First glimpse of pussy hair

[Tigershark624]

My first glimpse of bush was my first girlfriend. We were both 14 and used to go down to the shores of the lake by her house. We had built a bonfire and were snuggling. Though inexperienced, I soon had her blouse unbuttoned and her pants down around her knees. She was a dark, exotic beauty, a mix of Italian and Native American, if I recall correctly. My first real contact with a hairy pussy was a woman 7 years my senior, who taught me how to please a woman. I'll always be grateful to her for that.

[Ace1965]

I graduated high school in 1983. I worked for my father and a co-worker and I had to go to Memphis for a school in 1984 or 1985 I can't remember which.

On our way home we had stopped by the corporate office to see a woman that we talked to on the phone a lot. She had the sexiest voice and we had heard that she was a real hottie. Well she sure was. She was wearing a leather miniskirt, tons of cleavage, high heels with black stockings. I was 19 or 20 so she had my tongue dragging.

We were about to leave Memphis when my co-worker suggested that we stop by one of the local strip clubs. Memphis was famous for their clubs in the 70's and 80's. If you look in the Cheri magazine thread there might be a pictorial touring all the Memphis clubs.

I think we went into Danny's but I can't be sure. All I know is when I went in there I was seeing bush everywhere. I do remember there was this one gorgeous blonde that had an awesome blonde bush. Now I was too shy to tip anyone or get a dance and we only stayed about 20 minutes but that was my first exposure to live bush.

[Peau Peep]

I was about 13 or 14 and went around my mates house to see if he was in.

I let myself in the back door and called out his name. No answer, but I could hear the radio on upstairs.

I went to the bottom of the stairs and called out again. His mum told me he was out with his dad and wouldn't be long and that I could wait in his bedroom if I'd like.

So I went up the stairs to go to his bedroom and had to pass the spare bedroom, of which the door was half open.

I could hear the radio on in the room, so as I walked by I looked in to see his mum laid on her back on a sunbed!

She was a pretty hot milf at the time (she has since passed on, RIP) with nice bigish tits and a lovely blond bush.

She was laid with her feet closest to me, so I had a good look at her bush as well as right between her legs which were slightly parted.

I was instantly hard and had to go to their bathroom and beat one off instantly.

When I came out I met her on the landing wearing a towelling dressing gown, she gave me a knowing smile and asked if was OK.

I'm getting horny again just thinking about it!

[smutwerx]

Perhaps not the same thing, but when I was in school shirt bottoms did not meet pants tops and there were a lot of treasure trails on girls. I assume it isn't necessary for me to describe the thrill of seeing that fuzz, especially black fuzz, climbing out of a girl's pants. Let's just say it kept me up nights. Shaving and waxing has killed the treasure trail, sadly. They are relics, seen in old photos like extinct carrier pigeons. However I did convince my current girlfriend once to grow her pubic hair out, but I assumed and was proven correct that there would be no trail because she's naturally blonde. I would never give her up, but oh for a black treasure trail...

[USBPepsi]

Like many in this thread, my first glimpse of real pubes was on my mother (look, eelcat's clawing at his eyes! ). I was so young that I wasn't a "sexual being", though, so I didn't really dwell on it other than to think that my Mom didn't look like me.

When my oldest brother went into the military, he left a lot of magazines behind in his room, so that's when I got my first looks at "non-real" pubes. This was still before I hit puberty, though, so it was really just a matter of curiosity.

By the way, why do they say you hit puberty? It hits you, usually like a truck.

The most important event, though, was my first look at real-life pubes after I cared about them. I was about sixteen, and my best friend in high school was a girl. We had a great idea for a humor issue of the school paper, in which she would pose for nude photos, but she'd be anonymous; her entire head and all the naughty bits would be blacked out. It was supposed to be a hard-hitting expose' on runaway censorship bars attacking women and covering their goodies.

I'm into my 40s now, but sadly my sense of humor is still about that puerile.

Looking back, the real down side of all this was that I thought this girl was incredibly beautiful, and I was stuck firmly in the Friend Zone. The reason she was willing to get naked in front of me was that she barely thought of me as a guy. However, the upside was that, as previously stated, SHE WAS WILLING TO GET NAKED IN FRONT OF ME!

Anyway, she and my other close high school friend, who actually had the talent with a camera, skipped out of school for a day (not an uncommon habit for us) and went to the house of a relative of hers. We had the place to ourselves for the entire day, because this relative, who trusted the girl enough to let her have a key, didn't get home from work until about 5:00.

As life-changing experiences go, I must say it is in my Top 5. My friend stripped completely nude and let us take pictures of her on the couch, lying on the floor, even in a tub full of water. She only drew the line at lying in bed. Her reasoning was that a couple of teenage boys in a bedroom with her, with her lying spread out and posing provocatively, was asking for trouble. I thought that was funny, (and still do) because the "photographer" and I were already so horned up that we were about to explode. Fortunately for her (and our consciences) we were also enough gentlemen/good friends that we weren't going to lay a finger on her.

Of course, this thread is about pubes. I guess all I need to say on that subject was that it was the early 80s. Bush City.

It was an amazing and strange experience. Amazing for obvious reasons. Strange for the same reasons, but also because it was the first time I ever really got my parents angry at me. See, I made the mistake of calling home halfway through the day to ask my Dad something stupid about going out that night; I can't even remember what I thought was so damned important. Anyway, underestimating my father's intelligence, I was calling from a pay phone outside (we were on our way back to school so we could all go home on respective buses and thus make it look like we were at school all day; we went to a small-town school out in the middle of nowhere). My Dad immediately asked where I was. Reflexively I lied: "I'm at school."

