I'm a middle aged guy who, like most, have developed an appreciation of the modern woman (ink, multi-colored hair, etc.). But at the same time, I am drawn to the look of woman from my more youthful past (full bush, no ink, etc.). Far more times than not, I will read a review with lust only to be slightly disappointed when I note that the lady is shaved (like the modern day porn star which I am guessing is the basis for the preference by younger men). To each their own of course.
I also find myself keeping an eye out for celebrity look-a-likes from days gone by or ladies who have the physical physique of someone from my past. For example, I'd love to meet a lady with the look of Evelyn Treacher (the first Penthouse Pet from years gone by). Any ideas? The impression she left on me as a young guy reading a magazine remains. And I have to mention Mrs. W, the divorced neighbor from my youth. She still causes me restless nights. lol What's it like for you? Be safe.So was the neighbor just someone you lusted at from afar, or someone who invited you in for ... cookies.
She was a sultry 40-something divorcee with a huge rack and long black hair who dated younger men. We lived in a huge apartment complex. I knocked on her door so many times to "borrow" things she finally told me to stop. A couple of years later after she moved, I saw her on the street one summer day. I was probably 19 then and in solid shape wearing shorts with no shirt. She was friendly and remarked that I was looking good. As she said the words, she reached out and slowly dragged her finger down my chest. I almost blew a load right there. I almost couldn't speak. She laughed and smiled knowing full well the effect she had on me. I never saw her again. There was more that day or the beginning of more than day but I was just an idiot kid who didn't have a clue. Great memories anyway. Thanks Mrs. W.
If you have her current contact info., feel free to message me. 
and I was shocked to learn much later that women could have pubes.
Today I see some gals who are clean shaven and others who let is grow out, and the in betweens as well.
I like variety anyway.
My first curiosities about the female form led me to the ladies undergarment section of the Sears catalog before I'd yet reached the age of 10 back in the 1950's. There was of course no nudity, but I already had an appreciation for a great pair of gams at that age, and there were plenty of bare legs in the Sears catalog. Female models were rarely what you could call skinny back then. Some were willowy I think you could say. There weren't any models that you could call athletic. Most had a soft hourglass look, and the centerfolds in that first year of Penthouse were still pretty much the same: softer, non athletic types. And fake boobs weren't even on the radar yet. I also have a Mrs. W in my past: my 40 something 5th grade teacher who always wore a skirt, button up blouse or tight sweater, sheer nylons, and liked to sit on the front of her desk, legs crossed, while conducting her lessons. Given my appreciation for a woman's legs, you can imagine my reaction to Mrs. W. I sat there daily with a raging boner, barely able to pay attention to classwork. To this day still, thoughts of her sitting there like that get me going. And to this day, a woman's legs are the first thing I notice.
Oh my. I started getting erections when I was pretty young, looking at starlets in swimsuits in my mother's movie magazines. Plenty of fantasies there, even if I wasn't sure what was happening to me "down there." As for school I had a crush on a hot high school English teacher who wasn't all that much older than I was. A few years later, when I was a college sophomore, she came down for a visit and we kicked off a torrid affair that lasted more than a year. Lots of motel rooms. The folks back home would have been shocked!
... the lauging emoji was meant to come after my "jealous" comment to indicate that it was a joke. That's not where it landed. Sorry for any confusion.