I stepped into the general store, grocery list in hand. The place was pretty much empty, and I realized I'd arrived during the mid-morning lull. Aside from a man in bib overalls strolling the aisles, there was only the clerk behind the counter. 

Our eyes met, and she smiled at me. "Can I help you find something?"

I ventured closer, returning her smile. "Well, I'm here for the summer, helping my grandmother fix up her house, so I guess I'd better learn where things are on my own."

"Who's your grandmother?" the young woman asked while straightening her smock. When I told her, she made a noncommittal sound. 

That didn't really surprise me. Just before I'd left the house to come here, Gran had said, "Steer clear of that girl they have working the register. She's from a family of dirty hippies living off River Road."

"Dirty hippies?" I said through my laughter. "Gran, it's not the 1960s anymore."

"Might as well be," she shot back. "Once you see that clerk, you'll know exactly what I mean."

Needless to say, Gran could be on the judgmental side. Looking at the clerk now, I had no idea why she'd drawn my grandmother's wrath. She appeared to be around twenty, same as me. Her hair, a light brown, was pulled into a messy top knot, and she wore no makeup. She was fresh-faced, ordinary in an appealing way. Her eyes, a gorgeous blue, were bright and attentive as she listened to me speak. I glimpsed what I guessed was a small stick-and-poke tattoo on the inside of her forearm, but I couldn't imagine Gran condemning her over that.

"I'm Will, by the way," I said now, offering my free hand. She reached across the counter and shook it.

"I'm Poppy. Nice to meet you."

Before I could respond, the man in overalls approached, carrying a container of iodized salt. I quickly stepped out of his way.

"Let me know if you need any help," Poppy called after me. 

Grabbing a basket, I made my way down each aisle, looking from Gran's list to the shelves. I was able to find everything but the paprika. Not wanting to bother Poppy, I kept up the search. Still, I was relieved when I saw her striding in my direction.

"Finding everything okay?" She tucked her hands in the pockets of her smock and rocked back on her heels. Beneath that smock, which was embroidered with the store's name, she wore a tank top and lightweight slacks, along with a pair of sneakers. 

"Uh, I've got everything but the paprika," I said. 

"It's right over here."

I followed Poppy a short distance to the end of the aisle. She came to a stop, and I did as well.

When she lifted her arm to reach for the spice on a higher shelf, I immediately understood why Gran had called her a dirty hippie. Her armpit sported a thatch of hair! I couldn't help but gape, as I'd never seen a woman who didn't shave under her arms. Hell, most of the girls at college shaved everything below their neck on an almost-daily basis.  

By the sidelong glance Poppy gave me, I sensed she was gauging my reaction. In fact, she was struggling to hide a smile. 

"Here you go," she said, holding out the paprika. 

I was still too shocked to respond. My gaze kept darting to her armpit, for I had a strange fascination with the hair covering it.

Finally, Poppy tossed the container into my basket. My mouth dropped open as she lifted her arms high above her head. 

"Get a good look," she told me. 

To my astonishment, my dick twitched in my shorts. Fuck, I was getting a hard-on from this! 

Before I could stop myself, I whispered, "Are you hairy all over?"

Poppy raised her eyebrows. "Why? You like hairy girls?"

"I think I do," I confessed. My dick certainly did!

She considered me for a moment, then glanced at her watch. Without another word, she headed toward the front of the store, and I could do nothing but follow. 

I was starting to apologize when she took a set of keys from her pocket and went to lock the door. My brow furrowed in confusion as I watched her turn the OPEN sign around so it read CLOSED to any customers outside.

Turning back to me, she said, "There should be two of us working today, but my coworker called in sick, and no one else can cover until noon. I'm due for a break, but we have to hurry."

"What... what are we doing?" I sounded like a complete idiot.

Impatient, Poppy closed the distance between us, took my basket, and set it on the counter. I let her grab my hand and lead me to a door on the left. It opened onto a small office area and break room.

As soon as we were inside, Poppy grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to her. My breath caught in my chest as our lips met. The feel of her tongue grazing mine jolted me out of my bewilderment. 

"Lift your arms over your head again," I urged in a low voice.

Grinning, Poppy obeyed my request. I couldn't resist nuzzling her right armpit. Feeling the coarse hair on my skin, I inhaled deeply. I caught the scent of deodorant, and beneath it, a trace of her sweat. My cock was rock-hard, and I had to reach between us to adjust it in my shorts.

"Take it out," she ordered.

My eyes widened again. "Are you serious?"

"I sure am." Playfully, she ruffled my short brown hair. "I want to see how hard you are for me right now."

Desperate to free my erection, I wasted no time while doing what she said. Dick in hand, I gave her a helpless stare. 

Poppy rewarded me by wrapping her slender fingers around my shaft. I groaned as she began stroking me at a teasingly slow pace. 

"Want me to take my pants off?" she asked. "I don't shave my legs, either."

"Please," I whimpered.

Releasing me, she stepped back and took off her smock. After tossing it on the table, she pulled off her sneakers, then worked to lower her slacks.

I gasped upon seeing her thighs, which were covered in fine dark hair. The hair on her calves was thicker, casting a shadow on her fair skin. I leaned forward to slide my palm along her leg. My dick pulsed in response. 

"You're cute," Poppy said. "I mean, I've been with guys who didn't care whether I shaved or not, but you? You're really into it."

"I've definitely learned something new about myself today," I admitted.

My fingers inched upward, closer to her cotton panties. They were a pale blue, and I could make out her full, dark bush beneath the fabric. An involuntary groan emerged from my throat when I saw curls peeking out from each side of the undergarment's crotch.

"You want to see that, too?" Poppy taunted.

