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 thirties, 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 seventies, 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 thirties, 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 five 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 five to ten 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 okay, 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?"