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Note: This is part of an anthology of short and sweet stories that skip some of the details and get right to the point. If you want more exposition, see my other stories outside of this set.
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“LET’S GO!” my wife yelled from the front door.
We were late to meet with her brother’s family for dinner. It was just one of those chain sit down restaurants, nothing fancy, but I had forgotten about it and was only now getting dressed. “Shit” I thought, as I realized I was behind on laundry. Rooting in the back of my closet, I found a pile of “never wear” t-shirts, and blindly grabbed one as I pulled on my jeans. Running down the stairs, I put it on and was ready.
“Nice,” said my wife sarcastically as we hot stepped it to the car. “Thanks for dressing up.”
Looking down I saw I had grabbed an old shirt from my youth. “I Choose Bush” it said, referencing the former president. Laughing to myself, I thought back to those years and how times had changed.
Arriving at the restaurant, my in laws had already sat down, waiting for us. I got along fine with my brother-in-law, Joe, although his wife was always cold to me.
“Are you serious?” he said looking at me smiling. Over his shoulder his wife, Jane, rolled her eyes. “Why do you even still have that?!”
“I know, I know,” I said, trying to downplay it, “Fashion is not my strong suit.”
“Who even is Bush?” my teenage nephew asked.
“Only a president, idiot!” his sister sneered, mocking him.
“Oh, yeah, I knew that,” he replied, likely lying.
“Look, we’ve already ordered,” Jane interrupted, “Can you guys just sit and I’ll flag down the waitress?”
A few moments later, the waitress arrived, pad in hand and a bored look on her make-up free face. This was probably a summer job for her, as she was young and slow with her description of the specials. I noticed her nametag, almost hidden beneath long thick curls of black hair that waved over her shoulders and brushed around the cleavage she allowed to show in her tight tank top. It read “Molly.”
“So, what’ll you be having tonight?” she said to my wife.
I started looking more closely at the menu. While I did so, I felt the eyes of our waitress staring at me. I looked up.
Her face had brightened a bit and she asked with a nod to my chest, “Is that, like, really true?”
“Well, ok, I mean, it’s an old shirt, and a lot of people don’t really like Bush now. But, yes, at the time, I mean, really still, I stand by my choice!”
Groans came from the grownups at the table. Joe, made a guffaw, “NO one likes Bush these days!”
“Well, I still think Bush is just fine!” I shot back, a bit more defensively than I intended.
Jane was not amused, but a big smile crossed Molly’s face. Looking at my wife, she said, “And you are ok with him wearing this shirt out in public?”
“He’s his own man,” my wife replied. “Bush is not for me, but I am fine with him choosing whoever appeals to him most. As long as he doesn’t talk about this stuff around the house, he can do what he wants.”
“Really?” said young Molly, a bit startled “That’s so open-minded of you!” She gave me a bemused look that lingered for an awkward amount of time.
“Can we please get this dinner started?” Jane interjected.
I placed my order, and the waitress winked at me and went on her way.
“I bet she isn’t even old enough to remember when Bush was president,” my wife laughed.
A little later, the food arrived, and my t-shirt was no longer the focus of conversation. After a few drinks, I excused myself from the group to use the restroom. The bathroom was down a narrow service hallway, and as I went through it on gorukle escort the way back to the table, Molly suddenly emerged from a side door and stepped in front of me.
“Hey, do you have a minute?” she said cheerfully. “There’s something I really want you to see.”
“Um, sure,” I said, looking over at our table. Our families were deeply engrossed in some conversation, and we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Great!” she said, leading me down another narrow corridor and into a small storage closet. She glanced down the hallway and then closed the door.
“Does this have to do with my shirt?” I asked, confused about what we were doing in here. The walls were lined with food supplies, but there were also boxes of restaurant themed knick-knacks and old, signed pictures of patrons who’d come into this restaurant over the years.
“Mmmhmm,” Molly answered, coyly, and she pulled out a barstool that was blocking a few boxes. Turning to face me, she beckoned me forward with a single outstretched finger. I complied, confused about what she wanted.
Molly turned her finger and placed it on her flat stomach, pointing straight down. It was dark in the storeroom, so I squinted at the boxes behind the stool, not knowing what I was supposed to see. I leaned forward, trying to get a better look, then knelt just in front of Molly as I looked through her parted legs and the metal supports of the stool into an open box.
