The first bad snow of the winter had just fallen and I decided to take the bus instead of risking my car. I had only moved into this neighborhood two months back and didn't really know anyone. I had just waddled into the shelter when I watched a neighbors wife waddle down the pavement towards the shelter like a penguin. Then suddenly her feet went faster than the rest of her and she was up in the air and then on her back on the slippery snow. For a brief moment I had a view up her skirt. Either she had on black panties or I had just seen a pretty hairy beaver just before she pulled her skirt and coat back down and covered herself.
I waddled to her to give her assistance to get up. As I tried to pull her up I slipped and ended up on top of her to the laugh of the two people still in the shelter. I remembered thinking that she looked nice and also smelt nice. Reluctantly, back on my own feet I made another attempt and my neighbor was soon back on her feet. With the pain in her ankle she quickly decided that going to work was off and she wanted to return home. I offered to help suggesting that a compression bandage was needed. I waddled with her and soon we were in her lounge and I helped her get her shoe off. Her ankle was already swelling. She had full movement of her foot and toes and there was no obvious breaks. She insisted that she didn't want to go to hospital.
I told her I had compression bandages and some pain killers in my house from when I did my ankle in. I was soon home sorting them out and then returning to Glenda, as I now knew her. I knelt on the floor and raised her foot and applied the bandage. I gave her the tablets and went to get her a drink of water. Glenda joked that a whisky would have been a better shout. I pointed out that pills and drinks don't match. She agreed. I suggested that now she had taken some painkillers elevating the foot was probably a good idea as it might limit the amount of swelling. Glenda agreed that it made sense and told me that she had foot stools in the next room.
On entering the room the first thing that struck me was a drawing, hung on the wall, of Glenda. In it she was completely naked. I hadn't had the benefit of seeing her body naked, but the face was very very good likeness of her. I quickly returned with the footrest and slowly lifted her foot up onto the rest. Her skirt fell open and I had an unobstructed view of a very hairy beaver. No panties here. Her pussy lips were partially open and looked moist. Suddenly Glenda realized what I was looking at and pulled her skirt back into position and obstructed my view.
I stood and asked was there anything else that I could do for her. She suggested a cup of tea. I was soon sat drinking tea with her. Afterwards I told her that I needed to try to get to work, but would drop in on her on my way home. As soon as I could get away from work I was on the bus home and thinking about visiting Glenda and her hairy beaver. I had always enjoyed hairy pussies rather than naked ones. Naked ones remind me too much of babies pussies and I find that a turn off.
I knocked on Glenda's door and let myself in, calling out that it was me and I was checking on her. She was stretched out on the sofa. I asked had she had anything to eat or drink and she told me no. So I went to put the Kettle on and make her a quick sandwich. She was soon sat up on the sofa eating her sandwich and drinking her tea. I had just finished my tea when her husband came in and asked who I was. Glenda told him about her accident and that I was a kind man that helped her home when she twisted her ankle and that I was now back checking on her. He thanked me and introduced himself as Ron. Seeing she was now ok and that her husband was home I made my excuses and left them to it.
The next day the snow had almost melted so I took my car. On my way home I again stopped off to see if Glenda was ok. She was a fair bit better and hobbling around, but was still happy for me to make us both a cup of tea. She hobbled back to her chair and put her leg up and onto the foot stool. As I put her tea down next to her I got another view of her beaver. I sat on the sofa with my tea. I still had a slight view up her skirt and she must have seen me looking.
"Like it do you?" she asked. I tried to look confused, but she added, "My fanny. It's not the first time you have looked up my skirt." I apologized for looking. Glenda smiled saying that there was no need for apologies and again asked if I like it. I told her I did and she lifted her skirt giving me a good view of her pussy and her abundant patch of pubic hair. I didn't mean to but I said, "wow," seeing her hairy patch. "Like a lot of hair do you?" she asked. I told Glenda that I hated naked pussies, and trimmed ones whilst ok wasn't what I really enjoyed. Glenda left her pussy and bush on show until we heard Ron opening the front door. Then she quickly covered up.
