasm.

I could have kept doing this all day! But my body had other ideas... I felt my balls begin to tighten with each plunge into Sasha's accommodating pussy and I couldn't stop. "Stay inside me!" Sasha whispered in my ear and started kissing my neck. "Cum for me!" she said as she felt my pace quickening.
The build-up was epic and played out almost in slow motion! I reached the point of no return as I let myself go, exploding into her vagina with one final, deep, thrust. "Uuugghhhhhhhhhhh!" I had no control as I let out a loud grunt and then landed my mouth back onto hers - my cock twitching and throbbing inside her with the most amazing pleasure as our tongues and lips met in ecstacy.

Relaxed, neither of us moved or said a word for what felt like several minutes.
I knew it was a big load and I could see the mess my white seed had made as I finally pulled out of her. Cum was sitting pooled at the fleshy pink entrance of her pussy, leaving a hole from where I had just been. Her hairy lady garden matted and soaked around her lips, a reminder of the good time we'd just had.

"I needed that!" Sasha finally exclaimed, breaking the silence and pulling me in close as I lay down beside her.
"You and me both!" I responded.

Sasha's daughter was due home from school soon, and we agreed it would be best for me to leave before there were any awkward questions to answer.

As I was driving home, I realised that Sasha and I never exchanged phone numbers. It occurred to me that we probably wouldn't see each other again.

That was until I opened my email inbox this morning and found a new email from her. Apparently her daughter is going away for the school holidays and Sasha will have the house to herself. I'm invited back, and you know what? I think I'll go!

*** A story about a young substitute teacher who explores his maturing taste in women. ***

When I returned to my old high school as a fill-in teacher, 5 years after graduating, I was a changed man. It was amazing just how much my tastes had changed in such a short time... matured even... and I appreciated what I'd never noticed before.

In the years since school, I'd gone to university in the city, and as many people do, I got around a bit with some pretty hot college girls. It was the typical scenario of going out to the uni bars, drinking the night away with a group of fellow students from the campus, and then taking home a random girl for some drunken fun back at our share-house nearby.

Lots of alcohol, crowded pubs, pencil-thin blondes and brunettes dressed in very little clothing, intoxicatingly strong perfume with heaps of make-up, and seductive moves on the dance floor. We'd have to yell our conversations over the top of the loud music while trying to get to know each other. If it went well, there would be some full-on tongue kissing on the spot, a couple more drinks, then a short walk back home with them.

After we'd stumble inside, managing to just remember each other's names, we'd kiss our way to my room, hands would disappear into each other's pants, I'd often score a blowjob, and then we'd vanish under the covers until the early hours of the morning. All of them had smoothly shaved bald pussies, there'd be some hot moaning as my fingers disappeared into the wetness, followed by drunken sex in a variety of positions.
A quick exit in the morning would follow after an exchange of phone numbers, and then we'd rarely see other again. The only reminder left in the room from the night before would be the smell of a brewery, mixed with stale perfume from my female visitor overnight.

Yeah, it was a lot of fun, but every experience became too similar to the last. I needed something different. After a while it was a bit like the old saying - Sex is like air. You only notice it's important once you're not getting enough!

Almost as if in sync, the frequent fucking dried up as quickly as my university studies stopped. I had sharpened up my act and tried to grow up somewhat - shaving every day, dressing nicely, and barely going out... all while trying to find a job and live in the real world.

I was pretty lucky to land some work as a fill-in teacher at my old high school. Not much had changed there.
Most of the teachers that taught me were still around. The biggest change for me was getting to call the teachers by their first names, instead of Mr or Ms Surname.

I was happy to see Ms Raven still taught at the school. I could call her Andrea now. Andrea had 3 boys who were all students at the school over the years. Two of them older, the third one younger than me. She'd taught me English in my senior year, and was a teacher that most students loved. She was happy to just sit around and talk during lessons. We knew she was a single mother - the father of her kids had been out of the picture for many years, and there'd been no other partner on the scene. As teenage students, sometimes conversation in class would turn to sex, but Andrea knew better than to buy in on that discussion, apart from the occasional cryptic comment that showed us she was still having some fun but protecting her job at the same time.

She worked hard for the school and had taught there for a long time - you could tell she was very focused on being a good mum for her own boys too; and because of this she led a very busy life and wasn't overly fussed about her own appearance.

Andrea was by no means ugly, but she clearly had other priorities to focus on than her appearance. Average height and body, wavy dark brown hair that just passed her shoulders, and green eyes. She wasn't drop dead sexy, but she had a nice and warm wholesome look about her that made her quite attractive.
Andrea wasn't anything like the type of girls I was generally drawn to in my university years. At high school as a student I was attracted to girls my own age, but in my newfound mature mindset, I found myself fascinated by Andrea. It had been a while since my last sexual encounter and although she was old enough to be my parent, my mind was beginning to wander... Was she still a single mum? How long since she last had sex? Did she get sex regularly?

The first few days filling in at the school were a blur of catching up with everyone, reacquainting myself with the buildings, and learning my new job as a teacher. I'd seen Andrea around (enough to wonder about her) but not enough to have much conversation because I was so busy settling in.

Towards the end of my first week, I was invited to assist at a school camp out of town which was scheduled for the following week. There were several teachers attending - one of them was Andrea, and the two of us travelled there together in her car.

Conversation flowed for the entire car trip and I was reminded of why it was so much fun to sit in her class when I was a student. I'd told her I was single after finishing my studies, and I had learned that she too was without a partner.
"Pffft, are you kidding Dave?" Andrea laughed, "Running around cleaning up after two of my grown boys that still live at home, and a full time job at this place" she continued "Doesn't really leave much time for Andrea!" She had a way of saying it without sounding like she wanted pity, but I sensed she could really do with some pampering for herself.

We arrived at the camp close to dusk, and directed the students to their cabins so they could unpack. I found out that I hadn't been catered for when it came to accommodation, but the manager of the camp was able to fit me into an old cabin at the end of the block. It was next to Andrea's, but it had been abandoned and disused for several years due to disrepair. I was happy enough to rough it in there for a few nights because it still beat sleeping out in the cold!

One of the teachers had brought along a sneaky supply of wine, so once the students had settled in for the night most of us indulged in a couple of glasses. Even Andrea. It was great to see that, despite her chaotic life and the fact that she wasn't receiving any male attention she was still able to wind down and relax with "the grown ups". I also realized, as conversation carried into the night, that I could really connect with what Andrea had to say - after all, we were both adults now, both making a living in the real world. And both single.
This only managed to increase my level of fascination with her... Was I actually starting to fall for Andrea, a much older woman, or was it just the drink talking and my dry spell from sex that was playing with my mind? Maybe I just needed a good fuck!

Slightly withdrawn from the conversation going on around me, I started to imagine Andrea naked. I'd never seen a woman in her mid-to-late 40s undressed before. She'd reared three kids... surely she'd have to look different to the girls my age that I'd hooked up with while at uni. I'd once accidentally seen my mum naked when I was very young, so that had given me some idea of how all women look different in shape. It was also enough to stop my thoughts in their tracks. I'd rather not think of my mother in that way!

"Ok, we'll be up at 7am then, ready to plan for tomorrow's hike up the mountain with the Group A kids..." Conversation had now returned to why we were all together. A camp with students that had to be considered.
"That'll do me for tonight then", most of the teachers were now starting to call it a night and head to bed.

The cabins for Andrea and I were right on the end of the block and we walked back together, mostly in silence. "We should have swapped cabins" she said. Puzzled, I asked her why.
"Abandoned, disused and in need of some love!" she joked. "I know how it feels!"
We both laughed, said goodnight, and entered our rooms for the night.

I'd left a lamp on beside my bed after unpacking, so the room was dimly lit. It had been a while since I'd drank alcohol and my head was spinning a bit. I lay down on the bed and my mind started to wander, trying to imagine what was happening in the cabin next door. A narrow beam of bright light had started to filter through the wall in front of me and it immediately grabbed my attention. Some kind of wall socket had clearly been ripped out of my wall separating our cabins, and as I sat forward on my bed I realized it was at my eye level - I could narrowly see into Andrea's cabin!

Suddenly I was very awake. I couldn't see anything happening in there, but I heard a door open in the next room, some rattling pipes, and water starting to flow. Andrea must have been having a shower before bed. No luck though, because I couldn't see into the bathroom!
I lay back down on my bed, consumed by all the usual shower and water sound effects you hear when someone's in there, picturing what I'd see if only I was a fly on the wall.

I'd started to drift off to sleep when I heard the shower stop, and all of a sudden the stream of light coming from Andrea's cabin was briefly interrupted. She was obviously back in her room and standing near the wall!

Great... now I was starting to feel like a peeping Tom! The guilt was slowly starting to set in when I realized I couldn't help the situation - I was in a room that wasn't regularly used, so no one had seemingly noticed this "problem"! Perhaps it was still the drink speaking, but I quickly let my guilt go and focused on what I could see happening through the hole in the wall while I sat upright on the end of my bed.

There was bare skin! Andrea was clearly naked. She was facing away from the wall and I could see her exposed shoulders and upper back while she appeared to be drying herself from the shower. Then I noticed the mirror to her right. It was giving me a glimpse of far more...

I felt some twitching in the tracksuit pants I'd dressed myself in ready for bed. This was the most nudity, other than myself, that I'd seen in at least 6 months and it had grasped my full attention! Sure, it wasn't the body of a slim and fit 20-something girl like I'd become used to, but it was very exciting nonetheless.

