Pubes
I was only 17 when I visited Ibiza for the only time. It was 1964 and the place was beginning to acquire a reputation, but the swinging sixties had only recently begun.
I was on board a little ferry going to one of the outlying beaches and there was a young couple on the boat, she only being a little older than me and when she walked past me, I saw that her short shorts were very short indeed, to the extent that her untrimmed pubic hairs were noticeably bushing out below the hem of her shorts. I was in heaven!
The same day later in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the beach when a middle-aged lady staying at the same hotel as us walked up and started talking to us. I was well below the level of her shorts, which by now had rucked up and were gaping a little at the bottom. I realised that she had no knickers on beneath them and I was gazing straight up at her hairy pubis. I was struck by the fact that her pubis was glistening shinily behind her hairs and I found myself gazing at this wonderful sight of her pubic mound and the crack beyond in all its glory. Happy days!
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