****** Hairy Women by Susan Watergate ******
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Hairy Women


Part 1

Hair here, hair there, hair everywhere...can this really be the midwest? Being
hirsute myself, I have no problem with sharing my hairy pits and legs with
anyone that wants to take a look. Over the years I have "come out" with my body
hair and most times don't even give a thought letting it show anywhere, any
time. Today I have notice more and more women in the midwest are enjoying the
natural female body and the sensuous life that being hirsute provides. Let me
give you an example of what I mean!

Every time we go to the Loop or the Central West End we truly enjoy the side
walk cafes. While setting outdoors, the sunshine warms my body to a nice wet
glow which I find exciting. My sweat begins to flow and with that up goes my
arms which allows that nice little summer breeze an attempt to cool me off and
dry my dripping pits. Of course, this act gives everyone a clear view of my
very visible pit hair. I know there are other women that go flat out crazy over
even the slightest glimpse of armpit hair. Then let it be soaked with sweat and
watch out, hard-core sex is just around the corner. The best part is that on
many outings, women are looking and even questioning me about being hirsute.
Trust me, these conversations can become very interesting!

On my last shopping spree to the Loop, Debbie bought me a new belly chain and
ankle chain. Once in the little shop we were greeted by a young lady with
multiple ear rings and baggy pants that were ready to fall off her butt. She
asked what I could be showed and as she pulled our the first tray of stones,
she easily showed off her fully breasts. Then after she stood up and placed the
tray on the table she raised both arms and pulled her hair back into a pony
tail. Her pit hair was full, dark and slightly damp. We made eye contact and
the smiles flowed just as our pit hair did!

Well the sales pitch continued and after I picked out the various stones needed
to complete the chains, I had to be measured. I thought the young lady helping
us would complete this task, but with that a lady slightly older than me came
from behind the back counter and pulled out a cloth tape. She told me to pull
out my T-shirt from inside my shorts so she could get a good measure.

Her first attempt reaching around me placed her nose within inches of my pit.
When I felt her hair brush the bottom of my arm I quickly raised my arms fully
over my head. Of course I held onto my shirt which as it traveled along with my
arms exposed my breasts. What surprised me a little was that she moved still
closer to my fully exposed pit and took her time completing the measurement. I
took a few glances from other men and women in the store, but I wasn't sure if
they were staring at my pit hair or my tits.

I wondered how she was doing when she knelt down in front of me and said that
my shorts were in the way with getting an exact measurement and suggested that
I loosen my shorts and let them slip down just a little to expose my full
waist. So I unbuttoned the clasp and lowered the zipper. I heard a small gasp
escape from her throat as I let my short slip down about three inches. Then I
remembered that I hadn't put any panties on this morning and my bush was
sharing her right in the face. Next she reached around me again with the tape
which brought her nose now in direct contact with my pussy hairs. I knew this
could not go much further with everyone still in the store, so I let her finish
her measurement and then pulled my shorts back up.

As she stood and turned to write down the chain's length, the younger women
called out to me and said I should come to the end of the counter and sit in
the chair. As I sat I crossed my legs and found this hirsute sister down on the
floor in front of me with her own cloth tape. This little sweetie extended my
leg holding it with one hand and stroking my hairs with the other. She
attempted to appear professional moving the tape up and down my leg looking for
the perfect place for the future ankle chain to lie. She smiled her little
smile as she smoothed my leg hairs that had been messed up by her measuring. I
knew that I felt a little strange with how I was setting in the chair as I
realized that she had shifted the leg being measured slightly up and away from
the other. This movement had allowed the gap at the couch of my shorts to
extend enough that she had a clear and direct view of my bush. This completed
the needed measurements and the sale was done. It took about two weeks for the
chains to be completed before I returned to try the chain on. With very little
surprise, upon my return, I was asked to step into the back dressing room to
get the best feel of the new chain's fit. As we walked down the long hallway, I
shared with the older women our love of nudism and how I planned to wear these
chains on the nude beaches in California. Once we arrived in the dressing room,
she pulled closed the antique shear curtain. She next suggested that since I
would wear these chains in the nude, I should try them on the same way. So I
stepped out of my sun dress and placed it on the chair next to me. There I
stood completely naked ready to try on the chains. Once again she was on her
knees in front of me reaching around to close its clasp. Her nose felt good
against my bush so I quickly placed my hands on her head and pulled her into
me. She hooked the chain and nudged me backwards setting me down on the
dressing room couch. As if still trying to make the sale, this pussy lapper
didn't let up until she had her tongue buried deeply. My legs easily spread
allowing her full access to my pussy. It only took about fifteen minutes for
her licking to bring me off.