My heart skipped a beat when Andrea changed the sideways angle she'd been standing on, and I saw her full and round bottom facing my direction. I couldn't see any great detail from where I was sitting on my bed, but I liked what I saw. Again, I'd seen far flatter and smaller asses on the girls my own age, but this was quite refreshing for a change! Andrea had turned again and I saw more of her nude body. Her boobs were not small, but still rather a different shape to what I was used to, her belly was not flat and looked slightly stretched. This must be what happens to women after three kids, I thought to myself.
Another interesting part of Andrea, which I guess I hadn't thought about much before, was the dark bush I could just make out between her legs. By now, my penis was drooling inside my pants, which I'd started to pull down without realizing. I'd become so used to shaved pussies, I'd forgotten that women grow pubic hair too! From what I could see, there was a lot of it there. About the same shade of dark brown she had on her head. I guess that no one really saw it, other than me right now, so she was happy to just let it grow.

My cock was raging hard and I had began trembling with nerves. This was full-on! Clear pre-cum was making a trail down my shaft and pooling in front of me, while my member continued to twitch and pulsate. A quick glance up at the action, and I realized Andrea had moved away from my line of vision. Then the light went off. Andrea must be going to bed. But the image of her naked body; the curves, her pale skin, a full ass and fascinating bush she has hidden under her clothes had made it impossible for me to sleep.
As you'd imagine, I was compelled to grip my cock in hand and jerk myself until warm white cum shot out of my purple tip and all over my upper body. Unsurprisingly it was over very quickly, and I fell asleep soon after, very satisfied!

By the time I reached the kitchen for breakfast the next morning, all of the other teachers were already seated and eating. Andrea appeared to know one of the staff of the camp, Roger, and was busy talking to him. I vaguely remembered her telling me about an old colleague that worked here, during our car trip yesterday.

I was disappointed to learn that Andrea and Roger were rostered to team up for the group of students going on the hike, and I was staying at the camp for the day with the students doing some activities in the big hall. I was in work mode, doing what had to be done, but my mind was very much focused on the impromptu peep-show I'd seen the night before from Andrea.
I couldn't help but wonder if sex felt any different with an older woman. Would her boobs feel any different in my hands? Would my cock notice a difference inside a pussy that had borne three kids? Would I even find the opening amongst that lush bush? The thought of pubic hair on a woman had never turned me on before, but it was now something I was seriously thinking about. Damn, I'd love to try it out!

Dinner for the night was made over a makeshift campfire by the students in my group, and I noticed Roger and Andrea did not attend. Even when the students had been dismissed to their cabins for the night and the teachers were talking about the day's events around the table over coffee, there was no sign of Andrea... or Roger! I assumed the hiking group was late in returning to the camp.

I wasn't as engaged in the staff social conversation as I had been the night before, so I opted for an early night and retired to my cabin.

The first thing I noticed when I got inside my cabin was the muffled voices from in the next room. I couldn't make out what was being said, but I recognized a male voice in Andrea's room with her! There wasn't much talk going on, but their tones were low and I could tell they were laying on her bed together.

Without thinking twice, I turned out my light and sat on my bed. Talking had now totally stopped between them, and after my eyes surveyed the tiny space I could see through the wall, I looked to her mirror and saw something that initially disturbed and unsettled me. While last night I had enjoyed seeing Andrea's femininely nude and curved backside, tonight I saw a hideously larger one covered in hair! It was Roger's. His whole arm and wrist were moving backwards and forwards at waist level. Roger seemed to be slowly pumping his erect penis in his hand. He wasn't the fittest of guys, and sadly I could see more of him at this point than I could Andrea, while she lay sprawled on the bed, also naked. Andrea had one hand clasped over a boob, while another hand was out of my range of vision. I assumed it was somewhere lower, perhaps playing with her hair-covered vagina.

Roger moved away from where Andrea was lying, and suddenly I got a nice erotic view of her whole body. As I suspected, she too was playing with her genitals. She was focused on giving her clit a good rub. By now, my revulsion at seeing Roger had turned into arousal while I focused on Andrea. I too had a raging erection that I was slowly massaging from the comfort of my own bed.

Roger returned to Andrea, and without wanting to pay too much attention to his package, I noticed he'd fitted a condom. He climbed onto the bed beside her and they began to kiss. Roger's hand was now where Andrea's had been, and he was fingering her hairy bush while she was playing with his excitedly stiff shaft. He was now paying special attention to her chest, hungrily taking a nipple into his mouth.

The thought of watching two older people with their pale, non-pornstar bodies getting ready for sex would usually have repulsed me, but this was incredible!

Roger raised himself up and Andrea spread her legs wide for him. There was no mistaking what was happening next. He put himself back on top of her, passionately kissing her open mouth, while Andrea's hand guided Roger's eager rod into her waiting vagina.

I moved my head sideways and realized my neck was hurting from the angle it was on while I observed the horny couple now having sex in the next room. "This is so wrong!" I thought to myself, but I continued to watch as they both began to moan softly into each other's mouths while enjoying the world of pleasure they were creating for themselves.

I continued to stroke my own member while sitting on my bed in the dark. I went at a slow pace, so I wouldn't finish too soon, and did my best to distract my mind when I felt myself getting too close. The view of Roger's hairy ass bouncing on top of Andrea helped to prevent me from climaxing. Not very appealing. But the thought of how good it must feel for Roger to plunge into Andrea's love hole over and over again kept me going.

Roger's low moans started to become louder, faster and more urgent to match his now quicker thrusts, and suddenly he stopped his pounding and let out a sharp grunt, followed by more grunts in succession. He'd blown his load inside Andrea's pussy and they were now kissing passionately again while their movements slowed down. I'd never seen another man ejaculate before, other than in porn, and I was surprised, almost amused, to hear him make such noise while doing it.

The feeling had snuck up on me way too suddenly - I was actually beyond ready to bring myself to my own orgasm. Before I even had a chance to properly wrap my hand around my manhood, it burst out from me, making spurt after spurt of sticky mess everywhere. I surprised myself with my own bizarre noise as pleasure tore through me, and I worked the remaining drops of it out of my cock with my hand. Phew! That felt good! And I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm not sure how loud I was, but luckily Andrea and Roger didn't seem to hear me. I had no idea this kinda stuff happened with teachers on school camps!

I actually didn't see Roger again. The next morning Andrea ventured out of her cabin alone and gave me a friendly smile as she saw me leaving my own at the same time. I almost had to bite my tongue to stop myself from asking where Roger was, while we walked to breakfast together.

After gathering all the students together to discuss the day ahead, I was happy to be rostered on with Andrea for a canoe trip at the nearby river.

As the students headed away from us on the water, Andrea later volunteered the information to me that yesterday was Roger's last day working at the camp because he was heading overseas. I decided to steer the conversation in the direction I needed to so I could satisfy my curiosity.
"Yeah, I didn't see either of you around the camp last night after lights out!" I said, trying to sound like I had no idea about what they got up to.
"Oh... yeah, Rodge and I have a bit of history. We hooked up years ago before I got married, and we sorta revisited it last night before he left the country" Andrea said sheepishly.
"Oh wow..." I replied, unsure of how I should feel. Clearly Andrea was open enough to admit she just had sex on a school camp, in a room next to mine. I was aware she'd had a dry spell and needed some special attention, but my fantasies before last night had been about ME with her! I had pictured how we would both end each other's droughts and there'd be no more sexual buildup for either of us.
"I feel weird saying it..." she started "But it had been six years, and now I think I've got a taste for it again already..." Andrea said.
Acknowledging my look of shock at her admission, she laughed "Sorry Dave, that was a bit of an over-share wasn't it?"
I nervously laughed too "It's ok, share away!"
We agreed that it felt like we'd known each other for ages because I used to be a student at the school.

It had been our last full day at camp, and our last night away was upon us. Exhausted from a few big days, the students surprised us and voted against a movie night, deciding instead to head for their cabins early rather than stay up. Naturally there was still some talking coming from the cabins and the lights stayed on, but it meant we could all wind down for a while before bed.
I was keen to spend more time around Andrea. I'd seen so much of her that I was intrigued to talk the night away with her. Andrea had other plans though, announced she was tired, and chose to head back to her cabin to watch TV and settle in for an early night. I decided I'd head off too and write up some student evaluations, rather than wait until tomorrow's trip home.

Like we'd done the first night, Andrea and I walked back to our cabins together and said goodnight to each other. I quickly jumped onto my bed and made a start on my paperwork. Half an hour passed when I decided to give myself a break and watch some TV. When the TV wouldn't work, I realized it had been unplugged from the wall in this disused cabin and the wall socket had been pulled out too. Frustrated, I began welcoming the idea of heading home to where everything actually worked! I was happy to look across and notice the light was still on in Andrea's cabin, and even happier to look over at her mirror where I again could see her lying naked on her bed!

Immediately I felt my heart racing and I turned out my light so I could sit on my bed and enjoy what I could accidentally see. This time, Andrea was arched back with her belly slightly raised, and both hands were on her crotch. Moving her hands rhythmically up and down, I realized she had something shoved up inside her hairy private area and was getting herself off! It seemed like at least 10 minutes passed. Andrea's eyes were closed, and I saw her face beginning to contort. She must have been about to cum. Her body suddenly slumped back down flat onto the bed and she relaxed. Andrea removed the item she'd been playing with and I realized it was one of those roll-on deodorant containers with the rounded lid still on! Glancing down, again, my fella had risen to the occasion and I realized it needed attention. Not wanting to take my eyes off the action, I ignored the temptation and kept watching Andrea's movements through the wall from my bed.

Andrea stood up and made her way out of my view to what must have been her bathroom. I watched her amazingly round white bottom slightly jiggle as she disappeared away. I decided I again had to watch TV... but I knew it couldn't be the one in my room, so I did the next best thing.

Andrea answered my knock on her door after about 20 seconds. Dressed in a bathrobe, she said she was about to jump in the shower but was happy for me to watch some TV in her room. She then hurried back towards the bathroom. As soon as I heard her bathroom door click shut, my body started going wild with lust. I was eyeing off the deodorant on her bedside table and then found myself impulsively reaching out for it before I knew what I was doing! I felt like a hormonal teenage boy all over again! On close inspection of the deodorant container I noticed the rounded top of it was still wet from where Andrea had shoved it moments earlier, and I gave the top of the lid a sniff. Vagina. There was a very subtle aroma, but it was amazing! It had been a very long time for me, and it was driving me crazy to think there was a naked one on the other side of that door!