“What am I supposed to see?” I asked.
Molly’s black leggings abruptly fell to the floor. She hopped up onto the stool, placing her heels on the crossbeams beneath. Still kneeling, I looked up to see her knees pointing outwards and legs spread wide. She wore translucent pink panties with tiny straps that sat high on her chubby wide-set hips. Beneath was an ominous dark shadow.
“This is what I wanted you to see,” Molly sounded almost giddy.
Peeling off the panties, she placed her hands on her thighs, spreading herself further. The smell of arousal filled the small room. In the light of a single incandescent bulb, I now saw her wild, untrimmed pussy just inches in front of my face. The dark black hair started just below her belly button and filled in a wide triangle that pointed toward her brown pussy lips. The tangles extended outward onto her upper thigh and completely encircled her snatch, gleaming with a hint of moisture. She looked like she had never owned a razor in her life. The sight was so raw and feral that it instantly stirred up my basest instinct and my cock began to strain in my pants.
“All the boys my age seem to like girls who shave, but I just hate that feeling.” Molly said. “It’s so refreshing to meet a man that values a woman’s true nature.”
“I uh…”
“Hearing how into bush you are really got me, well… turned on.” She moved her right hand and started to massage circles over, into, and through her dark patch. “I mean, REALLY turned on. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it would be like for someone to appreciate me for who I am and not what they want me to be. And, since your wife doesn’t mind—as long as we don’t talk about it, I mean, I thought…”
“Molly, I think there’s been a bit of a…”
Not listening, Molly interrupted me. “I thought it’d be ok to give you a little treat.” I looked up at this young, earnest girl. She bit her lower lip and flashed her naïve eyes. “Go ahead,” she encouraged.
I froze, caught off guard by what was happening. Molly saw my hesitation, and began to flush and look nervous. “Oh no, is it too much for you too?”
I suddenly felt a responsibility to not leave this girl feeling self-conscious. Her legs started to close, and it was now or never. I knew I shouldn’t bursa görükle escort have, but it was too much to resist. I leaned forward and kissed Molly’s hard clit. She giggled and began wiggling her abdomen. I felt her coarse pubic hair teasing my nose and cheeks as I started to run my tongue up and down her slit. It was quite a different experience from the neatly trimmed style of my wife and further fueled my primal urges. Molly tasted surprisingly sweet and fresh. I swirled my tongue around her clit, dampening her hair further and causing her to start moaning.
“Oh, you do like it!” she sighed, almost in disbelief. Molly closed her eyes and put her hands on the back of my head, pulling me more firmly into her wilderness. I dipped my tongue deeper into her pussy, and then began to suck gently on her clit.
“Yes, eat your pie!” the young waitress exclaimed starting to shake. “I made your favorite.”
Molly’s movements took control and she started gyrating on my lips and tongue. “Don’t stop!” she begged as her legs trembled. Her cunt hair was soaked now and I felt it painting my face with her juices. Molly’s legs snapped shut around my ears and she let out a deep groan.
“You’re making me…cum!” she barely managed to say as fire zipped through her body. She crushed me between her thighs as she rode out her orgasm.
Not yet releasing me, Molly’s body jerked arrhythmically and I kept working her clit with my lips and tongue. Her hands urgently pressed on the back of my head and a second jolt coursed through her body. She gasped, arching her back, and a rivulet of sweet liquid trickled into my mouth.
“Oh, my hairy pussy is so happy!” she gasped, releasing me from her vice. But, I didn’t stop playing with her. I snaked my hand between her legs and slid my fingers through her pubic hair. It was long enough to grip and I pulled just a little.
“It’s ok, I already…ahh…oh, that’s…!”
I dipped my two middle fingers up inside of her to massage the soft flesh behind her clit. The combination of my tongue on her clit and probing fingers sent her over the edge again, more powerfully this time, and she let out a deep moan as the wave consumed her. For a moment I was able to play her like a musical instrument as she let out an array of squeaks and whimpers in response to the pressure and release of my touch. At last I stopped, and she settled into a quivering heap on the stool. I noticed my cock was leaking into my pants from the intensity of Molly getting off.
After a moment she composed herself. Her hand unconsciously played with her sopping bush as she basked in the afterglow. “God,” she smiled, “you really are a fan!”
