Share Your Hairy Experiences

[razor1]

Many years ago now, I was moving to a new city, a seaside town, and needed a place to live. I answered an ad for a room in a shared apartment and went to meet the people who lived there and ended up moving in. There were four of us, 2 guys, 2 girls, all from different countries. It was a nice friendly household, we had dinner or brunch together sometimes and hung out in the living room, but didn't really do much outside the apartment together.

The younger of the 2 girls was a 21 year old short redhead, let's call her Zoe. I didn't think much of her at first, but I've always had a thing for hairy girls and I realized after a while that she was super hairy. She was a bit of a hippie, and a lesbian. I kept getting glimpses of very hairy armpits and legs, once or twice I even glimpsed a ginger treasure trail on her midriff. She was usually braless and I didn't need much imagination to know what her boobs were like, big and saggy. She wasn't really my type but I found myself wondering about her inevitably massive red bush. I knew of course that I would never see it unless some kind of miracle occurred and she dropped her towel in front of me, so it remained just in my imagination.

Anyway, we got on well together but when she ended up moving out 6 months after I moved in we didn't stay in contact much. She moved to a more central location in the same town. We'd bump into each other on the street or in a bar sometimes and hug and catch up on news, nothing more.

Fast forward to the next summer, almost a year after she'd moved out. I guess I'd stopped thinking about her Zoe's hairy body by then. But one day when I was cycling to the beach for a quick swim before dinner I bumped into her and we stopped and talked. She asked where I was going and I said to the beach, she said she hadn't been for a while and asked if she could tag along, I said sure.

As we were heading to the beach together I had an idea and figured I had nothing to lose. I just said casually "I usually go to the nudist beach though, is that ok?". The truth was that whilst I sometimes went there today I had my swimming shorts with me and was planning to go to a closer beach as I wasn't staying long. But I figured that I could change my plan...

She said "Sure! I've actually never been there, it's on my bucket list". I tried not to get too excited.

We got to the beach, locked our bikes, found a spot and started to strip off. Her t-shirt came off first and of course there was nothing underneath. It went so quickly I didn't have time to prepare myself for this momentous occasion. She had a big hangers with big areolas too and a lot of red hair sticking out under her armpits. I was of course also getting undressed and had to act casually and not stare. She then pulled off her jeans and panties together and there it was - the bush I had been dreaming about all these months. And it was as dense and red and overgrown as I had imagined, it looked spectacular in the evening sun. The hairs stuck out in all directions, it was truly wild. I got just a glance at it before we ran into the sea together, swam around a bit and then I got to take a few more sneaky peaks as we dried off and got dressed again. Watching her towel her bush in the setting sun is something I'll never forget.

And the best thing was she enjoyed her nude beach experience and what followed was a memorable summer of spontaneous trips to the beach with Zoe. I'd get a text message like "hey, fancy a quick swim? see you there in half an hour!" and jump on my bike. I had no illusions of ever doing anything more than swim with her. And I knew that if I stared too much or said the wrong thing it would probably be the last time. But it was a memorable summer with the biggest bush I've ever known. Maybe I'll write some more about our following trips to the beach in another post. But all good things come to an end - it got too cold to be naked and by the next summer we weren't living in the same city any more.

[kajuk]

Originally Posted by razor1

Many years ago now, I was moving to a new city, a seaside town, and needed a place to live. I answered an ad for a room in a shared apartment and went to meet the people who lived there and ended up moving in. There were four of us, 2 guys, 2 girls, all from different countries. It was a nice friendly household, we had dinner or brunch together sometimes and hung out in the living room, but didn't really do much outside the apartment together.

The younger of the 2 girls was a 21 year old short redhead, let's call her Zoe. I didn't think much of her at first, but I've always had a thing for hairy girls and I realized after a while that she was super hairy. She was a bit of a hippie, and a lesbian. I kept getting glimpses of very hairy armpits and legs, once or twice I even glimpsed a ginger treasure trail on her midriff. She was usually braless and I didn't need much imagination to know what her boobs were like, big and saggy. She wasn't really my type but I found myself wondering about her inevitably massive red bush. I knew of course that I would never see it unless some kind of miracle occurred and she dropped her towel in front of me, so it remained just in my imagination.

Anyway, we got on well together but when she ended up moving out 6 months after I moved in we didn't stay in contact much. She moved to a more central location in the same town. We'd bump into each other on the street or in a bar sometimes and hug and catch up on news, nothing more.

Fast forward to the next summer, almost a year after she'd moved out. I guess I'd stopped thinking about her Zoe's hairy body by then. But one day when I was cycling to the beach for a quick swim before dinner I bumped into her and we stopped and talked. She asked where I was going and I said to the beach, she said she hadn't been for a while and asked if she could tag along, I said sure.