Without warning, the bathroom door sprung open and Andrea emerged, still dry and still wearing her robe. "I forgot I needed my..." her voice trailed off and my stomach turned into a knot as her green eyes fixed themselves on the deodorant in my hand that I was suspiciously lowering from my face and trying to put down in a hurry.

"It's ok, I mean sorry, I mean where did...?" I had absolutely no idea what I was trying to say, but found myself starting to picture a sexual harassment hearing when we returned to school.
I was relieved to see Andrea smile. "It can work well, instead of a... you know... when I'm feeling like I need a..." She wasn't saying much, but she was saying enough.
"Are you totally nude under that robe?" I found myself asking. Both of us were clearly somewhat embarrassed, but in a snap decision I'd decided it couldn't get any more awkward than it was.

"I am!" Andrea said with a smile. "Lucky for this bathrobe hey?!?" she said. "I wouldn't want to mentally scar you with a glimpse of my birthday suit!"
"N-no, please do!" I stammered.
What happened next I was not expecting.

"Well, since you asked nicely" she said.
Andrea slowly opened her robe from the top and gave me a look at her pert breasts. Her nipples were slightly pointed upwards and outwards.
"Do you really want to see more?" she asked coyly. "I haven't...ummm... maintained down there. You younger boys like it all smooth don't you?"
I couldn't respond other than a small nod. My eyes were firmly fixed on Andrea's now half naked body as if I was in a state of trance.

"Ok, here goes then!" Andrea let her robe fall to the floor. She was now completely naked in front of me.
"I hope this is what you wanted to see..." she started, now sounding unsure of herself. "Otherwise I've misread what you..."
I started to take my pants off, and we were both now clear on each other's intentions.

I was nervous as hell, but my manhood was pointing up and ready. Andrea had walked closer to me while I sat on her bed.
My eyes scanned down her body from her boobs. That belly of hers was strangely arousing. Not what I'd normally like to see on a girl, but her slight stretch marks showed character on Andrea's naked 40-something body.

"Can I?" Andrea asked, nodding towards my stiff penis. I nodded in anticipation, and she took a seat next to me on the bed. I moved my head forward and began to suck her nipples, which were a bit harder in texture than I'd been used to, while Andrea's hand wrapped around my shaft and began pulling my foreskin up and down, exposing the bulging purple head underneath with each stroke.

Andrea lay herself back on her bed and gave me my best look yet at her bush. For some reason it fascinated and excited me all at the same time. All the girls I'd been with had shaved, so this was a new experience for me and I quickly volunteered a hand forward to stroke her thick mound of dark hair, running it through my fingers. With my other hand, I reached over and gently pulled her pubic hair back. There, covered up amongst her bush, was the universally familiar sight of pleasure central... pink pussy lips!

With my thumb and forefinger I pulled Andrea's most intimate body part open so I could see inside. She was lying back on the bed, watching me excitedly, while I had fun exploring the body of this much older woman. I'd never seen a pussy so wet! My penis continued to pulsate and dribble while I lay myself down between her legs and buried my face in her nether region. With both thumbs I was now holding her pinkness open like a blooming flower, and I sank my head forward into the fur so I could flick Andrea's clit with my tongue.
"I haven't showered yet, sorry..." Andrea whispered and flinched slightly. I was thoroughly immersed and consumed by the pheromones coming from her body that I chose to keep working my tongue in her and not respond, and the moans she was making indicated she was loving it! Grabbing both her hips I turned Andrea over onto her tummy and I nearly came on the spot when I got a close-up view of her large ass.

Andrea had shuffled herself around so that she could stick my love rod in her mouth while I shoved my face into her pussy from behind. My nose was sitting tightly between the cheeks of Andrea's big round ass as my tongue resumed its work inside her welcoming love canal. I was breathing in every bit of her natural scent, inhaling for dear life as we 69ed each other, just about going crazy with lust.

I quickly withdrew myself from our intimate position and motioned for Andrea to again lie on her back before prizing her legs apart and gliding myself forward - letting my penis find its way through the jungle of hair and into her warm and wet vagina. In this extreme moment of passion inside her, Andrea felt as good as any other younger girl I'd been with, as I lay myself on top of her so we could kiss while I slowly began to thrust in and out. She was a good kisser too! The perfect balance of tongue while our body parts at the opposite ends of our bodies continued to play together.

We fucked in that position for what seemed like ages, before Andrea flipped over and got onto all fours, inviting me to enter from behind. Grabbing her hips, I plunged myself forward and we continued to wildly have sex with each other while I let my groin hit against the padding of her big round ass.

I was surprising myself with how long I was lasting! I somehow was able to continue without cumming, and when I felt myself getting close I slowed down to a stop.

Another change of position. This time I let Andrea ride me while I lay back on the bed in pure bliss. "Oh Dave here I go!" she suddenly cried, as her whole body appeared to shudder, releasing an orgasm through her body and causing my cock to be squeezed tightly by her hot pussy.

My own climax was on the way too. And Andrea could feel it. She pressed her hands down on my chest as she rode me, looking straight into my eyes "Stay in! Finish inside me!" she whispered as the feeling in my body began to take hold. "Uuuughhhhh FUCK!" I yelped as massive waves of orgasm rippled through me, my penis pulsing as it unloaded every drop of cum, upwards inside Andrea's heavenly vagina.

Andrea collapsed on top of me for a while, before getting up to fix herself a drink. I had my eyes on her big curvy butt the whole time as she walked away from me completely nude, and then wandered back my way with her suddenly sexy mound of pubic hair covering the hole I'd just spent myself in. I decided I should tell her about the gap in the wall that kept me intrigued for the past few nights.

"Interesting..." she replied when she looked over at it. "I had a feeling I might have been putting on a bit of a show. But I get turned on at the thought of being watched..."

I think it's fair to say I probably had more fun than the students on this camp! Andrea and I haven't had a chance to hook up since. A few weeks later I was offered a permanent full-time teaching role with another school, but we often speak on Facebook and agree it'd be great to "see" each other again!

The way I masturbate has pretty much stayed the same since my early teens, before I knew what sex was like. I'd try to create scenarios so I could imagine how I thought it would play out... and how I'd hoped it would be!

I don't need movies... I don't go for whips or chains... all I need is some good pictures of a woman (online or magazine), my uncut cock, and an active imagination. You'll realise as you keep reading, that the rest will take care of itself!

I like pleasuring myself to women of all shapes and sizes. I'm not fussy, as long as I can find pictures of her in the poses I like. But I'll 'cum' that soon...

If you're the woman I'm about to masturbate to, you'll be a few years older than me- old enough to teach me a thing or two! If I'm lucky, you'll also have a bush down there. On the surface you're womanly, pretty, neat and tidy at first impression, but under your clothes is a crazy mound of pubic hair, drawing me in to what's inside; provoking me to explore further.

After admiring a photo of you fully dressed, imagining seeing you out somewhere, I'll move on to a photo of you completely nude. You're standing there naked, looking straight at me, so I'll let my eyes go for a wander. Your facial features down to your breasts, totally uncovered, with nipples that point in my direction, and wonderful curves on your body as I reach your nether regions. I see the slit between your legs and my penis will give a little tingle of anticipation; urging me to move the journey faster.

Now I have a photo of you with you facing away from me. Your flat back leads its way down to the best curves of all... your bare bum! We occasionally see naked asses in everyday non-sexual life. But right now I know THIS one is for sexual purposes! YOU are posing to turn me on! I have a semi erect cock now to prove it!

The naked shot of your ass is nice, but I'm feeling dirty. I'm feeling adventurous! I want to see inside! In the next photo, you've got both hands on your bum and you're pulling your cheeks apart. It's a very personal part of your body. You only have one asshole and I'm staring straight at it! The contours of your smooth, now-parted butt cheeks meet perfectly in the middle with some stray hairs along the way. I imagine what it would be like to press my face in between those cheeks and rub my nose against the pinkish wrinkled ring of your asshole. I get another view of your pussy from this angle too- provoking me to explore it some more.

And that's exactly what I'll do - I'll get to know your vagina a bit more!

You're sitting down in front of me now with your legs open, and offering me another view of your heavenly lady bits. My penis is now at full hardness, and I'm faced with a layer of pre-cum on the tip, across the hole, as it points straight up at me. Without fully realising it, I'm already gently rubbing my shaft. But not too much! I don't want to blow this yet!

There's some pink showing on your pussy now, but I want to totally immerse myself in your sex hole. With a deep breath, I flick to the next picture. This one is the holy grail. The most intimate part of your body where only the chosen ones can enter. Right now, I'm a chosen one! With both hands widely holding your pussy lips open, you're letting me see inside your love tunnel designed for pleasure and fun. I imagine the natural smells in this area of your body... from both openings that are now on display to me and driving me wild.

Covered in hair, but totally smooth and pink when I look deep inside, I spend time studying your vagina and clit in detail; the pleasure centre, as I start to think about my own impending pleasure.

My foreskin has slowly pulled itself back as my erection grew. The uncovered purple tip of my manhood is now almost pulsing in anticipation and glistening in the light from the pre-cum you've caused me to ooze.

While the look on your face welcomes me, the opening of your wet pink pussy beckons me to come inside, daring me to explode within.

I'm ready.

With my right hand clasped firmly around my raging hard cock, I begin pumping it up and down. All the while imagining that it's deep inside your spread open vagina.

Pulling hard, pumping myself, focusing my attention on the internal folds of your sex, my pace quickens. It's feeling good. There is no stopping now.
My cum begins to shoot! Pearly white, throb after throb. Unable to control it, I let out some grunts as the feeling of my orgasm takes over my body and covers your open pussy beautifully with my seed.

