In the small town of Crestwood, lived a woman named Marianne. She was a fiery redhead with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. At the age of 35, she had long since given up on finding a man who could handle her. That was until she met Rick, a traveling salesman with a charming smile and a hidden kink.
One night, after a long day of work, Marianne decided to take a soak in her hot tub. The cool autumn air made the warm water feel even more inviting. She slipped off her clothes, leaving on only a red lace bra, and sank into the bubbles.
As she closed her eyes and let out a content sigh, she heard the gate to her backyard open and close. She opened her eyes to see Rick, the traveling salesman, standing at the edge of the hot tub.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, holding up a bottle of wine. “I saw the hot tub and thought I’d join you.”
Marianne raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to come in. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed in opposite her.
As they sipped their wine, Rick’s eyes kept drifting to Marianne’s chest. She noticed and smirked.
“Like what you see?” she asked, cupping her breasts.
Rick swallowed hard. “I do. But I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised.”
“Oh?”
“Well, yes,” he said, blushing. “I always thought redheads didn’t have any body hair.”
Marianne laughed. “Oh, I have body hair. It’s just… a little different.”
She reached down and pulled at the strings on her bra, causing the lace to fall away and reveal a small, intricate bra made entirely of her own pubic hair.
Rick’s eyes widened. “That’s… incredible.”
Marianne stood up, the water cascading off her body. “Like what you see?”
Rick nodded, unable to speak.
Marianne climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Then take it off.”
Rick’s hands shook as he fumbled with the bra, finally freeing her breasts. He leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it.
Marianne moaned, throwing her head back. She ground her hips against his, feeling his growing erection.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
Rick didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her up and positioned her over his cock, lowering her down onto it.
They both moaned as he filled her, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him.
The water splashed around them as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and bubbles.
“Yes, yes,” Marianne chanted, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Rick reached up and tweaked her nipples, eliciting a loud moan from her.
He could feel her muscles clenching around him as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
“Come for me,” he growled, thrusting up into her.
Marianne threw her head back and screamed as she came, her pussy milking his cock.
Rick followed soon after, emptying himself inside of her with a loud groan.
They slumped back against the side of the hot tub, panting and spent.
“Well,” Rick said, grinning. “That was certainly a first.”
Marianne smiled, her hand resting on his chest. “I told you I was different.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other’s company.
As Rick got out of the hot tub, he turned to Marianne.
“I’ll see you again?”
Marianne nodded. “You better.”
He smiled and left, leaving Marianne alone in the hot tub, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.
She looked down at the pubic hair bra, now wet and limp, and smiled.
This was definitely a first. But it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
