In the heat of the moment, Eleanor’s hand wandered down to the waistband of her lover’s underwear. She gently tugged them down, revealing a thick thatch of dark pubic hair that tickled her fingers.
Jonathan gasped as Eleanor’s fingers explored his most intimate areas. He had always been self-conscious about his body hair, but Eleanor seemed to revel in it. She ran her fingers through the curls, then leaned down to plant a kiss on his pubic mound.
“I love how you look, all natural,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his skin. “So many people try to hide their body hair, but it’s beautiful. It’s like a bra for your cock.”
Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh at her words, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him as she spoke. He had never thought of his pubic hair in that way before, but now the idea was all he could think about.
Eleanor continued to explore his body, her fingers and mouth driving him wild with pleasure. He reached down to tangle his fingers in her own pubic hair, marveling at the softness and warmth of it.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers gliding through her curls. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He leaned down to bury his face in her pussy, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. He licked and sucked at her clit, feeling her shudder with pleasure beneath him.
As they writhed together in ecstasy, Jonathan couldn’t help but think that Eleanor was right. Their pubic hair was like a bra, encasing their most sensitive areas and protecting them from the world. And he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather have encasing him than Eleanor.
With a final moan, Jonathan felt himself reach the brink of orgasm. He came hard, his cum spurting out to mix with the wetness of Eleanor’s pussy.
As they lay together, panting and spent, Jonathan knew that he had found something special in Eleanor. She saw him for who he was, hair and all, and loved him for it. And he couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her body, from her soft pubic hair to her sensitive clit, over and over again.