It's hard to say whether me staying a virgin through the whole of school and until I was 20 was my choice, or just bad luck with girls. Either way, it opened me up to one hell of an experience later on that I wouldn't trade anything for!

Through school, I had my friends, they had their girlfriends and boyfriends, and there was of course porn around. I never really got into porn myself. I wasn't overly social either. Quite often I just preferred my own company. As an only child, no mother around, and a dad who's happily single, sex and stuff was never really on my radar for the first 20 years. At times I wondered if I was gay or straight. So did others. But I soldiered on through, and as you'll find out soon, things ended up happening as they should. Eventually!

I became curious about the female form after seeing artwork on some TV show when I was flicking through channels. A portrait of a nude female. Then they showed a group of people painting in a room, and her standing at the front of the class, stripped off, while they carefully observed her body. It was like something awoke within me and I decided to try and find out if this was something I too could try!

Ok. I'm no artist. I can draw an awesome stick figure if I try though, but as you might have figured out by now, this wasn't about the artwork...

I live just down the street from our local community centre, and I was surprised to learn that art classes like this actually happen so close to home!

The next class I could join in was a week away. Believe me, that week couldn't come quick enough! Sleeping at night that week became a mixture of pondering, excitement, fantasies, masturbation... There was definitely masturbation! Again, it's not something I'd done much of through my school years, unlike most people my age. Sure, I'd tried it, but it didn't do much for me. Suddenly now, I was a horny, inquisitive teenager at 20!

What would I see? Sure, I'd seen plenty of diagrams in Sex Ed class at school, but seeing it in real life would be an experience. Would a naked female look the same as in drawings? It feels strange to say, but at the age of 20, I was aware of what a clitoris was, a vulva too, and the vagina. I knew there was lots of stuff going on down there that I was finally bursting to see... but until then, I never had before in the flesh!

I turned up to the class, nervous, and about 20 minutes early. My heart was in my mouth! I was also trying to make sure I'd be prepared and ready if someone was to ask me an art question, as I really knew nothing about it! Maybe I could blend in with the class. Maybe no one would know I can't draw and have no interest in it. Maybe no one will notice.

Maybe not.

I was about to be busted!

Seeing no one else around, I made my way inside and followed the arrow I saw towards "Life drawing class". Around the corner was an almost empty room with just one person inside, setting up tables, chairs and easels.

"Oh hello. You must be new. I'm Sandy."
I was in my own world. Zoned out with my thoughts. A hand was reached out towards me.
"Oh...ahh.. Tom. Nice to meet you" I responded awkwardly.
Sandy had a curvy figure, was tallish, but just a bit shorter than me. She looked about late 30s, with wavy light brown hair that reached down just past her shoulders. Wearing a kind of sports tracksuit, I could tell she must take care of herself.

"Many coming today?" I asked, awkwardly trying to make conversation and scanning the empty room.
"We usually get about 15", Sandy replied. "You are very early. I like to get here this early as it gives me a chance to get changed and comfortable for the class."

"Are you the... errr... teacher?" I asked, suddenly feeling very exposed about how little I knew when it came to art.
"Sometimes I take on a teaching and instructor kind of role, but I'm doing the modeling tonight."

Suddenly there were butterflies in my belly like never before. If I stayed for this class, Sandy would become the first woman I'd ever see naked! Unknowingly to her of course! I started to feel like a pervert.
All good, I reassured myself. I'm an artist and that's why I'm here! God, it didn't even sound convincing when I tried to talk myself into it!

"Who are your influences?" Sandy asked.
"Oh... you know. Van Gough, Picasso..." I was just thinking of artists I knew the name of!
Pathetic really!
"Well" Sandy said with a smile "I look forward to seeing some of your work later on." She then excused herself, saying she was going to change into her robe and prepare for the class.

I took a seat right up the front. The next 15 minutes seemed like an eternity, as the room began to fill; various ages, an even balance of guys and girls, all looking quite serious and not really making much conversation.

A much older lady entered the room, introduced herself as Barb to those who didn't know, and then briefly spoke about Sandy and her experience, just as Sandy reentered the room dressed in a white robe.

"We're examining and drawing the female form tonight" Barb continued "You'll notice, Sandy has lots of nice curves, and the lighting in the room will cast some lovely shades and contrast her skin tone..."
Artist talk. I was lost.

"...And as you'll see, as Sandy drops her robe for us, further curves across her chest. Remember, pay particular attention to the roundness and full form."
Alright, I'm back in the room again. That got my attention in more ways than one!
Barb continued "Lower down, a rare sight these days, a lovely thick mound of pubic hair, that will again provide you opportunity for some interesting textures on paper."

I shuffled in my seat, feeling a growing sensation in my pants as an erection started forming. Quickly glancing around the room, heads were already bobbing up and down as drawing commenced. I seemed to be the only one that hadn't started yet!

Damn, Sandy had a nice body! The nipples on her medium sized round boobs were pointing straight towards my direction as she stood up straight, relaxed, and unfazed by the fact that she was completely naked with close to 20 clothed people focused on her body.

My cock was throbbing uncontrollably! My mind was racing. There would be jerking tonight; that's if I don't cum already during this art class!

Shit! I had lost track of the time. That must have been another 2-3 minutes of fantasizing and I still had no marks on my paper! I started to scribble on the page a bit before Barb instructed Sandy to reposition herself.

Sandy was now standing so that we could see and draw her backside. Either I was getting in to this whole art thing, or I was just getting into the whole naked woman thing! Her right hand on her hip, Sandy was standing at just the right angle so that her nipple was still pointing out, and further down, her bush was also slightly sticking out on show.

I think I did quite well, drawing the crack of her bum. It looked flawless, perfectly shaped, and easy to draw. Or so I thought anyway.

In what seemed like way too soon, the class came to an end. The room quickly emptied out and I realised I was last to leave.

I decided to stay seated while my erection went down and I checked Facebook on my phone.

"Let me guess. Tonight was your first time?" Sandy's voice suddenly startled me. Fully dressed again, Sandy was standing in front of me and it looked like she was trying her hardest not to smirk as she looked over my 'drawings'.

"Yeah. Could say that..." I replied.
"Drawing a naked person isn't as easy as it looks!" I admitted.

"It's just practice!" Sandy replied.
"Trust me. You'll get there!"

Little did she know, that phrase applied to numerous aspects of my life!

"Are there any more life drawing classes like this one coming up here?" I asked.

"Barb and I are moving on to drawing flowers after tonight I'm afraid" Sandy said.
"I am available privately though if it's something that interests you" she continued.

Of course it does, I thought to myself. But there's no way I could justify that without starting to be really creepy.

"Thanks. It sounds good!" I replied, totally surprising myself!

Sandy ran through her booking fee and other relevant info, then I was on my way home. I'd made a booking for the next night at Sandy's own home studio when she said she'd also be able to give me some tips and tricks to perfect 'my craft'.

For the next 24 hours I had a nervous buzz about me. I actually dreamt about Sandy that night, and needless to say I woke up and had to change the sheets...

Right on 7pm I arrived at Sandy's house, wondering what I'd be greeted with. Did she have a husband? Kids? How was this going to work?

"Tom! Come on through" Sandy greeted me at the door.
"My kids are with their father tonight so I can concentrate on our session. He lives across town and it's handy for my work with clients."

The walls of the house were covered with many full length framed paintings. It was quite a nice home!

Sandy showed me through to a room at the end of house and instructed me to sit down behind an artist's easel while she again stripped off.

"Remember to focus on those curves leading down my stomach towards my thatch of pubic hair here" she advised.
"Take it all in and shade it so you get a nice even pattern. A darkish brown pencil would work in well to match the tones..."

I was again doing an appalling job, spending more time staring than I was drawing, and Sandy's facial expression changed to one of concern. Her next words stunned me though.

"Tom, you can say no to this of course, but maybe the drawing side of it isn't for you. Have you considered being a life model yourself?"
"Ummm... nah ummm..." My sentence structure was suddenly as brilliant as my drawing skills.

"I'm always looking for new male models to draw at home. What about if I draw you tonight?" Sandy suggested. "I'll waive your fee and we'll call it even."

I was reluctant because my member in my pants had already started hardening up. I must have looked interested though because Sandy told me to stand up.

There was no mistaking the pointing bulge in my jeans and Sandy had now noticed it. Still, she chose not to comment. Very professional.

Before I knew it, I too was naked right in front of the naked Sandy. She'd walked past me by now, swapping places so she could be standing at the easel to draw me. Those boobs. That brown bush. That perfectly shaped ass as she passed me. My erection was raging and I didn't know what to say.

Sandy chose to draw standing up. Now I felt I had an excuse to stare! It didn't help my... hard embarrassing problem though!

"That's it. Just stand there and ermm... point your...self in my direction."
This stiffy was not going to go away! That's when I awkwardly tried to make conversation and take the attention off it. Why did I say what I said? I don't know... It was cringeworthy!

The silence in the room was killing me!

"Just looking at your bushy muff there... Sandy" I started. "It's nice."
"Oh, you like it? Thanks Tom." she replied. "Must say, I'm surprised though. I didn't think boys your age were in to pubic hair. I just keep it long and thick like this for the artistic effect in drawings."

Then my conversational skills worsened even further...
"Yeah, so dense it's hard to believe you've got pussy lips and a vagina hiding in there!" I said, surprised at my own stupidity.
"I've seen diagrams and stuff when I was at sch..." I stopped in my tracks. I'd said too much.

"Are you a virgin, Tom?" Sandy asked, sounding almost shocked.
"Umm n... yeah. I am." I answered ashamedly.
"That's ok. There's stuff that you probably need to see and experience then" she said, very seriously.

"You probably wouldn't have seen what a vagina looks like and you might as well see mine, since I'm already undressed.. only if you're okay with that of course?" Sandy asked.
"Please!" I managed to say, my voice and throat a shaking bundle of nerves.

