I saw a lot of stray pubic hairs in the 90s when my kids were little and I took them to the local public pool a lot. It was great seeing women I knew from the neighborhood or from school, in tight bathing suits. Even if they thought they were conservative one-piece suits, to suddenly see a woman that I’d previously ogled showing all of her legs, and her butt and pussy mound with only a layer of tight fabric wrapped around them, not to mention cleavage, was great.
There was one mom, a tall busty attractive brunette, whose kids were close friends with mine, but she was never very friendly with me. Not mean, just a bit dismissive. But standing there talking to her while a couple of strands of long brown pubic hairs stuck out the side of her bathing suit crotch, was an image I’ve never forgotten, one I thought of every time I saw her after that.
There was the nice, cute mom from down the street, with the short platinum blonde hair and slender frame, a couple of long brown hairs sticking out of the side of her bathing suit crotch proving that she wasn’t a natural blonde.
And the wife across the street who had a million kids and always seemed to be pregnant, and thus didn’t have a lot of money to buy new bathing suits often, especially when her shape was always changing. She may have been just pregnant when she leaned over in front of me and her too-large bathing suit gapped open and gave me a shot of her nipple and dark areola, but I enjoyed the show regardless.
And the nice, pretty, slender mom, also with short blonde hair, a few years older than me, in her late 30s then, a good friend of my wife and someone who babysat my kids. Her tiny titties looked well covered in her conservative one-piece suit. But just one time, when she bent over to retrieve something belonging to her kid on the pool deck, I got a look beyond her tan line at her little white titty and nice pink nipple.
And once when my wife and I were sitting with my kid in the shallow section of the pool, a neighbor and her husband and kid walked by and stopped to talk to us. He husband was a nice guy, but the wife was a lawyer, not a real likable woman. But she was pretty with long blonde hair and a nice trim figure, and she was standing right up next to me, perhaps two feet away, with my face at crotch level. I don’t know how much her husband noticed me checking out his wife’s bare legs and pussy mound, and butt when she turned, but I probably wasn’t too discreet about it. No pubes or nipples, but being that close to her in that state of undress made it very erotic.
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