As we were heading to the beach together I had an idea and figured I had nothing to lose. I just said casually "I usually go to the nudist beach though, is that ok?". The truth was that whilst I sometimes went there today I had my swimming shorts with me and was planning to go to a closer beach as I wasn't staying long. But I figured that I could change my plan...

She said "Sure! I've actually never been there, it's on my bucket list". I tried not to get too excited.

We got to the beach, locked our bikes, found a spot and started to strip off. Her t-shirt came off first and of course there was nothing underneath. It went so quickly I didn't have time to prepare myself for this momentous occasion. She had a big hangers with big areolas too and a lot of red hair sticking out under her armpits. I was of course also getting undressed and had to act casually and not stare. She then pulled off her jeans and panties together and there it was - the bush I had been dreaming about all these months. And it was as dense and red and overgrown as I had imagined, it looked spectacular in the evening sun. The hairs stuck out in all directions, it was truly wild. I got just a glance at it before we ran into the sea together, swam around a bit and then I got to take a few more sneaky peaks as we dried off and got dressed again. Watching her towel her bush in the setting sun is something I'll never forget.

And the best thing was she enjoyed her nude beach experience and what followed was a memorable summer of spontaneous trips to the beach with Zoe. I'd get a text message like "hey, fancy a quick swim? see you there in half an hour!" and jump on my bike. I had no illusions of ever doing anything more than swim with her. And I knew that if I stared too much or said the wrong thing it would probably be the last time. But it was a memorable summer with the biggest bush I've ever known. Maybe I'll write some more about our following trips to the beach in another post. But all good things come to an end - it got too cold to be naked and by the next summer we weren't living in the same city any more.

I hope you write more about that. I too love the hairy women.

[winston optic beer]

When I was young, I never gave pubic hair too much thought. Sure I liked it, but there wasn’t a lot of variation among the women and girls whom I’d seen naked. They all had full natural bushes.

I still have pictures of my girlfriend from that time. She shaved her arm pits, but never did anything with her pubes even if she was going to be naked on a beach. By today’s standards, her bush was a straggly mess. She even left a few hairs growing round her asshole. Her razor and scissors never went down there.

Although it didn’t occur to me at the time, my next partner clearly tended her lady garden with special care. There was no straggly hairs anywhere down below. Above, she had a vast expanse of uniform and tidy short curly pubes that I loved. They were still dark and hadn’t gone grey like much of the hair on her head.

By the time I met my wife, women were much more open about their grooming habits. I’d see her shaving around her labia and up the sides of her bush in the shower so she could wear high cut swimming costumes. She eventually had the sides removed permanently by laser treatment. Later, she took to dying her pubes to darken them so the carpet more closely matched the d****s.

Maybe ten or so years ago, we were on a nude beach in Greece. My wife pointed out to me that we were the only people there with pubic hair.

[mossycleft]

I turned 18 back in the mid-90s, before pussies in porn became completely, 100% shaven, back when the “landing strip” was standard more or less in Playboy and in porn. Women rocking the same bush these days would be deemed “hairy” and fetishized.

Not long after I turned 18, a few of my buddies who were also 18, decided to go to a strip club. AT that time, a trip to the strip club when you turned 18 was pretty much a rite of passage for dudes growing up in the 90s.

It was an all-nude, “juice bar” (i.e., no booze). I was a bit shocked/perturbed that every stripper in there seemed to have a fairly small landing strip for pubic hair. I guess I was naive, but I had expected to see a little more variety in terms of pubic hair styles and instead they all looked identical. Maybe one or two had a trimmed, triangle bush, but by far most did not. By today’s standards they would all be considered to have a bush. But by my standards, they were sorely lacking in the pube department.

Disappointed as I was, I still had a great time and still vividly remember my first lap dance and being turned on, regardless of the fact the chick’s bush wasn’t as hairy as I’d have preferred.

I recall seeing a sign at the strip club for an upcoming “amateur night” and thinking I should come back then as there’d likely be more hairy vaginas. Ha! I was that naive, I thought “normal” as in non-porn women basically all had full hairy bushes and that only prostitutes or porn stars trimmed their bushes. Again, totally silly in retrospect.

At the time, I wasn’t even aware that I might have what would be deemed a “fetish” for full bushes. I just stupidly thought that most of the women I encountered in my daily life had hairy vaginas. As I became more sexually experienced—and the march toward hairlessness continued unabated—I sadly learned that, at least among sexually active, college-aged women, the full bush was an endangered species.

[mossycleft]

Crossposting this from the upskirt stories thread as it’s on topic:

Before we were married, my wife had this black, knee-length skirt that she used to wear to the bars. It wasn’t really a skirt, it was actually a black slip that she wore as a skirt—very light, thin, black fabric. She regularly wore the skirt without panties, which was a huge turn-on. At that time my future wife kept her pussy hair mostly shaved, so there wasn’t much you could see with the skirt on other than a faint mound where her pussy was. But it was still hot knowing that I knew—when no one else did—she was wearing no panties.