"Ok. Well yeah, you just see hair from this view, standing front ways" she started, almost sounding like a teacher. "But lots of girls you'll meet your age are probably shaven."

Damn, Sandy gave good Sex Ed!

Sandy now sat down on the couch behind her, opening her legs wide, showing me her parting lips beneath the hair.
"You'll see a slit like this on all of us girlies though, the ones your age won't have the hair probably" she continued.

"Now, in here is the stuff you would have seen in your school diagrams." Sandy had taken both hands and pulled open her hair-covered pussy lips, exposing a glistening pink wet hole inside.

Without realising it, I'd instinctively started walking towards Sandy, with my hard cock in hand.
"Can... can I put this in there?" I asked.
Seriously, with smooth lines like that, was there any wonder I was still a virgin at 20!?!

"Nah uh. You need to appreciate it in it's true beauty before I'll let you anywhere near it. Baby steps, Tom! You can try to draw it now if you want... or just relieve some of that pressure... looks like you need it" she said dryly, looking at my erection.

She was right. Pre cum was now dribbling down onto the floor. I'd started to pull my foreskin up and down over my very purple and hard tip.

"Come closer. You can look. Have a good look, but no touching!" Sandy said.

With that, I moved right in close, staring her brown curls of pubic hair, feverishly pulling at my penis, faster and faster. Her hands stayed still, pulling her love hole wide open for me, giving me full access to study the pink folds of her increasingly wet vagina... my balls were tightening, my body started tingling and with that I yelped as cum spurted out in pearly white ropes, onto the floor below.

"That should slow you down for a bit", Sandy said, sounding relieved for me.
I couldn't speak...
"Don't worry about your mess on the floor" she said.
"Just help me out here" Sandy tapped her pussy, motioning for me to come closer.
"Girls will love you if you can master this. Put your mouth to it, stick your tongue in" she instructed.
It was a taste like I'd never experienced before. Warm and almost salty, I remember thinking.

"Circle my clit with your tongue. That's up here." Sandy said.
"Mmmm ohhhh... you got it!" Sandy panted. "Keep going!"
I did as I was told, and soon felt my own member hardening up again.

"Want to lose your V plates?" Sandy asked, struggling to stay composed while I flicked at her clit with my tongue.
No more awkward conversations from me this time. Silently I raised myself up onto my knees and moved forward, letting my penis lead the way. Sandy took hold of it, guiding it in to her thirty-something year old pink wet pussy.

"Give it to me Tom! Don't hold back" Sandy screamed as I thrusted myself in and out, kneeling in front of her.
It felt better than I could have imagined! How did I wait this long without sex?!?!
"Mmmmm... You're good!" Sandy panted after a few minutes.
"I want you to try doggy. You'll love it."
I'd heard of doggy style from my friends and knew what to do.

I moved away from Sandy, watching my very hard and soaked cock twitching, waiting for more.
Sandy stood up to turn around.
There was that perfectly curved ass of Sandy's again! Backing up towards me!
Even Sandy's butthole looked cute. A perfect little star shape, covered with just one or two rogue strands of hair.
Still pointing straight up, purple and hard as ever, I guided my cock head back in to Sandy's hairy pussy, picking up the pace where we'd left off.

Making sure my hands were put to good use, I reached them around in front of Sandy, grabbing hold of both boobs as I ploughed, over and over into her love tunnel.

Sandy was bucking. Shaking. Her heavy breathing was now turning into verbal noises.
"This is how it feels when you do it right Tom. I'm, I'm... cumming!!! Aaaaagghh!"
Sandy's vagina was tightening around my member. Spasming repeatedly, which was all I needed for that familiar feeling in my own body to return. "Uggghhh!" I grunted sharply as my own orgasm tore through me, pulsing into Sandy over and over.

I stayed inside for a while, loving the fact that my virginity was now gone.
Finally, Sandy spoke. "Now, wanna stand up? I'll draw you now. I've got a real feel for the image I'm trying to achieve."

"Do your thing, Sandy" I said, as I got back on my feet.

Ok, so wasn't quite the artistic experience I thought I'd get.
But I have an arrangement with Sandy now.

She 'draws me' all the time.

There are pretty much 3 things about me that I am excited enough to brag about, and up until a few years ago I didn't have any.

Two of them I can discuss, and one of them is top secret. But don't worry, I'll tell you about it later on. And in detail! So hear me out.

Certainly none of them are about my physical appearance. I mean I don't think I'm ugly, just nothing fancy. On a scale of Yasser Arafat to Brad Pitt, I guess I'm somewhere in the middle. It's what I come loaded with that gives me some bragging rights. Literally. I'll tell you more about that later too.

I guess a good way to start is by telling you the first thing I can proudly brag about.
Somehow, a few years back, I was in the right place at the right time and landed a job that would set me up very well financially. You know the story; a friend who knew another friend, that had a beer with someone else and they told so-and-so about a job.

It was for a mining company in remote Queensland. Miles away from civilisation. No fancy lifestyle. No beaches. Dodgy and limited shops. Not many girls around, so no regular sex... but an absolute killer wage that made up for everything!
It wasn't worth spending the money up there though. I didn't want to be in the job long term anyway. I just wanted to keep saving my money long and hard. As you can imagine though, it got a bit boring...

So, a spur-of-the moment whim on a trip back home once, I decided to buy land and build a brand new dream home. Ocean views one side, panoramic views across my home town out the other side. Even though I'd be working away and unable to enjoy it yet, it was truly spectacular and something to look forward to one day.

I should tell you, it was a dangerous job. Risk central. Before I started I had to go through all sorts of medical examinations and it was strongly suggested that I deposit some sperm at a sperm bank in case I ever suffered an injury downstairs that could ruin my chances of having kids.

That part scared me, but here comes my second bragging point: It began at the sperm bank. Man, what a crazy place! The first time you walk in, it can be very awkward and daunting.
But once you get past the front desk greeting and introducing yourself to the people behind the counter, things get interesting... Well, I thought so anyway...

Yes, it's very clinical. A bit embarrassing. The staff know why you're there and what you're about to do when you walk in the little room and lock the door. But it's a turn-on too. They have a need for my seed. My sperm. The only way to give it to them is by pleasuring myself! I am REQUIRED to have an orgasm. To cum as hard as I can! How tough us men have it...

I'll never forget my first time there. The doctors recommend abstaining from cumming for a couple of days, so the pressure was building up! Before I left home, I'd loaded up my iPhone with some porn to get me going, and I had to force myself not to drop my pants for a play right then and there! Self control was vital!

Once I got in the room and locked the door, I wasted no time opening the specimen jar they'd issued me with and prepared it for the deposit. Best I did that first, because soon I'd be in no state to get it ready as my impending pleasure approached!

Then, it was down with my pants and porn on the iPhone screen! God damn I'd been waiting for this! The token hot babe, fingering her pussy while her partner sucked on her nipples. It didn't take long for my flaccid uncut cock to double in size, become firmer, and then stand up straight, ready for action. The blonde pornstar turns around, backs on to him, and after a quick up-and- down massage of his member, the guy slowly glides it into her tight sex hole. In, out, in, out... up, down, up, down... my attention now turns to my fist; firmly around my own erect shaft and instinctively flicking the foreskin up and over the top of my penis, then pulled back towards me, exposing my purple bulging head each time. Pumping myself furiously. Over and over. My pace got faster as the couple on the screen did.

Soon, he pulled out of her. She leaned back on the sofa facing him and pulled her vagina open with both hands. This is my favourite way to finish a porn scene. She shows him where she wants that hot cum. Right inside her love tunnel.

As he grunted out his orgasm aimed at her pink hole, I myself reached my own point of no return.
With the jar now in my left hand, I brought my overly excited member towards it.

As I imagined my own spunk filling the open pussy of the girl on my screen, amazing pleasure throbbed its way around my whole body and I shot spurt after spurt into the jar which sent my heart rate and breathing into a massive frenzy.

So what is there to brag about here? A few days after that first deposit I received a letter from the sperm bank about my sample. The average healthy male sperm count is greater than 20 million mL, and mine was around 180 million! A second sample soon confirmed this. My swimmers had cause for celebration!

After a few years on the mine site though, there was no celebration when a serious nasty accident caused 90% of the place to be shut down and deemed unsafe. I lost my job, and the only place to go was back home. Somehow I needed a way to pay off that hugely expensive house of mine... and there was no way I was going to sell it!

It turned out, a solution to my problem would soon cum available. Not come. I definitely mean cum.

I'll explain to you what I mean soon, but first let me tell you about Naomi.

Naomi went to my high school. But she was a fair bit older than me. Her final year of school was my first year as a junior.

Always scoring awards for this and that, Naomi was not only well-known by everyone for her academic ability, but also because every guy I knew thought she was fucking hot, to put it bluntly. Me included.

Naomi had a no bullshit, no nonsense attitude. Cool and calm, and she tells you like it is without fluffing around or sugar coating.

I remember going to our local fitness centre for sport class when I was about 15 and Naomi was working as a yoga instructor in the tightest black pants I'd ever seen. She also rocked a polo shirt with style. Never has a gym uniform looked so amazing! It was just tight enough to show off her well rounded, slightly larger than average lady lumps.

Damn, she was hot! Jet black hair that was almost always pulled back tightly into a bun or ponytail, piercing green eyes and an amazing trim figure, with a bit of extra bum on her for good measure. You could tell she took good care of herself.

Sometimes I'd laugh to myself, because it was easy to imagine a Mexican wave of erections from the boys as she'd walk into the room to take a class. She could easily get our attention in a number of ways. And she knew it.

We all knew to shut up when Naomi was in charge. She was the total package. Brains and beauty. She'd easily take control of the class, she could sell ice to eskimos, and as you'll learn later in my story, she would also go on to play the hard assed manager.

