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For three long weeks I couldn’t stop obsessing about what she said. I alternated between imagining how hairy they might be, to hoping and praying she wouldn’t change her mind and shave them.
The last time we fucked I noticed she had some underarm stubble and I spontaneously started lapping it while I pumped her pussy. The prickly texture of the stiff hairs on my tongue seemed to make my dick a little bigger and harder with each lick. She must have noticed that too and enjoyed it because when we kissed goodbye it was still on her mind. As she was walking away she stopped and turned around unexpectedly. “Hey, ... I’ll stop shaving them,” she said sexily, then smiled and continued walking.
When we finally got together again I couldn’t wait to see her naked. I picked her up at the airport. It was wintertime and she wore a long sleeve shirt, pants and an overcoat, so the only skin I could see was her face. That drove me crazy with anticipation. As soon as we got to my apartment we started stripping to have sex right away.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” she said sarcastically while taking off her coat. “I can tell you aren’t going to be able to concentrate if we go to dinner first so we might as well get it over with now!” she continued kiddingly, as she pulled off her boots and removed her jeans.
I didn’t say a word because she was right - I was too horny for anything else - so I could only look at her and listen as I took my clothes off too. I didn’t care though, as long as she had hairier armpits than she did a few weeks ago.
Wearing just panties and her shirt, she looked at me to make sure I was watching, and then lifted her shirt up over her head, making a point to hold her arms up while she did this so I could see her pits.
“Oh my god!,” I uttered quietly as I gazed at them. They weren’t just hairy they were VERY hairy, much hairier than I had imagined. I was standing in just my underpants and my dick immediately stiffened and stuck straight out. She smiled when she heard me and when she saw the tent she went to full grin.
“Wow! ...” she said jokingly as she removed her top completely and tossed it aside, “I guess you like what you see!”
I just stared back at her and nodded but my body screamed YES. Without a word we both got naked and climbed onto my bed. She knew I wanted to lick her underarms right away, but she loved sucking cock and wanted me to be as horny as possible when I licked them to make me come deeply, so she positioned herself to eat me in a way that let me see the hair in her armpits.
I was already hard but the added feeling I felt from her being so sexually assertive - knowing what I liked and being willing to give it - made me feel even hornier.
She grasped my standing cock with one hand and examined it, then opened her mouth and engulfed as much of it as she could. I could feel her passion immediately as she sucked and pumped her mouth up and down. Waves of pleasurable sensation pulsed through my body as I focused on the hair under her arms and the tight squeeze of her lips around my shaft. “Thank you for not shaving!,” I uttered in a low, deep voice with genuine gratitude.
The sucking made my cock get bigger, especially the head, which she then started licking and tongue-flicking, concentrating on my pee hole.
“Oooohhhhh, god, “ I exclaimed more loudly than intended, “ .... It feels like the size of a plum when you do that! ... Does it seem big to you too?,” I asked as she continued her horny, rabid licking of my dick head.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” was all she could muster as her tongue continued to swab it.
A few moments later she sat up and looked at me. “I can’t believe how horny you are!,” she said excitedly, trying to keep her voice down too, “You’ve never talked like that before. ... Is it really just because I have more hair under my arms?!”
“Well, ... that’s not the ONLY reason,” I was quick to assure her. And it really wasn’t. ‘After all,’ I thought to myself, ‘she had never sucked me like this either!’
“It’s more complicated than that but it sure makes a difference,” I declared, thinking that was a perfectly sexy answer.
“Huh?,” she asked quizzically, “Sex is complicated? ... THIS I’ve gotta hear,” she added humorously.
“Well, .... it might seem weird to you but the sight of a woman’s pubic hair has always turned me on,” I said, suddenly feeling like I may have blown it by getting too serious.
She waited for me to go on but I just stared back at her. “That’s it?,“ she asked incredulously.
“Well ... I mean I like the way it looks and feels,’ I stammered, “I like texture. I like natural, ...” I said quietly, “... And I think women who have it are sexy - it like makes them more sexy, to me at least,” I added nervously.
“I don’t think it’s weird,” she said matter-of-factly, after pausing to contemplate that, “You wouldn’t believe the kind of stuff I’ve heard men like, ... and - yeah - at least it’s natural.”
She then looked at me in away I’d never seen before but really loved.
“THAT’S why you like me more now, isn’t it?, ... because I’m sexier to you, right?” she asked eagerly.
“Yes,” I answered honestly.
She paused for a moment and shifted her eyes around, deciding what she wanted to say next, then looked back at me sincerely.
“Okay, ...” she paused again, “Do you want me to stop shaving around my cunt too?,” she asked tenderly as she gestured with her hands where the hair would be.
My cock immediately stiffened again and stood erect when she said and did that. I couldn’t help it. My body took over and it was doing the real talking. She indicated that hair would surround her crotch and cover her inner thighs and that was extremely erotic to me, so my body responded accordingly.
As soon as she saw that she knew intuitively what I needed, no matter what I might say or how I might downplay it.
But I didn’t know she sensed that. I could feel an intensity between us and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I didn’t want to screw up and lose her. Simply saying ‘Yes, I’d love that’ didn’t occur to me because I felt my fetish was wrong.
“I didn’t know you DID shave there,” I replied, trying to buy time to figure out how to answer her. After all, her legs and belly were always perfectly smooth like she had no pubic hair follicles in those areas.
“Are you kidding?!,” she exclaimed, “Constantly, ... Every day!”
‘EVERY DAY!,’ I repeated to myself, truly surprised at that. I knew most women shaved their underarms a lot - maybe even every day - but shaved their legs and around their crotches only every week or two. ‘... No wonder her thighs looked and felt so smooth,’ I thought, ‘They must be so hairy she has to shave that often to hide a lot of dark stubble!’
The prospect of having a girlfriend who was naturally hairy and didn’t shave seemed almost too good to be true but I didn’t know how to express my desire for that without sounding perverted.
My body did though. Pre-cum lubricant was oozing out of my pee hole and a thick, shiny film of it covered my mushroom-shaped dick head. When she saw that - and that I was so tongue-tied - she leaned over and whispered, “Okay, I’ll stop shaving everywhere,” and then looked deeply into my eyes.
I looked back into hers and immediately felt relief. My sense of guilt and desperation melted away and I began to feel what is meant by ‘the joy of sex.’ Spontaneously we both smiled and started laughing, hugged and kissed briefly, and then got in position for me to lick her armpits.
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