"So much!"

"On one condition. If you see it, you have to taste it."

Those words made my precum start flowing. Poppy seemed delighted with the strand of clear liquid dangling from my cockhead. She gathered it up on her fingertip, then brought it to her lips. The sight of her sliding that finger into her mouth sent a needy tremor through my entire body.

"Take off your panties and sit on the desk," I said.

Poppy quickly stripped from the waist down, leaving only her socks on, then hopped up onto the desktop. I released a moan at the sight of her spreading her legs wide. 

"Hurry," she urged when I stared too long.

Settling into the chair in front of her, I couldn't resist taking a few more seconds to slide my hands over her hairy legs. Her pubic hair was matted with pussy juice, and as I leaned closer, I understood how the term hair pie came about.

Closing my eyes, I drew in another deep breath. Her scent was powerful, the damp curls trapping the odor between her thighs. My tongue snaked forward, desperate for my first taste.

I licked her from entrance to clit, gathering up the clear, viscous lubrication. My taste buds puckered, and I immediately went back for more.

"Ah, that's it!" Poppy sighed. Weaving her fingers through my hair, she held me in place. "Fuck, I love seeing you eat me out!"

My dick was producing what seemed to be an endless supply of precum. I used it to fondle my cockhead while my mouth went to work devouring Poppy's cunt. Her clit was quite responsive; every time I swept my tongue over it, she moaned in encouragement. 

"Faster," she demanded. "You need to make me come before break is over!"

Stroking my dick at a more fervent pace, I suckled and licked her clit. My senses were overloaded by the act, and I didn't hesitate to get her juice all over my face. 

The moment I ever so lightly nibbled her sensitive bud, she came with a shudder. Wrapping my lips around her pearl, I sucked hard. 

"Oh my God!" she squealed, practically vibrating on the desk. Her thighs tried to clamp around me, and honestly, I wished I could have been caught there with my face buried in her pussy for hours. 

With her fingers in my hair, Poppy lifted my head. Our eyes met before she glanced at the wall clock and said, "You've got five minutes to fuck me."

I hesitated only long enough to remove a stray hair from my mouth. Jumping to my feet, I lined my cock up with Poppy's entrance. As soon as I slid inside her warm, slick cunt, my balls tightened, and I knew I'd be finished in less than five minutes.

Realizing I might never have this chance again, I was determined to make the most of it. "Lie back and lift your arms," I told her, a note of pleading in my voice.

Poppy giggled while draping her upper body across the desk. My gaze moved from her hairy pits to her hairy pussy, and in my excitement, I couldn't keep from jackhammering her cunt. 

"Fuck, sorry!" I yelped, forcing myself to slow down.

"It's okay." Slipping a hand between her thighs, she started rubbing her swollen clit. "I like it hard."

That was all the invitation I needed. My hips took on a wild, rough rhythm, prompting Poppy to raise her legs and place her ankles on my shoulders. Immediately, I grasped her calves, my hands sliding along her skin. 

By some miracle, I managed to last until she came all around my cock. Her contractions drew a sound like a growl from my throat. She kept playing with her pussy, stretching out her climax.

"Where do you want my cum?" I panted.

"Right here." She patted the dark triangle of pubic hair covering her sex just before succumbing to another spasm. 

I rushed to pull out, afraid I'd shoot my load any second. Gripping my cock, I jerked off furiously. Poppy lifted her head to watch me, her gaze still slightly unfocused.

My entire body tensed, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Finally, I was able to let go, issuing a groan of sheer relief. Witnessing my cum shooting forth and spattering all over Poppy's bush was so damn satisfying that I kept stroking my dick in an effort to milk it of every last drop.

Poppy made a sound like a contented purr, then started rubbing my semen into her pubic hair. Noticing my astonished expression, she said, "I'm going to spend the rest of the day covered in your jizz."

Without thinking, I pressed my lips to her hairy calf. I was sweating in that stuffy back room, and I reeked of pussy. My dick was already trying to revive itself. 

When Poppy moved to sit up, I quickly helped her. Sliding her arms around my neck, she gave me another deep kiss. "Don't wash your face once you get home," she whispered.

Her request made my cheeks flush even hotter, but I quickly nodded in agreement. "Can I see you again?" I asked.

She smiled, clearly pleased. "Sure. Come by tomorrow; I'm off work at six. We'll have a lot more time then."

A half hour later, I was back at Gran's house. I felt her stare on me as I placed the grocery bags on the table. Poppy's scent was still all over me, and I made sure to keep a safe distance between me and my grandmother.

"Were you able to get everything on the list?" she asked.

Wiping at my face, I nodded. "Yeah, and the girl working the register is really nice, Gran. You shouldn't be so quick to judge."

The mild reprimand made her scowl. "I don't care how nice she is. She needs a good-quality razor and some shaving cream!"

My lips twisted into a grin as I fought to suppress a snort of laughter. Doing my best to look nonchalant, I shrugged and gave Gran a playful wink. "I don't know... I think there's a lot to be said for the natural look."

"Don't be silly!" Gran scolded. "I bet you were gawking at that girl just like everyone else."

On my way out of the kitchen, I replied, "Apparently I didn't gawk too much, because she agreed to go out with me tomorrow night."

Ignoring Gran's vehement protests, I strolled outside and got busy repairing the back porch. The day grew warmer as lunchtime approached, and though I worked up a sweat, it wasn't enough to remove the smell of Poppy's cunt from my skin. Several times, I had to fight back an erection while remembering our quick fuck in the break room.

At around one, Gran opened the back door. Her face was still pinched with disapproval. "Are you ready for lunch?" she asked.

Glancing up at her, I smiled and shook my head. "I ate earlier."