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My sweet Aunt Jean.

"Ah, so somewhere in the middle then?" Sara asked. "I reckon you should go all out, myself."

"Well, it's better than nothing."

"You're a weirdo, Chris!" Gemma shot from behind a pout and, disgusted with us, turned her focus to a trashy celebrity magazine.

"So, would you like her to have more?" Sara asked, leaning in close. Her eyes were locked on mine and I felt a mix of attraction and fear, mesmerized by her intensity.

"Yeah...I guess, I mean, she used to be totally shaved."

"Oh, you like a bit of hair then?"

"Definitely." I said that far too quickly, I thought, and gratefully answered the phone to take my next customer.


A few more calls stopped further discussion, but in my head I couldn't shake the image of Sara opening her legs to reveal a mass of dark, lustrous hair between her thighs and the idea ensured I spent most of my time shifting uncomfortably.

While I adjusted myself for what felt the hundredth time my eyes met Sara's and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Lunch was a blessed release and I hurried to the toilets.

I'd just come out and taken a seat in the break area when Sara, who I'd left arguing with a difficult customer joined me, eating from a punnet of blueberries.

"God, I'm so bored." She sighed, slumping opposite me and treating me to a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

"Still, it's not all bad." She said, a wicked grin playing across her face. "I learnt that there are still guys out there who appreciate a good hairy pussy."

She'd said it softly, so nobody else had heard, and carried on as normal, no doubt enjoying the way my cheeks flushed and my jaw dropped.

"I had a date on Thursday" She continued in the same low tone, again meeting my gaze and staring into my eyes. I felt uncomfortably like prey after the hunter had locked on its sights. "Guy was a total dick, I gave him a great blow job and then when it came time to return the favour he wouldn't. Said the hair put him off. Can you imagine? And after I'd spent twenty minutes sucking his smelly cock!"

At this point my cock was rock hard and I thought her date was an utter fool.

"I chucked him out after that. He said we could still fuck, but the mood was gone for me." She shrugged. "Kinda regret it though, means I've had to take care of myself the last few days, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, dumbfounded by what I was hearing, and desperate not to imagine Sara taking care of herself, because my cock was aching inside my trousers by now.

"And that's fine, but it's not the same is it?"

"No." My voice was hoarse and breathless.

"Do you like eating pussy?" She asked as if asking if I liked coffee.


"Do you like eating your girlfriend's hairy cunt?"

"Yes." Barely a whisper escaped me in response.

"Do you wish it was hairier sometimes?"

I just nodded at this, sure that by now my face must be glowing red.

"I'm going to go to the disabled toilets. If you want to eat a proper, woman's cunt instead of a girl's come and knock three times." With that she got up and left.

I sat there, my face red and my cock rock hard, trying to control my breathing, which sounded ragged to me. Had I imagined that whole conversation? Or had I just been offered the opportunity to eat pussy at work?

Did it matter? I had a girlfriend. I loved Jazz, and would never hurt her. And our sex life was amazing, so what if she got embarrassed about me going down on her sometimes, I was more than happy.

But still...I did love eating cunt, and it had been a while. And the image of Sara's full bush was driving me wild.

I stood up quickly enough to draw stares from the others in the work area and hustled out quickly. The disabled toilet was in use, for the first time since I'd joined the company three months before and after steadying myself with a deep breath I knocked three times.

After a matter of seconds the door opened and Sara peeked through the gap.

"I was starting to think you'd chickened out!" She said, opening it wide enough for me to slip in, an

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