“Huh?” Jake said as Becky reached over the table to grab his hand.
“Come on, stud,” Becky purred and pulled him up out of his chair, “All your big talk about taking two mares in heat at the same time!”
“Wait, what?” Jake asked as Becky lead him over to the stairs and up to the second floor, “What are you doing?”
Jake’s voice was breathless and hopeful and nervous when Becky turned back to grin at him.
“Trying something new,” Becky replied.
Jake swallowed as he was led down the hall, but instead of going into Becky’s bedroom like he had expected she pulled him into the bathroom. Becky let go of his hand and turned on the hot and cold faucets in the old fashioned claw foot bathtub, the water gushing out.
“You do want to help me, don’t you?” Becky purred when she turned back to face Jake and reached down to pull her night shirt slowly over her head, “To try something new?”
Jake licked his lips while he watched Becky’s large breasts bounce and sway. He didn’t know her size, but if he had to guess he’d certainly say she was a D cup if not even larger, her dark areola three or four inches across, her nipples thick and wrinkly and dark brown.
“What…” Jake began and had to stop to clear his throat, “What do you want to do?”
“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” Becky said, a memory of her from many years ago flashing through Jake’s mind.
“Uh hu, and if I don’t want to?” Jake asked with a smile at the memory.
“I’ll sit on you and tickle you!” Becky shot back with a smile of her own.
She reached down and slipped her cotton panties down, Jake staring at her thick bush that covered her mound and inner thighs. Becky reached down to cover herself self consciously and then pulled her hand away and used both hands to spread her thighs apart. Becky swallowed and glanced from her copious bush up to see Jake’s eyes gazing between her legs.
“Shave me,” Becky said.
“Wh… what?” Jake stammered.
“I want you to shave me like you said you shaved your girlfriend,” Becky explained, “I want to feel what it’s like to be smooth. Will you do that for me?”
Jake looked up into Becky’s eyes and nodded but then paused to lick his lips.
“Maybe, uhhh…” he began tentatively.
“What?” Becky said, her face blushing while she quicky covered herself with her hand.
“Nothing bad!” Jake insisted and reached out gently to pull Becky’s hand away while he gazed at her bush, her outer lips just barely visible through the thick, black curls, “Would you maybe…
“Can I leave a little landing strip? It would be really fucking sexy and makes you smell better too!”
“I smell?” Becky said repressively.
“Women smell amazing and delicious and I get sooo hard just from your aroma!” Jake admitted while grinning at her.
Becky reached out to grab the top of Jake’s head and pull him towards her.
“Smell me,” Becky demanded, Jake grinning and quickly getting onto his knees.
He leaned forward and pressed his nose deep into Becky’s thick bush and breathed in deep with a loud, drawn out sniff. He had his eyes closed when he breathed in the smell of her sweat and pungent, strong aroma of shellfish and moist earth and then leaned back to stare up at Becky while she gazed down at him with trembling legs.