Beginning to regain my normal breathing, I opened my eyes and found the young
sales lady peering through the curtain. The smile on her face and the hand in
her pants assured me that she had enjoyed the sensuous scene between two women.
Once again our smiles joined along with our eyes. I nodded and she walked
forward stopping once she was seated upon my lap.

She told me that my ankle chain was finished but first she wanted to give me
something else. With that she raised her right arm over her head and leaned
forward pushing her hairy pit against my mouth. She smelled wonderful. Her hair
was about 2 inches long which I easily drew into my mouth. Her flavors were
better than I could have hoped for. It didn't take me long to clean this
wonderfully hirsute girl. She then slide off my lap and knelt down to place the
new chain around my ankle. As she extended my leg, she began a series of long
licks starting at my ankle and ending just below my knee. My leg hairs laid
strangely different after her loving tongue left its damping trail. She
finished licking my entire leg and then returned to the task of placing the
ankle chain in its place.

Both ladies then suggested that I stand and look at myself in the dressing room
mirror. I must admit that the chains looked great. I looked pretty good too
after all of the attention I had just received. I must return to this store
again. Yes, this is the midwest.

Part 2

Hair here, hair there, hair everywhere... can this really be the midwest? Yes,
Dorothy, there are hirsute women in the States and some of them live in the
midwest. As my friends know, I have no problem with sharing my hairy pits and
legs with anyone that wants to take a look.

Life is good and not having to shave is my business and mine alone. Not only
does it save me a lot of time but to be totally honest, its a real sexually
rush when men and women can't get enough of my hairy body! Here's an example of
what I mean.

One Saturday night, Debbie and I went dancing at a strip club in East St.
Louis, MO. We met two other sexy couples there around 11 pm. This is a fun
place to party since on Saturday nights they feature a special dance area for
the sexy couples that want to dirty dance.

Our evening began with the six of us dancing in a close circle facing and
holding each other. Since the DJ plays three song groups, we had time to begin
the night's fun. I guess the best way to describe it is to think of an orgy!
Each person's hands are exploring someone else's body. A sexy time is had by
all caressing breasts, pusses, asses. Now remember that we are not out there
alone. Many other couples (straight and gay) were on this dance floor doing the
same thing. Sexy bodies everywhere you looked on the dance floor and along the
edges you can even see couples fucking. Also remember that while we are doing
all of this, six dance stages are presenting male and female strippers. So the
tone of the evening is very much set. By the third song I found myself getting
so turned on that I went to my knees to eat Debbie's pussy.

Of course while I was busy enjoying myself, Debbie was also busy grouping tits
and ass. After Debbie enjoyed a good cum, I swung around and started in on
Michelle. I finished off Michelle just as the last song stopped. The six of us
returned to our table to enjoy the drinks.

Since this is a strip club and it was Sexy Couples night most women were
wearing very little at all. This also help set the tone for a truly fun filled
evening. As the six of us were setting there talking, another woman from a
neighboring table stepped up beside me and took my hand leading me to the dance
floor. The song had just begun so she did too. This woman was strong and was
touching me as if she was my doctor doing a complete checkup. She began by
reaching around and rubbing my pussy.