My Dad didn't say another word, but by the time we were back at school, he had already BEEN THERE and left. I was greeted by one of the "cool teachers" at the place, someone who was too nice to actually officially bust us. He did, however, walk up to me and say, "Your father says hi, and oh, by the way, are you in it deep!" What an understatement. I had to ride home on the bus, knowing all the way that my Dad would be at home, waiting for me and extra pissed.

I was in trouble. My shutterbug friend was in trouble; my mother called his mother and told her about our misdeed. (oh, the embarassment!) The next couple of grounded weeks were pretty rough (by teenager standards). Looking back, though, it wasn't really that bad. After all, no one at home knew about the truly naughty business we'd been up to (my parents never found out that my female friend was with us at all, so at least she didn't get in trouble with her parents). Besides, as one of my oldest brothers always told me, I was spoiled because I was the youngest. My Dad, who had been pretty tough with the other kids, had mellowed by the time I came along. A couple of weeks going straight to my room when I got home, no TV, lights out at 7:00. No biggie. I was such a Goodie Two-Shoes, though, that the whole time I was overwhelmed by guilt at lying to my parents. You see, they didn't mind me skipping out, as I was an A student. It was that I had lied about this one time (because I had previously promised to cut back on skipping).

The final punchline came when my friends and I showed the pictures to my Journalism teacher. It was the first time I had ever heard him use profanity: "Are you fucking insane?" Seeing his career flash before his eyes, he told us what we should have known all along, which was that censored or not, these pictures would bring the entire administration down on us like a ton of bricks. Besides, as he pointed out, why the hell couldn't we have taken pictures of her with a bikini on? With the censor bars over the pic, it would have looked exactly the same. Young, foolish kid that I was, I had no good answer for that (although inside my head the answer was simple: "But I wanted to see ______ naked!") His final words made his delicate situation clear. "You never showed me these pictures! I don't know about this; if anyone asks me forty years from now, when I'm on my deathbed, I'll say I NEVER KNEW ABOUT IT!"

A week after this all went down, my female friend asked me if she could borrow the pics of her. She wanted to see how they turned out. Idiot that I was, (man, was I dumb back then!) I said "sure, take them." Of course, she never gave them back. After she had a look at them, what she had done was all too "real". I never saw the pics again, and my photog friend CLAIMED that he had destroyed the negatives to keep his Mom from finding out. I never believed him, but I couldn't prove anything.

It all ended rather sentimentally, about fifteen years later. My Mom had passed on, and my father was now also succumbing to Cancer. During the last year my Dad and I talked about all sorts of stuff that we previously had left unsaid. Late one night, when we were watching a sitcom in which some dumb kid was lying to his parents, Dad remarked, "I remember when you did something that stupid."

I replied, "Yeah, Dad, but you never knew the whole story. See, it was totally worth it." He asked why, and I told him. I thought he was going to suffocate, he was laughing so hard.

How could he blame me, really? I know these days, because technology has "enabled" it, kids sending naked pics to other kids is a big controversy. What me and my friends did twenty-five or more years ago could get us in trouble with the law, if we were kids who did it today. Really, though, what teenage boy wouldn't want to see a teenage girl naked? At least we'd gone about it honestly. We said to her "Do you think you could strip down naked for us?", and she said "Yeah, I think that would be okay." (she may have even said "Yeah, I think that would be fun", but I'd hate to hurt her "good girl" reputation )

Ah, teenaged life. Those pictures, whether I had copies or not, got me through to... oh, I'd say my first days at college. At that point I started pursuing new girls and new fantasies (only occasionally making a fantasy come true, sad to say). Until then, though, just the memories of my friend that I had burned into my brain gave me plenty to think about on lonely nights, when I only had my right hand to turn to. It had been an 80s bush, my best friend's bush, and that kind of thing sticks with you.

[Mad Koala Bear]

It has long been thought, probably erroneously, that John Ruskin, the Victorian art critic, was so shocked by the sight of his new wife's pubic hair on their wedding night, that the marriage was never consummated.

[victor meldrew]

Mine was early on at secondary school. five young imprssionable twelve year olds playing footie at lunch time, when one eagle eyed member of our gang spotted, one of the young female teachers taking a shower. How strang a window to the girls changing room should be open? A birds eye view of a young woman, full frontal, cleaning herself. Unfortunately for us, she looked in our direction and the look of horror on her face when she realised. The window was shut fairly promptly. Football took a backward step, mainly due to the discomfort of five hard ons.

However, the first lessom was interupted after lunch and the five "perverts" he words, not mine, were frog marched out of the classroom, to be confronted by, the school bully, the teacher who just loved handing out, copral punishment. Six of the best, three on each hand and really painful, as I was also first in line and caught the full force of his punishment, bastard always smiled, as well.

A nice lunch, with a sting in the tail.

[will]

I was eleven the girl in question was called Janice and we were at the swing pool, an old fashoned one with changing cubicles along both sides girls one side boys the other, above the boys changing cubicles was a viewing area. I was sat there watching Janice waiting for my friends to join mefor the walk home, when Janice got out of the pool and went to change, as girls do her friend went to ask her something and janice half opened the door I could see her side on blond hair firm tits and a dark bush, I went out with her later my first older girlfriend and the hair and bush still didnt match

[PeeYouAy]

When I was 18 I lost my v-plates to a pro with a lovely red muff. I've had a thing for redheads ever since. Although when I read other member's posts, I wish my first experience was like theirs.

[rockboy83]

I was around 11-12 years old, on the holiday in Bulgaria with the bus full of boys and girls in 10-16 years of age. One girl, approx. two years older than me, came out of the sea on the beach to play cards with us (or something else). She sit down directly in front of me, she stretch her legs and I had a wonderful view to her triangle... She had a yellow, little bit transparent bikini... and I can remember very well, than one of her lips was out of her bikini!