On seeing me Ron joked, "You having a thing with my missus." I joked back, "I wish." Ron went and got himself a drink and sat talking with us. He seemed a nice bloke and he thanked me before I left for helping his missus. The following day I had a day off and so lunchtime I walked the two houses down to their house and again let myself in calling out to Glenda. I had prepared us both some lunch and put the kettle on. By the time I returned to the lounge with our lunch and tea, Glenda had again uncovered her hairy snatch. She sat eating and drinking with her pussy on full show.
As we sat eating and drinking Glenda asked about a wife or girlfriend. I explained that I had only recently moved in and my girlfriend refused to move with me, so at that time I was alone. Food and drinks consumed I went to take Glenda's cup from her. As I reached out Glenda caught my hand and steered it to her bush. It was nearly three months since I last had any pussy and wasn't about to miss out on this opportunity and stroked her bush and fingered her pussy. After a few minutes Glenda told me that she had enough and reluctantly I withdrew my hand and took her cup and plate.
The following day I visited again after work and made us some tea. I was again treated to a look and quick fingering of her bush and pussy. She again covered up when Ron arrived home. I was a little worried that Ron might be getting suspicious, but he was just as friendly and he suggested that I came around for dinner on Saturday night. I readily accepted his offer. I again visited Glenda on the Thursday and Friday afternoons and again copped a feel of Glenda's hairy pussy.
To my surprise on Saturday there was another woman already at their house and over dinner there was a fair bit of match making going on mainly by Ron. Sue was very nice and quiet sexy and we seemed to hit it off so at the end of the evening I offered to take her home. When we arrived that her house she gave me a kiss and told me she had wanted to do that all evening. I was invited in and it wasn't long before we were in her bedroom and I was taking her clothes off. I was rewarded with another hairy pussy that I was soon licking and sucking. Sue was a good and energetic fuck. As we lay recovering she mentioned her husband. I went cold worrying until she said he was away on business. I hadn't seen a wedding ring and inquired. She told me she took it off when she met men.
I met and fucked her a few more times enjoying her hairy bush. Glenda was now fully recovered and I had no excuse to just visit her and hadn't seen her for several weeks. I needed to leave my car at the garage for it's MOT and service and needed to use the bus. There stood Glenda. "Hello stranger," she said, "you avoiding me?" I told her I wasn't but I didn't have an excuse to visit her now. She was quick to tell me that I didn't need an excuse. We sat together at the back of the bus and as soon as we were seated she took my hand steered it under her coat and skirt straight to her naked hairy pussy.
I gave her a good fingering during the two stops that we needed to travel. As we got off the bus she kissed me on the cheeks and said, "don't be a stranger." A few days later an invite dropped through my door inviting me to a barbecue at Glenda and Ron's on Saturday. I phoned and said I would attend and Glenda asked had I a plus one and sadly I had to tell her not yet. Saturday soon arrived and I again found that Ron and Glenda had set about matchmaking with Alma. She was nice enough but not really my normal type and I don't think I was hers either. Later as it got cooler we retired indoors where Ron cracked open some more wine. I thought it a little odd that Ron ended up on the sofa with Alma and Glenda came and sat on my lap although there was two other chairs.
We were sat talking when Ron suggested some music and got up and put on what I would call smoochy music. He then pulled Alma to her feet and shuffled around a little with her to the music. Then I spotted that one of Ron's hands was on Alma's arse. As they shuffled around Glenda was wriggling on my lap causing my cock to grow. Then Glenda's hand was rubbing my cock. I was worried that Ron would see and get angry. Then I noticed that his other hand was under Alma's skirt and as it went higher I suddenly got a peek at her pussy. Like Glenda's there was quiet a beaver between Alma's legs. Ron soon had fingers in Alma's pussy and Alma was groaning her pleasure.