After several months of dating I convinced my future wife to grow out her pubic hair. After a month or more, she had a very nice, thick, dark full bush. I was totally smitten and turned on by her big bush. The only downside was she didn’t feel comfortable wearing the black skirt out without panties anymore. She tried it on for me at home a few times and there was always a clearly visible, large, crinkly mound of pubic hair showing at the front. She would put the skirt on for me fresh from the shower, when her bush was at its bushiest, and the big, crinkly mound was even more pronounced. This totally turned me on—she was fully clothed, but she was also nearly naked and bottomless because you could clearly see she had a big, hairy bush under her skirt. The only problem was, I was the only one seeing her like that.

Fast forward a couple years and we’re on our honeymoon at an all-inclusive resort, getting ready to go out for some drinks in the evening. Lo-and-behold, she brought the black skirt along. And she actually wore it out, in public, at a bar/restaurant that night. I remember her wearing the skirt and me being actually a little nervous about potentially showing her pussy off to strangers. But my wife was totally nonchalant about it. The lighting was bright enough that I could clearly see her hairy mound puffing out the front of her skirt whenever she was standing up. It was a huge turn-on knowing that anyone who was paying attention could basically see my wife’s big, hairy vagina, just out there for all the world to see. She knew other people could see her bush, but she didn’t care that night.

We hung out at the bar for at least 30-60 minutes, but, needless to say, it wasn’t long before we went back to our room.

[Hornyinde]

Originally Posted by mossycleft

Crossposting this from the upskirt stories thread as it’s on topic:

Before we were married, my wife had this black, knee-length skirt that she used to wear to the bars. It wasn’t really a skirt, it was actually a black slip that she wore as a skirt—very light, thin, black fabric. She regularly wore the skirt without panties, which was a huge turn-on. At that time my future wife kept her pussy hair mostly shaved, so there wasn’t much you could see with the skirt on other than a faint mound where her pussy was. But it was still hot knowing that I knew—when no one else did—she was wearing no panties.

After several months of dating I convinced my future wife to grow out her pubic hair. After a month or more, she had a very nice, thick, dark full bush. I was totally smitten and turned on by her big bush. The only downside was she didn’t feel comfortable wearing the black skirt out without panties anymore. She tried it on for me at home a few times and there was always a clearly visible, large, crinkly mound of pubic hair showing at the front. She would put the skirt on for me fresh from the shower, when her bush was at its bushiest, and the big, crinkly mound was even more pronounced. This totally turned me on—she was fully clothed, but she was also nearly naked and bottomless because you could clearly see she had a big, hairy bush under her skirt. The only problem was, I was the only one seeing her like that.

Fast forward a couple years and we’re on our honeymoon at an all-inclusive resort, getting ready to go out for some drinks in the evening. Lo-and-behold, she brought the black skirt along. And she actually wore it out, in public, at a bar/restaurant that night. I remember her wearing the skirt and me being actually a little nervous about potentially showing her pussy off to strangers. But my wife was totally nonchalant about it. The lighting was bright enough that I could clearly see her hairy mound puffing out the front of her skirt whenever she was standing up. It was a huge turn-on knowing that anyone who was paying attention could basically see my wife’s big, hairy vagina, just out there for all the world to see. She knew other people could see her bush, but she didn’t care that night.

We hung out at the bar for at least 30-60 minutes, but, needless to say, it wasn’t long before we went back to our room.

I am similar to you, in that I love a fully, hairy bush. I am probably 5-10 years older, when I came of adult age, the girls in playboy and ones I dated, all had full bush. Sad that this is now considered a fetish rather than the normal. My wife continues to wear hers full.

Did you notice anyone at the bar notice your wife’s bush with her tight skirt? I find it really erotic when other men take an interest in my wife. Either looking at her or flirting. It makes her really wet too.

[mossycleft]

This is a short memory but a long read. The TLDR version pois credit union employee struggles not too spluge in my pants.

While at university I got a part-time job working at a credit union (bank). This was around 2001-2002. The place was commonly known as the “Hippy Credit Union” because it was founded in the 70s by some hippies and because it was tied to a food co-op (think granola girls, Birkenstocks). We also held the accounts for all the local anarchist groups. So definitely this was a weird place, in a good way. Nothing like your typical bank.

A lot of our female members had hairy armpits, but few of those were younger, college-aged girls. It was mostly middle-aged, washed up hippy chicks who had hairy armpits. Still it was great seeing so many women comfortable with their bodies and willing to show off their hairy armpits to others.

There was one moment I’ll never forget. One of the few young, attractive girls came up to the teller window. She was a regular, so we’ve always chatted about random things. I knew she had hairy armpits because I had caught wisps of armpit hair on previous occasions. She had long, sandy-blond hair on her head and her armpit hair was similar but darker.

