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Originally Posted by eugene0
It was early 80’s and the bikini’s were always a little bigger than the girls wearing them. The life guards were always shifting around in the chair and we would catch a glimpse of bush or a nipple shot! Every one was really tan back then so it was unbelievable when the suit would sag a little and you would see a tan line. Or if it was a great day you would see a white asscrack. Most women had pubic hair and if they turned enough you would see all kinds of bush coming from behind the suit!
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Sometime in the era of 1974-77, every summer for several years, I regularly visited the local public swimming pool. I remember some of the female lifeguards to this day. My friends and I had nicknames for the really hot ones.
One of them we called titty hanger. She had these really large breasts that were very firm and gravity-defying. Her bikini top covered the front of her tits, but underneath, about an inch to an inch and a half, you could see the underside of her tits. For us young men, we were so excited to see that.
Another female lifeguard we called Miss Furry. Her triangle bikini front bottoms didn’t cover all of her bush. It wasn’t blatant; it was just a few sprigs that would escape around all three edges. She was so tan, and when she would move a certain way, the tan line from dark to light it made the bush sprigs stand out like a neon sign. Oh, so exciting for us young men.
Last but not least was the werewolf. She was a short, gymnast-looking lifeguard. She looked a lot like Merrilue Ritten, the famous gymnast who came along many years later. She just didn’t seem to care. She wore one of those smaller triangle bikini bottoms, and you could see hair was escaping around all three sides of that bikini. When she sat in the lifeguard stand, she didn’t sit ladylike. As I said, she just didn’t care. Her legs would be parted and we could see between her legs at the crotch of her bikini, and hair was coming out down there.
My friends and I also talked about what we called her goodie trail that went from her belly button to her bikini. She never wore the same bikini. She always wore a different bikini every time we went. This one time her bikini seemed too big for her. My eyes were on her as she went to step up on the ladder of the lifeguard chair. When she lifted her leg, her bikini bottom lifted away from her body, and I saw her complete extra-thick bush. That sight I can still see clearly in my mind's eye today, 50 years later.