Yet despite all of Naomi being so incredibly fuckable, she appeared to always be single. Even though she oozed sex appeal, sex and smut always seemed to be the last thing on her mind.

Even when I turned 18 and started hitting the clubs on the weekend, I'd often see her luring guys in close with a combination of her almost-erotic style of moves on the dance floor and overwhelmingly sexy perfume, only to flatly reject any man who even thought he stood a chance in bed with her that night.

Not even the muscled-up studs of the town who believed they could get any girl could break past the iron-clad invisible barrier Naomi put up so well. Her single lifestyle choice was something that always had my mates and the other guys around town talking, but it was something I'd soon get to learn more about.

In the time since I'd been away at the mines, I'd heard that she'd worked her way to the top as manager of the head office for a popular hi-fi equipment company. For many years it has been regarded as the big money-maker of the town. In fact, it's where a lot of my school friends ended up working at some point.

So after a long, depressing drive down from Queensland, my tiny car filled to the brim with all of my belongings, I finally made it back into my home town sometime after midnight.

I was finally able to spend some time in my dream home, but my mind was plagued with worry. How was I going to afford the mortgage repayments now without a good job?
Still dressed in my clothes, I barely remember falling asleep on my couch.

* * * * * * * * *

'DING!' My iPhone's message sound woke me up, groggy from a few hours of deep, much-needed sleep. 'Ya back in town now? Come for lunch n beer at work. Eating at 1pm.' Still half asleep, I checked the time. Right on midday. Gotta hand it to Terry. He was always good with giving notice. 'I'm waking up. B there soon', I managed to text back.

I knew the way to their lunchroom when I arrived. I'd been there a few times before over the years, visiting the guys.

"Here he is"
"Right on time Aido!"
"Pull up a seat old son" the familiar voices of my best mates greeted me as I entered the room.

"Terry, Jake-o, Sid..." I replied, still feeling rather tired from the big drive into town the previous night.

I wasn't sure how long these guys had for lunch but it seemed they were on their break forever! Still, I was grateful for the company and I had nowhere else to be.

Conversation ranged from topic to topic. The guys were keen to know all about the mining job I'd held, and were particularly interested when I told them about putting some sperm into a safe place in case of an accident. "Yep, gotta protect those swimmers of mine, lads. Turns out I'm a bit of a machine. Way higher than the sperm count of the average guy!"

I did enjoy a good brag with the boys when I had the chance, even if it was a slight over-share for this time and place.

Their laughter and cheers were cut short when Naomi appeared in the open doorway.

"Back to it, slackers! I don't pay you for sitting around having X-rated conversations."

There was almost a smile across her lips, but she was serious. And the boys knew. They'd been trained well by this feisty goddess.

"Good seeing ya, Aido. Beers this weekend alright?" They quickly left the room.

Nervously I stood up to leave too, ready to hurry home. I knew I probably shouldn't be there. I was embarrassed, knowing Naomi had probably heard every explicit word I'd said in our graphically filthy conversation moments earlier.

"Adrian..." she stopped me.

"Uhh...?"

"Can I have a word please...? In my office down the hall?"

That'd be me, I thought to myself. In trouble from the boss and I don't even work here!

Without saying a word I just followed Naomi down the hall, letting her walk ahead so I could admire her ass inside her sexy and smart black business suit. I decided she must have high cut briefs on underneath, judging by the slight outline. The smell of her strong perfume as I walked behind her was magnificent!

When we reached an office at the end of the hall, Naomi directed me inside and closed the door behind us.
She sat down at her desk and motioned for me to do the same.
"I saw on Facebook that you were coming back to town" she started.

"Yeah, the mining thing fell through" I replied, wondering why she had brought me in here.

"Shame. Your 'fan club' around here say you're a pretty good guy, and from what I remember of you, I thought so too" she continued.

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I let her keep going.

"I won't beat around the bush Adrian. I think I can help you, and you can help me. Sort of a business deal."

I nodded.

"You could do with some work right now, I'm guessing? I've got a job going here, and it's yours... if you can do something for me."

"Wha... ummm I'm not sure what I can do for you though..." I started.

"Well, I'm pushing my mid 30s and my clock's ticking. I want a kid before it's too late, but I don't have time for the bullshit of finding love and happily ever after etc. I'm happy to raise a child on my own, and I don't want the nitty gritty of a partner getting in the way to worry about. I want my future focus to be on a kid, but I still want to climb the corporate career ladder like I have been."

What a full-on statement, I thought to myself! I was gobsmacked by her honesty! Ah well. Each to their own, I concluded.

"So Adrian, you need a job, I need a sperm donor", Naomi continued.

"We can help each other here, if you're willing. I heard your little brag session about super sperm, I know you're a good guy, and you're not bad to look at either. Just what I need in good genes for my kid."

"Oh Naomi I'm not sure I want to be a father yet. I'm 28, and even though I have..." I started, but Naomi cut me off.

"I won't need any help from you once I'm pregnant, Adrian. It's just a basic insemination process. A transaction. Impregnate me, and I'll give you a job here. Surely it sounds like a deal...?" she said with a smile. The first proper smile I'd seen from her since I arrived. Naomi was a woman on a mission. She meant business!

"You can think about it for a bit if you want?" she replied, obviously noting my look of shock.

"Nah, no it's ok. I'll do it", I agreed. "So what's the go? Do I just go to a clinic and make a deposit or something? Or do we get one of those home dishes and syringe? How does it work?" My mind was racing my mouth in a kind of out-of-control frenzy. I'd done some reading about this stuff once when I was curious about it. It was almost a turn-on in a way.

"Ok, so that's the other thing Adrian", she said. "I'm into being totally natural about this. I want my kid to be conceived the same way most people are. None of this test tube shit, or the guy fiddling with himself so he cums into a jar. It's yuck thinking of it like that. Would you be up for doing it naturally?" Naomi asked, lowering her voice slightly.

"You... you mean actual sex with you?" I asked, hoping that I was on the same page as her. This could get a whole lot more awkward if I was wrong!

"Only until I find out I'm pregnant. Then it's back to business as usual. You'll be here with your high wage job, I'll have a baby on the way, no one will need to know who daddy is. It'll be our secret. Strictly business", she said with a straight face and reached out her hand to shake mine.

Somehow, even though we were talking about sex, it was full professionalism from this management-minded stunner sitting across from me! She was speaking as if I was some business partner signing a multi-million dollar deal with the company.

"So when do we do this?" I asked.
"Well naturally I don't want to catch any diseases you might have, no offence, so I'll need you to get some tests done first, and then I'm most fertile the week after next. Is that good for you?" She said, still in her business voice, her green eyes staring straight into mine.

"I think so...umm...yeah" I said with a weak smile. I wasn't sure what to be more excited about. A job to get me back on track, or bareback sex with Naomi!

We agreed to meet up for coffee before 'it' was to happen, so I could show her my clear test results.

Naomi had also arranged for some kind of a legal paper to be drawn up, clearing me of any financial or emotional responsibility to a baby I would father with her, and then the next time I would see her was Friday night of the following weekend. It was penned as a 'movie night' we
were having... without the movies.

We'd discussed that I was to spend the whole weekend in her apartment with her, and go for it like rabbits as many times as we could manage.

I tried to refrain from masturbating as much as I could, in anticipation for this pending 'business date'. I think maybe once or twice I did it.

I definitely felt the need to rub one out when I got home from that first 'business' meeting with Naomi - all I could think about was what she would be like naked. I couldn't wait! We had never even kissed before, let alone hugged, but in a few days, I'd get the chance to put my stiff cock into her lady hole, have some fun until I exploded with pleasure, and keep doing it until I impregnated her!

Finally the Friday night arrived. I don't think I slept much the night before. In fact, a strange sense of nervousness had come over me.
It was like I'd never had sex before. Well, I hadn't... not the kind where the main purpose is to make a baby! This time, there would be no contraception. Just my penis in Naomi's vagina. So that the miracle of life could take its course with both of our DNA.

I headed to Naomi's apartment at the agreed time of 7pm and nervously buzzed her number to be let inside.

"How nice of you to stop by!" Naomi greeted me with a hug.

"Fancy seeing you here!" I joked as she motioned for me to enter.

The lights were slightly dimmed, and overall the scene was set beautifully. I was greeted by the smell of a pasta dish she'd cooked for us, complete with a nice glass of red wine.

Speaking of beautiful, Naomi was again a picture of perfection. Her hair up as usual, she was wearing a shiny light blue strapless dress that showed off just enough cleavage to keep me fixed on her while we ate.

Naomi's perfume was again intoxicating, but now I was finding it harder than ever to focus on our conversation. I was anxious, perhaps a little horny too, and wondering where this night would take us.

Conversation was quite unlike the 'business meeting' we'd previously had. Very pleasant. Relaxed. It actually felt like a date.

"So would you return to the mining scene again?" Naomi asked as we spoke about the future.

"Probably not" I admitted.
"I loved the money but I was too far away from everything to stay sane!" We both laughed.

I continued, "But if this job you're offering me is going to pay the way you said it would, I should be ok here for a bit", I finished with a smile.

"Yes, well, speaking of which, there is another part of that deal of course" she reminded me, in case I'd somehow forgotten why I was there.

I agreed, and she suggested we go and soak in the rooftop spa above the apartment building. I had some board shorts in my car from a recent trip to the beach, which I promptly went downstairs to get.

When I returned, Naomi had changed into a sexy 2-piece pink bikini, and I just about had to sit down before my growing erection became too obvious! She threw me a towel, and we headed upstairs.

Conversation became deeper once we were relaxing in the spa. Naomi opened up to me about her single lifestyle.

"So after Julian dumped me for the new history teacher, I couldn't commit myself again. Well, I still don't feel ready to yet now anyway", Naomi explained, informing me that at the end of her final year of high school, she had briefly dated one of her teachers in a secret affair that had ended in deep heartbreak.

