Paddy gets a wake up visit. Part 1. - Sex Stories

Paddy gets a wake up visit. Part 1.

... girls my age shave their pussies or get Brazilians because they or their boyfriends like it, but Eric prefers mine natural, I wanted to get a Brazilian but he wouldn't hear of it" I know my Martha used to shave her shins and under her arms, but I had no idea that girls did what Tina was going on about and as to what a 'Brazilian' was, I was totally ignorant. This was merely a brief reflection while my heart was pumping blood through my veins at a dangerous speed for a man of my advanced years as I watched Tina musing over her exposed pubic hair. After feasting my eyes on it for several moments I became acutely aware that just a thin strip of flimsy lace was all that prevented me seeing her vagina. In a flash of pathetic revelation, I realized that I had never in my life been in the same room as a naked woman with the lights on. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a desperate, uncontrollable need to see this beautiful young lady's vagina. "Let me see your - thingy." I heard someone plead breathlessly and it was a second or two before I realized that it was I who had spoken. I had even gestured unwittingly with a shaky hand towards Tina's barely concealed womanhood. She looked up at me suddenly, as if I was a hypnotist who had just clicked my fingers to summon her out of a deep trance. "No!" she said emphatically, quickly replacing her knickers over her pubic hair. But there was a frolicsome laugh in her voice and she was smiling broadly so I was encouraged to persist. "Oh please ...

... love" I pleaded pathetically. "No!" she answered again, as emphatically as before, but with the same underlying laughter and smile on her face. "God, I can't believe I just did that, let you see my pussy hair like that." She said as she straightened up in the chair and began to replace her skirt back over her stockinged thighs. "Please Tina, I'll give you twenty euros." I heard myself plead and was immediately horrified at my own indiscretion. "No!" she answered not as emphatically as before, but with a softness that was infused with comprehension of my understandable desire and perhaps a little guilt for having brought about the situation herself. "Oh, go on, I'll give you thirty euros, please." I begged uncontrollably, encouraged by her compassionate demeanor and compelled by my raging lust. "No." was her answer again, but she looked at me with such sympathy that I felt her resolve was weakening and in my desperation I ploughed on. "Tina, please love," I appealed to her by name, often a deal clincher, personalize!. "I've never actually seen a real one, I'll give you forty euro." This time Tina remained completely silent and let the smile fade from her pretty face. By now she had replaced her skirt entirely and was sitting up straight in the chair with her legs crossed and her hands clasped over her knee. Her demeanour became so staid that the sudden and mortifying thought occurred to me that I must have made a terrible mistake and deeply offended this young lady. I was filled ...