Many years ago now, I was moving to a new city, a seaside town, and needed a place to live. I answered an ad for a room in a shared apartment and went to meet the people who lived there and ended up moving in. There were four of us, 2 guys, 2 girls, all from different countries. It was a nice friendly household, we had dinner or brunch together sometimes and hung out in the living room, but didn't really do much outside the apartment together.
The younger of the 2 girls was a 21 year old short redhead, let's call her Zoe. I didn't think much of her at first, but I've always had a thing for hairy girls and I realized after a while that she was super hairy. She was a bit of a hippie, and a lesbian. I kept getting glimpses of very hairy armpits and legs, once or twice I even glimpsed a ginger treasure trail on her midriff. She was usually braless and I didn't need much imagination to know what her boobs were like, big and saggy. She wasn't really my type but I found myself wondering about her inevitably massive red bush. I knew of course that I would never see it unless some kind of miracle occurred and she dropped her towel in front of me, so it remained just in my imagination.
Anyway, we got on well together but when she ended up moving out 6 months after I moved in we didn't stay in contact much. She moved to a more central location in the same town. We'd bump into each other on the street or in a bar sometimes and hug and catch up on news, nothing more.
Fast forward to the next summer, almost a year after she'd moved out. I guess I'd stopped thinking about her Zoe's hairy body by then. But one day when I was cycling to the beach for a quick swim before dinner I bumped into her and we stopped and talked. She asked where I was going and I said to the beach, she said she hadn't been for a while and asked if she could tag along, I said sure.
As we were heading to the beach together I had an idea and figured I had nothing to lose. I just said casually "I usually go to the nudist beach though, is that ok?". The truth was that whilst I sometimes went there today I had my swimming shorts with me and was planning to go to a closer beach as I wasn't staying long. But I figured that I could change my plan...
She said "Sure! I've actually never been there, it's on my bucket list". I tried not to get too excited.
We got to the beach, locked our bikes, found a spot and started to strip off. Her t-shirt came off first and of course there was nothing underneath. It went so quickly I didn't have time to prepare myself for this momentous occasion. She had a big hangers with big areolas too and a lot of red hair sticking out under her armpits. I was of course also getting undressed and had to act casually and not stare. She then pulled off her jeans and panties together and there it was - the bush I had been dreaming about all these months. And it was as dense and red and overgrown as I had imagined, it looked spectacular in the evening sun. The hairs stuck out in all directions, it was truly wild. I got just a glance at it before we ran into the sea together, swam around a bit and then I got to take a few more sneaky peaks as we dried off and got dressed again. Watching her towel her bush in the setting sun is something I'll never forget.
And the best thing was she enjoyed her nude beach experience and what followed was a memorable summer of spontaneous trips to the beach with Zoe. I'd get a text message like "hey, fancy a quick swim? see you there in half an hour!" and jump on my bike. I had no illusions of ever doing anything more than swim with her. And I knew that if I stared too much or said the wrong thing it would probably be the last time. But it was a memorable summer with the biggest bush I've ever known. Maybe I'll write some more about our following trips to the beach in another post. But all good things come to an end - it got too cold to be naked and by the next summer we weren't living in the same city any more.
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