"Tonight... I want to make a baby, Adrian. I feel so ready for a new chapter of my life!" she declared.

The bubbles in the spa had come to a stop, and I noticed Naomi's nipples under her pink bikini top were sticking out.

"Oh, I was reading the other day..." Naomi started, remembering something important "It's best we don't spend too long in here, Adrian. The hot temperature can be bad for your sperm" she continued.

"Well... I guess I'm ready then if you are!" I said, nervously moving things along.

With that, we both hoisted ourselves out of the water and began to towel our bodies dry. For the first time, I noticed an ever-so-slight cameltoe, vertically indented in Naomi's bikini bottoms. Damn, I was going to have to walk through the building with a boner down to her apartment!

When we made it back inside, Naomi told me she was going to take a shower to rinse off, and suggested I join her. I finished the remaining wine in my glass from dinner, then headed to her bedroom, following where the sound of the shower was coming from and paused briefly before opening the bathroom door and walking in.

Naomi was naked with her back to me in the shower when I walked in the room. Her hair was now down, which was a rare sight to see, and that amazing round bottom of hers was on full display to me as I walked closer, removed my board shorts, and stepped inside the large shower with her.

She turned around when I entered.

"I've been waiting to see this package of yours", Naomi flirted. "I want to see your baby making tools and the home of all that A-grade sperm!"

At least, that's what I think she said. I was too transfixed on what I saw in front of me. Beads of water running down her black hair, onto her shoulders and upper chest, then down her large-ish boobs with nipples that were so erect it was like they would poke my eyes out if I got too close!
Naomi had a mostly flat tummy, well maintained abs with a cute little belly button, and a perfectly shaped stripe of black pubic hair going down towards her pussy lips.

There was no hiding my raging erection now! And Naomi had more than noticed it!

"Luckily you're not in a nudist colony!" she joked. "You wouldn't last 5 minutes, boning up just because you saw a naked lady!"

"Uh huh", was all I could manage to say as I stared in pure awe and stood under the hot water soaking it up.

"Us girls can get away with hiding it a bit easier!" Naomi said as she reached over and turned off the taps.

"But I can't take it anymore!" she said. "Are you ready to do this?"

We dried ourselves off furiously, in a mad rush to get into bed. The passion and lust in the air between us had reached an all-time high. My growing cock was becoming harder than I ever thought possible and I started to wonder if I'd even get it inside Naomi before I came! That would defeat the whole purpose!

Once we finally climbed into Naomi's bed, dry and ready for baby making, she announced "I need a taste!" and disappeared down below my waist to put my hard cock in her mouth. God, it felt amazing! It was hard to believe this was the same girl who, as hot as she looked, showed such little interest in sex.

Without thinking twice, I quickly found myself maneuvering us around so Naomi was on all fours with her asshole and pussy in my face while she continued to suck on my raging boner.

For once, I wasn't greeted with strong perfume. I was instead greeted with Naomi's natural smell, which turned me on even more. Incredibly! It wasn't a strong scent, but I pushed my face in as close as I could go.

I licked and sucked at Naomi's wet hole as we 69ed, tickling and teasing her clit with my tongue, which was met with moans that started soft and soon became louder.

"Let's cum together. Now. With you inside me!" Naomi panted with urgency, and turned around to lie on her back in front of me.

Missionary. It wasn't the world's most adventurous position, but we both knew it would give us the best chance of conceiving. And besides, because I'd abstained for a few days, this pending load would probably have the most potent sperm in it ready to release.

And ready it was. As much as I was ready to impregnate Naomi, I found myself disappearing down south on her once again for a moment. I just had to pull her vagina lips open with both of my thumbs for another quick lick and peek inside. Naomi was ready too! Her own juices made her pulsing pink hole inside glisten invitingly, with the cute dark stripe of her pubic hair sitting neatly just above completing this perfect picture.

I knew what I had to do. So did my penis. It was harder than I had ever seen it before! Precum was now dribbling down the length of my shaft to my full sack below, my foreskin was retracted for action, and my exposed purple cockhead was twitching, ready to lead the way inside her and begging me to hurry up.

As I moved up into position above Naomi, we flashed each other an excited smile.

"Let's make a baby!" I whispered.

"Please!" Naomi said in a desperate voice. Then we locked lips passionately, our tongues dancing, pushing our horny bodies into further ecstasy.

I reached for my penis and soon found its target. After rubbing the tip of it up and down her soft and fuzzy pubes, I slowly entered Naomi's warm wet vagina.

"Mmmmm!!!!" managed to escape Naomi's mouth as we continued to French kiss.

I thrusted myself the full way into her hole now, and quickly withdrew before plunging myself back in again. Over and over, our pace gradually quickening as my balls slapped against her asshole below.

This woman that I once knew as sexually reserved was now moaning louder and louder, propelled by the fact that I was caressing her tender breasts and sucking on her hard nipples.

"Uuuuugghhhhh cum with me Adrain! CUM WITH ME!" she screamed.

I knew she was close. I kissed the side of her neck just below her right ear. Her hungry pussy was tightening and daring my penis to explode inside it.

As if almost on cue, I felt the familiar feeling begin in my own body. I was at that point of no return.

Deeper and deeper I plunged into Naomi's accommodating sex hole as I lost control and felt my balls begin to tighten.

"OHHHH FUCK!!!" I cried with a grunt, as I powerfully orgasmed and released, again and again inside her. Normally I was quiet when I came, but with Naomi I couldn't hold back. It was involuntary! My sperm was escaping, and swimming into its new home inside my sex partner's hot body.

"Uhhhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Naomi was doing the same as her own body convulsed into an epic orgasm like mine.

I rested on top of Naomi for a while, my gradually softening penis still inside her.

"I'm going to lie here like this for a bit", Naomi said finally. "Let nature take its course."

I nodded as I rolled off to lie beside her.

"Go to the fridge out there and grab us a can of lemonade can you please?" she said, almost in her manager voice again.

I did as I was told and returned to the bed.

After a rest, we fucked once more, this time doggy style before we fell asleep. Spent.

There was plenty more to cum, if you know what I mean, over the next two days of the weekend. I lost count of how many times we played the baby making game, and by Sunday afternoon when I finally left her place to go home our sex act was down to a fine art.

I commenced my new job with my workmates the next day, and I've gotta hand it to Naomi. Full professionalism again towards me in front of everyone else. No one would have suspected a thing! As the week progressed, it became almost hard to believe what we'd been up to last weekend!

The reality came back on Thursday morning though when Naomi paged me into her office. My next weekend would be tied up with more baby making, which saw no complaints from me!

In fact, we did it again the weekend after that just to be on the safe side.

As hoped, nature took its course, and during another one-on-one meeting with Naomi in her office down the hall, I learned she was pregnant! The normally cool and calm manageress sitting opposite me was choked up with tears as she told me of this very happy news. My exceptional swimmers had done their job!
* * * * * * * * *
As Naomi is rather a private person at work, it seemed her staff knew better than to ask who the lucky guy was who'd made her pregnant.

Only a couple of times in the lunch room I'd heard some gossip about her. While one person joked that maybe it was an immaculate conception, another speculated that maybe it was some mystery lover, too amazing to be unleashed onto the public. Yeah... hmm... probably more likely to be the latter of those 2 rumours, I jokingly thought to myself.

* * * * * * * * *

Last week, as I was sitting at work in my big office down the end of the hall, filling in the place of the manager on maternity leave, I had a call on my phone from Naomi.

There was no way I was going to refuse what she had to say. I hung up the phone, left the office, and took the rest of the day off. Coz I could. I'm the temporary manager after all!

At the hospital I greeted not one but two beautiful girls. One was my boss, and the baby in her arms looked just like her... apart from the eyes. The baby girl Naomi was holding had my eyes.

So there's some stuff I can brag about! As you can see, 2 of them are easily ok for public knowledge, and the last one I really can't tell anyone about. But my secret is safe with you... right?

Crystal always had me fascinated from a young age. The eldest daughter of Mr and Mrs Clifton nextdoor, she was older than me by about 5-10 years. She was more mature than the rest of us kids growing up, but still cooler to hang out with than the grown ups when our parents would get together for one of the many neighbourly BBQs on their back deck.

We had a close relationship with the Cliftons. I was about 4 or 5 when both our families had moved into the street about the same time.
The summer nights were the best. While our parents would sit around talking over a few drinks after dinner, my younger brother and I, along with Crystal and her younger brother and sister would play games in their pool for hours on end.

As a 13 year old hormonal boy, I guess I was secretly fascinated by Crystal. She was fully developed as a woman, and I'd watch her get in and out of the pool, a nice round ass in her one piece swimsuit. She was by no means skinny, but at the same time she wasn't overweight. Just a decent figure, with her light brown-blondish hair down just past her shoulders, perfect brown eyes, and breasts that were so impressive it was hard not to stare!

Sometimes, after our younger siblings had gone to bed, I'd be allowed to keep playing games in the pool with Crystal if she was around and I remember cursing to myself when Mum or Dad would interrupt and tell me it was now my bedtime too and I had to go home. To me, she had a way of being playful, perhaps almost a bit flirty, but still spoke to me in a way that reaffirmed she was older, more grown up than me, and probably wouldn't be feeling the same way about us that I did. I definitely had a crush on this older girl!

Eventually we saw less of her though. She'd met Damien, fell in love, and it wasn't long before she moved in across town with him. They got married, and then came the announcement they were expecting a child. By this time, I was approaching my late teens and the thought of her making a baby was driving me wild at night and fueling a lot of my fantasies as I lay awake. What position did they have sex in? What did Crystal look like nude? Did she shave down below or have a bush? I'll bet that round ass looks good when she's naked. Lucky Damien! My virgin mind would go crazy with erotic thoughts about Crystal...

