Tuft of fur / cooter

PART 1

Ms C has just taken off her panties. And the most arousing sight strikes me. Her body has always made me hard, but this is another level. A sexy tuft of hair. I blow on it, seeing the strands stirring. I let my fingertips hover a mere inch above it, tracing the shape without making actual contact. Ms C tenses up a little, and I say "But I have not even touched it yet".

I slide a single finger, slowly, deliberately, parting the texture as if it is something fragile. It touches the hair, and what is beneath. The contrast - the slightly coarse curly hair and the smooth skin beneath it - gets me harder. I start stroking - I have stroked thinking of Ms C many times, but this time, it is a different kind of stroking - my finger on her. With every slow stroke, I feel the temperature rising. Ms C is getting hotter there.

Just to suprise Ms C, a break in the rhythm. A gentle tug on the tuft - not painful, but one she can feel even with her closed eyes. Seems to send a ripple of electricity through her, causing a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Her eyes had been looking at my HARD cock earlier - now they seem to be intently looking at my fingers.

My face has found its way to her thigh when my finger was doing its magic. Was Ms C squirming because of my finger, or my stubble? Maybe Ms C knows what comes next. When she closes her eyes again, I bury my face in that soft tuft without warning, her scent, a wet pungent horny scent, trapped within the hair take over my senses. I use the hair as a handle opening those lips a little - the opening giving my tongue access to the sexy ridges where the hair meets the heat of Ms C's skin. Every pull produces a moan from Ms C. She looks at my face now, her eyes begging me for a kiss.

I part Ms C's lips, and see the oozing pink wetness inside. She feels so tense, so ready. But before the kiss, I do something that I have thought of doing for years now. I start licking the tuft. How does it feel, Ms C?