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Her panties matched her bra, and I could just make out the darker wedge of pubic hair through the mesh and lace.

“Very nice,” I said appreciatively. “Now I know why you wouldn’t let me watch you change clothes.”

“That’s a pretty nice surprise.” I stepped back to admire her.

Her stomach was flat and firm, and her hips flared gently from her waist.

I moved close again and lifted her chin for a kiss to reassure her. Then I smiled and went to one knee. She watched me nervously but didn’t move, even when I took my time and unfastened the garter clips from her stockings.

“Still time to say no,” I said softly.

I lowered her panties. She put her hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. She looked so good in the heels and stockings that I

decided to leave them on, so I refastened the garter clips as she watched.

After a moment I slid my hand between her thighs and gently probed her nether lips. Her pubic hair was darker than the hair on her head. It was springy and soft, and it grew thicker in the middle, almost like a natural mohawk.

I spread her moisture along the cleft of her pussy. Then I eased my finger into her well-lubricated channel. She was still watching, so I pulled it out and touched it to my tongue. Her juices tasted clean and fresh, slightly tangy.

I leaned forward and kissed her bush. Then I held her hips and pressed my face into her. She gasped and leaned against the dresser, so I lifted her onto it. Her legs parted naturally and her pussy opened before me. I spread her thighs even wider and leaned in.

Her downy pubic hair tickled my cheeks, and her clit was a hard little bead under my probing tongue. She cried out softly when I flicked it and then sucked gently. I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself, but her body had other ideas. Her thighs began to quiver with pent-up desire, and the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.

I slid my finger into her opening and circled her clit with my tongue. She gasped when I began sucking and thrusting my finger at the same time.

She came with a little squeak, and the warm skin of her inner thighs clamped my face. I crooked my finger inside her and moved the tip until I felt her writhe with another spasm of pleasure. I kept going until her legs flew apart and she tried to push me away. I slowly withdrew my finger and planted soft kisses on the sensitive skin around her labia.

“Oh my gosh,” she said softly.