Once it was sopping wet, she licked the juice from one hand and moved the other
to my ass. I was glad that she took it easy and only caressed my ass and didn't
rape it. Now we were into the second song and her hands moved back around to me
tits. Of course while she was feeling my tits I was fingering her pussy and
rubbing her ass. I remember feeling lost in this moment between two women, but
I became alert once again as she moved her hands from my tits to my hairy pits.


By now they were nice and wet which helped her fingers slide around. She also
pulled lightly on the long hairs as if measuring their length. Since I was
still facing out to the others on the dance floor they were getting a full show
of all the attention being paid to my hirsute body. The DJ was into the moment
too because I heard him announce he was seeing some really heavy lez action on
the couples dance floor and didn't want it to end so he was going to keep the
music going right on into the next three songs. With that this woman continued
her use of my body still feeling my pits. She then moved around me enough to
begin licking my right one. Before her tongue went to work her nose was
enjoying the delicious pit odor that had built up. Surprised I felt my left arm
being raised above my head and another tongue began licking my left pit. Two
women at once were enjoying my hirsute body. This felt really good, but it only
got better. Within a couple of minutes, a third woman came up to me and shoved
her hairy pit against my mouth! This women must have had some German family
lines because her pit hair was very full and black. It too was extremely wet
with sweat but this made my sexy snack all the better! This four-way must have
gone on for some time because the music finally ended. We all exchanged kisses,
several with some really good tongue. Once again I was taken by the hand and
led back to our table. One last kiss there and this wonderful woman was gone.

I grabbed my drink and told Debbie that I needed to pee and I would be right
back. When I got to the toilet, there was the normal line. As it moved up past
the mirrors I thought I would fix my hair. As I raised my hands to my head, my
eyes dropped to my hairy pits. Yes still damp and still there! The young woman
standing next to me gasp and smiled. Our eyes made contact for the longest
moment. Then she raised both of her arms and showed me her hairy pits. She said
she had just begun to let her hair grow after seeing Drew B's hairy pit in a
Harpers Bazaar magazine. Although only about a half an inch long this young
woman's pit hair was very dense. Next another women came up from behind and
said she had seen the activity on the dance floor. That brought another big
smile to my face. She stood between us and asked to sample both of our hairy
pits, you know like a taste test challenge.

We both raised our arms and submitted to this request. Now most women not
pissing were watching this little show. A few others commented about our sexy
pit hair and one additional women spoke up saying "me too"! Our eyes shifted in
the large mirror and saw her arms up in the air showing off her hairy pits.
Hands down this woman easily won this hirsute contest! Her hair ran about four
inches in each direction from the center of her pit. Well the line finally
began to clear and it was my turn. The young woman came out of her stall and
held the door for me. I quickly walked in and dropped my panties. I started to
pee an entire evening's worth of drink. As my stream hit the water, I realized
the young woman was still holding the stall door open and was watching me pee.
I looked up at her saw her open mouth begin to move. "Could we dance?" she
asked.

"Sure sweetheart," I said taking her by the hand.

Back on the dance floor we caressed each other's body dancing our dance.

Although we did feel each other's pit hair, our fingers were mostly kept busy
in each other's pussy. Both were still wet with pee and became wetter from our
little pulses. Her kiss was sweet and sincere. After the song she followed me
back to our table. There I introduced her to Debbie. More drinks were ordered
and the evening continued. As we talked, this young woman asked if she could
see me again. She continued on by saying that although she was letting her hair
grow, her mom and sister thought it was stupid. I could tell she was hurt and
was looking for some support. I gave her a hug and told her that she could come
visit any time and if she needed to she could even spend the night.

I must have danced another ten dances with various women before it turned 4:30
a.m! Well that was late enough so Debbie and I gave our kisses to our friends
and headed home. We go to this club a lot. Yes, this is the midwest.

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