There was no need for secrecy now and Glenda was getting my cock out and stroking it against her beaver as her husband Ron was putting Alma on her back on the dining table. Then he was muff diving into her bush. Glenda suggested we get more comfortable. I had no idea what she was intending but went along with it and found myself following her upstairs and into a bedroom. Like Ron I was soon muff diving into Glenda's bush.
After some while we stood and stripped each others clothes off and as we got back on the bed we were joined by Ron and Alma. Like us they were now both totally naked. Both women were quickly on their backs and Ron was on and in Alma while I took advantage of his wife Glenda's hairy bush and plowed into her pussy. We had been going at it for a while when Ron tapped me on the shoulder and said swap. I found myself slipping into Alma's pussy while Ron was on his wife pumping her fanny. A while later all four of us coming came pretty close to each other. Both myself and Ron came in their pussies.
Then after a rest Ron took Alma to another room and shortly we heard them going at it again. Glenda turned and mounting me rubbing her bush in my face and stroking my limp dick and then sucking it. Having a bush in my face soon had me getting hard again and it wasn't long before I had Glenda on her knees and was hammering into her from behind as I stroked her pussy and bush. My other hand was massaging her tits. Glenda was building to a great orgasm and dragged me with her and as she came and shook uncontrollably I shot my cum into her trembling pussy. later as we lay in the afterglow I asked what was it all about.
Glenda explained that they were part of the Bush club. It was a club for men and women that loved a good beaver and the women had to have a good uncontrolled bush to join. Glenda told me that for just twenty pounds a year I could join the bush club. The money was used for admin costs. Glenda told me that Sue and her husband were members as was Alma and her husband. She went on to tell me that there were twenty six women members and if I joined there would be thirty nine male members. They met mainly at individuals houses, but twice a year they would hire somewhere for a meeting for all members. Not all members were local so it was a chance to meet like minded people from further afar.
Before I could join and pay my membership I had to agree the rules:-
1. No meetings without partners being aware of said meetings.
2. Condoms must be worn if requested.
3. No shaving down there for either men or women. The only exception was for medical reasons.
4. No means no. If requested to stop or not start it was mandatory.
5. No drugs or excessive alcohol.
An unwritten rule which I had already witnessed appeared to be no panties. I quickly agreed the rules and paid my membership. Ron was happy to welcome me and said that I could see Glenda whenever I wanted and Alma informed me that she was single so was available whenever she felt like it. I now had two beavers that I could avail myself of. Ron said that Sue was married so her husband had to be contacted for agreement before she was available, but added that Geoff her husband was easy going and had never been know to say no.
Over the next year I met most of the female members either singly with their partners permission or in groups of three up to ten people. I attended my first group meeting and was overwhelmed at the amount of furry pussies on show and couldn't choose which one to go for first. Jackie chose me and while I went in for a dive in her bush told me that my reaction was a usual reaction. That weekend I must have dived in somewhere near fifteen bushes. I didn't shag that many, probably no more that five of them in fact. Just the fun of licking beautiful hairy pussies was more than enough.
That was just over twelve years back. Since then I met Joan and introduced her to the club. Although we are what most people would call an item, we share or go solo most weekends. I had been going out with Joan for two months before I dared to tell her about the Bush club fearing her reaction. I was surprised when she asked when could she join. I knew that she qualified with her bush that I love, but wondered what she thought about the other rules. She was signed up by the end of the day and Ron was taking his first dive in Joan's bush as I reciprocated with Glenda's bush.
The virus put paid to the club for a while, but it is starting to start up again and small groups are meeting again. I cant wait for the next full club meeting to show Joan and her bush off and meet old and possibly new friends.
Before anyone asks, membership is by invitation only, and as you can see from the numbers the club is pretty small. There are no plans for growing anything but slowly and as I said by invitation. So if you find a woman with no panties and a good bush you might just have found a member.