I was a little in shock about what had just happened. Standing up, I just looked at her silently, my face sloppy with her fluids.
The sides of Molly’s lips turned up mischievously. “Listen—my hairy cunt has been dying to meet a cock that likes her for who she is. My boyfriend was all talk until he saw me exposed and nothing went right after that. I’d really like to find out if you’ve been honest with me.” Her eyes turned down to my waist.
The waitress’s smooth hands went to my belt and started deftly opening it. I didn’t stop her. How could I? Soon, my pants were down and my fully engorged, leaking member emerged.
“Oh good, that’s what I was hoping,” Molly said seeming genuinely relieved. She grabbed my waist and guided me right to her entrance. Leaning back a little, she rotated her waist to let my cock slide up and down between the wrinkled, protruding lips of her pussy. Then she took me in her hand and began to swirl my leaking tip through her hairy muff. Sticky streaks of my precum smeared through her dark locks.
“Are you really this hard for me?” Molly asked with sincere disbelief. The bristles of her bush sent little spikes of electricity up the length of my shaft.
I nodded. Any sense of responsibility to her I had previously was now replaced with desperate need.
Molly was starting to breathe deeply again. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Look, I’ve only done this once, with my ex, and he really hated my…down there area. But, you make me feel…”
Ending the sentence with a hum, Molly placed the tip of my straining rod into the entrance of her dark wooded forest. “Seeing isn’t enough. I want to feel your love for this bushy pussy.” Her legs wrapped around me and I watched my cock disappear into the fuzzy curls of this young waitress, amazed at how my own body was responding to her hirsute beauty.
About three quarters of the way in, her tight passage stopped giving way. Molly cringed for a moment. “I think that’s where my boyfriend ended,” she said. Her legs tightened on me, and with surprisingly powerful strength, she forced my rigid cock to probe into her uncharted territory.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Molly groaned. Our bodies came fully together at last, and I felt the field of her pubic hair tickling my pelvis as she ground herself on me. She refused to allow me to pull away from her and held me in the warmth of her body. We fucked like this for a while, Molly kept me deep inside her and used her thigh muscles and hips to stimulate the deepest parts of her.
“You’re so tight,” I said.
“You make me feel like a real woman,” she replied, as she clenched the muscles of her cunt, choking my cock at its base. I reached behind and grabbed her babyfat ass to press myself just a tiny but further into her. It sent her over the edge, and I felt the muscles in her thighs ripple as she peaked again.
She relaxed her legs at last and I began to piston in and out of her. Still grabbing her ass, I looked down to watch my member disappear into the void of matted fur.
“That felt so good!” Molly giggled. “But, if you like me so natural, why aren’t you doing what comes naturally?”
The invitation wasn’t lost on me, and I began to fuck this hairy waitress with long deep thrusts. She encouraged me on with moans of pleasure, and pulled up her tank top to reveal her perky young natural tits. My balls were getting tight and couldn’t hold out much longer.
“I can feel you twitching!” she exclaimed. “Give my cunt curls what they need!”
Heading over the edge, I pulled out at the last moment and shot a large spurt of cum all over her glistening pubic hair. Molly reacted almost instantly and caught me tightly in her hand, delaying for a split second my next spasm.
“That’s so fucking hot!” she said as she changed my aim and relaxed her grip, releasing a second, larger jet that bushwhacked a path all the way to her belly button.
Molly then slid her pussy lips back around my jerking cock, allowing me to finish emptying my balls in the depths of her tight cunt. With each pulse, she reacted with a gasp, finally losing control of her body once again as my cock shuddered madly, in a final effort to inject every drop I had into her.
We stayed silent for a few moments, then separated. Some of my cum leaked out of her and got trapped in the tangle of hair below her cunt.
“What a mess!” Molly said, dipping her hand into the spunky mess between her legs. “I love it!”
I pulled my pants up. Realizing that I needed to get back to my family, I started getting tense.
“It’s fine,” the waitress said, reading me instantly. “We both got what we needed.”
As I exited the storage room, I turned back to Molly, trying to leave things a little less abruptly. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t choose Kerry, right?” I joked lamely.
“What’s Kerry?” Molly replied blankly.
I could hear Jane loudly asking where the hell I was in the distance. I let Molly’s question go unanswered as I returned to the table.