Over the next few years, Crystal and Damien had a second child. We'd see the 4 of them a couple of times a month when they'd visit her parents nextdoor. Crystal and Damien with their 2 little boys. It really was a happy little family.

I went on to date a few girls and after a while I had moved out of home too. As a result, I saw even less of Crystal but it seemed to be each time I saw her, I'd still think about those naughty fantasies! Picturing her walking around the pool deck in her swimwear when we were younger, imagining her naked, making love to Damien... years had passed but Crystal still looked just as amazing in her 30s!

It shocked everyone when Damien left Crystal. We learned that he'd had an affair, but with a great lawyer he'd ended up with the house and 50% custody of their kids after the divorce. Crystal temporarily moved back in with her parents, and seemingly she had a lot of time on her hands.

6 months later, it was summer, and I started helping my parents build a pergola in their backyard during a quiet period at work. A couple of times, I'd do some stuff on my own out there while my parents were away, and one day while I was high up on the ladder painting the roof, I could hear someone in the pool nextdoor. I glanced over the fence, only to see Crystal!

It seemed she spotted me at the same time. "You need to take a break sooner or later!" she said with a smile, her body immersed in the water up to her neck. "I've got the house and pool to myself. Bit lonely over here. Come for a dip!"
I hadn't swam in the pool with Crystal since I was a teenager, and I wondered what it would be like now as an adult. I didn't have my swimwear with me at my parents' house but I thought I'd just go over and say hi anyway. It had been a while since I caught up with Crystal and besides, how could I say no to a total milf like her, especially when she was in her swimwear!?! Alright I'll be around in a sec..." I replied, trying not to sound too keen.

"Kids are at school and Mum and Dad are out", Crystal said, starting the conversation. She was up against the side of the pool, arms up on the deck as she looked up at me. I could only see her head and top of her shoulders, which didn't seem to have any straps from swimwear. "Are you gonna come in or not?" She asked again. "Nah, got nothing to wear", I replied, probably sounding disappointed after realising Crystal may have been topless in the pool and I couldn't get in there with her. "That's ok, neither have I" she said, as she swam out from the edge, her shapely round exposed bottom on full display! I couldn't believe it... Crystal was totally naked in her parents' pool in front of me!

I immediately felt a twitching in my pants. "Are you s-s-sure?" I asked, in utter shock. "We're 2 adults, just having a swim, and it's not like either of us have a partner right now! C'mon!" she insisted. That was all I needed. She watched as I took off the last of my clothes and hurriedly entered the water naked.

Crystal pointed to the old, faded beach ball in the corner of the backyard. "Remember that?"
I nodded, still in shock, unable to speak. We'd spent many hours throwing that ball around in our younger years. "Let's play 'Chase Crystal' again like old times!" she suggested playfully. The game had been a favourite many years earlier. "Alright, go get it then", I said cheekily, knowing she'd have to get out of the water and I'd get a better glimpse of her naked body.

With that, she hoisted herself out of the pool with both hands and all I could do was stare at what an amazing ass she had. It was even better than I'd imagined! Before I knew it, Crystal had the ball and was walking back towards the pool, giving me my first full frontal view of her naked body - something I'd spent many of my adolescent years fantasizing about!

Despite rearing 2 kids, Crystal's breasts were large, but not droopy, and as my eyes moved downwards, checking out the body of this 30-something woman, I also noticed she had a dark brown full bush of pubic hair between her legs that was dripping with pool water. It seemed her hair down below was a few shades darker than she had on her head. I could feel my penis beginning to grow, an erection was on its way. But was this appropriate?

"Would a photo last longer?" she asked, interrupting my thoughts. I realised I'd been staring at her, but for how long I didn't know. She was everything my fantasies imagined! "What's the matter? Haven't you seen a naked woman before?" she quizzed me. "Let's just go inside."

My erection was full and raging hard as we made our way into the house. Crystal walked ahead to get us some towels. I didn't even care that we were dripping water through Mr and Mrs Clifton's house.
"I need you to reach something for me", Crystal yelled from one of the bedrooms. Obligingly, I made my way down the hall to find her. Crystal was on all fours, on the floor facing away from the door, but glanced over her shoulder to me when I entered the room.

"With your tongue, can you get down underneath me and reach it up into my pussy?" I didn't need to be asked twice. My hard penis, twitching and now dripping with pre-cum felt like it was going to explode! I resisted the urge to touch myself, and willingly made my way down to Crystal's level. Her butthole was tight a few little strands of hair around it, and I gave it a little tickle as I moved my mouth up to her hairy vagina area and opened it up with my fingers to lick inside. The room we were in was warm and we were almost dry from the pool, but inside Crystal's vagina it was just getting wetter!

"Mmmm..." she moaned. "Keep going, you'll make me cum!" she said, almost a whisper. I had no intention of stopping, but I knew my own private bits would need attention soon! It wasn't long before she began to shudder and, her voice quivering, she screamed out 'Oh God! Cumming!' and collapsed on top of my face.

She rested only a short while, before she stood up over me, gave her brown hair-covered pussy mound a tap with her hand, and said "I can't wait any longer. It's been nearly 8 months. Fuck me!" I could have cum right then and there!

With that, she positioned herself on the bed behind us, spreading her legs in the air and pulling her vagina open with both hands. Crystal's pubes were all matted from her wet excitement and the pink hole inside was glistening and slightly pulsing. "Stick it into me! Quick!" I'd never felt so aroused in all my life! My own genitals were pulsing too and drooling pre-cum down the full length of my shaft. I eased myself into her tight love hole and it felt amazing...

In, out, in, out... on top of her I pounded up and down for longer than I possibly thought I could last. Crystal seemed to be lost in a wave of her own orgasms, one after the other, and I soon felt mine starting. "Whoa! Oh yeah! Ugghhhhhh!!!" I'd lost control of myself, and felt the hot cum start rushing out of my penis and into Crystal's hungry vagina. Throbbing pleasure like no other, and into a girl I'd had fantasies about for more years than I could remember!

We lay down next to each other on the bed for a bit. Crystal was smiling, obviously pleased she'd had her way with me, and slept with someone for the first time since her ex-husband.

"Ok, pool time again! What about that game of 'Chase Crystal' now?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence of our resting bodies.
"Sure!" I replied with a smile, although for me, I felt the chase was already over...

THE END

I was too young to understand what sexual pleasure was when I first saw naked women, yet what I witnessed would end up paving the way for my sexual fantasies and masturbation habits well into my adult life, to this present day.

It's a memory that is almost still as clear as ever, even though it's about 25 years since it last happened. I was about 5 years old and learning to swim. Being too young to dry myself off and get dressed on my own, my mother would take me into the female change rooms with her so she could help me get changed, and I remember being very interested in watching the other women enter the room and change into and out of their swimwear too. In my young innocence, I even remember my mother telling me off for staring at them! In response, the women would often give me a little smile or polite laugh as they stripped nude to head for a shower or dry off. There would be girls of about my age too, but it was the grown-up women I was most interested in watching. I would see their naked bums as they toweled themselves dry, then turn around with their breasts and (being the 80s) full bushes of pubic hair between their legs visible to me. That's what sparked my interest the most. It was different to what I had under my clothes! I was too young to understand what I was seeing, yet I was still somehow storing these images into my memory, which would go on to fuel my teenage and adult fantasies...

It would be several years later that I'd begin realising what sexual pleasure was. At bed time when I was about 10 years old, on my own, I discovered that if I pulled my pyjama pants down and lay on my front, moving up and down on the sheets, it would feel really great after a while! I had a basic level of sex education by now, so I knew that what I was doing somehow related to it. I'd be fantasising about women naked, based on the memories of the swimming pool change room, years earlier. I still didn't know exactly what happening, and no cum would come out, but I nicknamed the pleasurable end feeling as being "sex tired". I'd never tell anyone about any of this, and would always feel very guilty about what I was doing!

Soon, through the rough and tumble of the schoolyard boys around me, I'd watch them make the up-and-down masturbating fist in the air and laugh. "Wanking" was something the boys at this age seemed to joke about. As the years progressed and I entered my early teens, I'd soon be "wanking" properly at bed time, in the shower, even toilet, and it wasn't long before I was ejaculating proper semen like I'd heard about other boys doing! I remember trying to "quit" a few times, because I thought it was bad. Then a week later I'd start again and feel ashamed of myself.

As my teen years progressed, so too did the schoolyard talk about masturbation and sex. I also noticed glimpses of nudity on TV, both in medical shows and in movies. This would be enough to make me horny and if I was by myself, I might even masturbate then and there!

I would see dirty magazines brought to school by other kids, and it was an age when internet porn was starting to get talked about. Most women by now (late 90s/early 2000) had less pubic hair in the stuff I was seeing. Perhaps it was a result of what I remembered seeing as a young boy, but as my own tastes developed, I realised I preferred to see women with a full bush. I'd hide pictures in my bedroom when I could, and masturbate over their breasts and hairy pussies when I was alone.

Like other straight guys, I had my fair share of girlfriends as I reached my late teens and early 20s, and I was soon having sex (with both shaved and hairy girls). I've married a girl who prefers to shave downstairs, but the love and connection we share is deeper than anything I've ever known. We've discussed masturbation, and she says she's happy for me to look at porn when she's not around!

Meanwhile, my masturbating habits have stayed the same since my late teens - I get hard and horny looking at pictures of naked, full-bushed women, and then while I'm actually masturbating and cumming, I like to watch her pose spreading her legs and holding her pink hairy vagina open with both hands while looking at the camera. Sometimes as a treat, for my own inspiration, I enjoy watching porn scenes first, where a guy is cumming on a hairy girl this way. After that, I can't wait to get the pictures ready and start masturbating myself!

The sex I have with my wife is nothing like this, and I prefer it that way. I enjoy that she's her own person, and that in itself is a turn on for me! My own "special time" alone is quite enough to satisfy my other sexual fantasies!