But this day was different. She brought along a guy I could only assume was her boyfriend. Add to that, the weather was hot, so this girl was wearing a slinky tank top that was cut short so her sexy tummy was showing. Everything was going as usual and we were chatting about who knows what when she raised both her arms above her head in an effort to rearrange her hair bun and BANG! There they were, her sandy blonde, totally hairy armpits were practically right in my face. And this wasn’t a quick thing, this was a good 30 seconds or more of messing with her hair. She continued to chat with me like it was no big thing that her hairy armpits were showing, loud and proud. I also noticed she had a nice happy trail extending down and disappearing into her shorts. I could only imagine how hairy her bush would be. If I didn’t watch out, I’d cumb in my pants and get my head bashed in by her angry boyfriend.

This whole interaction lasted only about 2-3 minutes. She was driving me crazy with all her hair, and it was a struggle to pretend I wasn’t gawking. And the last thing I wanted to do was piss off her boyfriend. I had to play it cool like this sexy young chick flaunting her body hair. But on the inside seeing this beautiful hairy, young girl was driving me mad.

I probably saw a thousand women with hairy armpits while at that job, but the story above is the most memorable.

Seeing so many hairy armpits almost desensitized me. But later in life I finally convinced my wife to grow out her armpit hair during the colder months.

[kajuk]

In the late 80s, I hung out with a group of people and we would go places and/or stay home and drink. One particular night my best friend and I was with this group at one of the girls' houses. After many people left it was just two girls and my best friend and I. We all ended up having sex in the same room with me and the dark-haired girl on the floor and my friend and redhead were on the couch just a couple of feet away. As we all finished, my friend and I left, and we talked on the ride home about our fun experience.

Now remember this was the early 80s and most women still had hair on their pussies. The dark-haired girl I was with who later became my girlfriend, had the part below between her legs shaved and kept a patch above on the front. The redhead I could see in the dark that she had an unusually large bush but I didn’t think too much about it. I did notice how tall and sexy she was. In fact, she was exceptionally beautiful. He and I talked about the girls and how my girl had a bald pussy at the bottom and how his red-haired girl was the hairiest girl he had ever seen, even in magazines. He said that her hair rubbed his cock raw. We both just laughed about it and never brought up the subject again. I did right about the dark-haired girl in another thread. you can read that here https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...d.php?t=238023

Neither of us saw the redhead again. But about a year and a half later I met the redhead in a bar. We saw each other and gave each other a big hug and ended up talking and laughing all night in that bar. She was still just as beautiful as I remembered her. At closing time neither of us even talked about it. She just got in my truck and we went back to my place and fucked all night long. Me, I'm a different breed. Even though she asked me to turn the lights off, I left them on. I wanted to be able to look at this tall beautiful girl. I just pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her pants off. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I went down on her. I was mesmerized by her thick beautiful red pubic hair. I loved how thick it was. To tell the truth, I really think she is one of the women who cannot shave because of the texture, coarseness and thickness of her pubic hair. I licked her to an orgasm through that thick beautiful hair. I loved the smell and how the hair glistened. I then crawled on top of her and fucked her.

We ended up having sex several times that night in every possible position. In the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom. I even fucked her in the kitchen when we went for a snack during one of our resting periods. I nutted 6 times that night. (Ah to be in my early 20s again) The next morning, I took her to her car at the bar and I went to work with no sleep the next day, very happy. I noticed my dick was uncomfortable. it was hurting and burning. At lunch, I went to the restroom and pulled my dick out to look at it and see what was wrong, it was raw. I didn't have skin on it in places. It was starting to scab up.

I called my friend later on that week and told him about my hookup. I then told him how my cock was raw. We both laughed and from that day forward every time we talked about her we called her Hamburger Helper. Lol My god I loved that night. I never saw her or talked to her again after that beautiful and wonderful experience. It was a very memorable night.

[kajuk]

Originally Posted by mossycleft

This is a short memory but a long read. The TLDR version pois credit union employee struggles not too spluge in my pants.

While at university I got a part-time job working at a credit union (bank). This was around 2001-2002. The place was commonly known as the “Hippy Credit Union” because it was founded in the 70s by some hippies and because it was tied to a food co-op (think granola girls, Birkenstocks). We also held the accounts for all the local anarchist groups. So definitely this was a weird place, in a good way. Nothing like your typical bank.

A lot of our female members had hairy armpits, but few of those were younger, college-aged girls. It was mostly middle-aged, washed up hippy chicks who had hairy armpits. Still it was great seeing so many women comfortable with their bodies and willing to show off their hairy armpits to others.

There was one moment I’ll never forget. One of the few young, attractive girls came up to the teller window. She was a regular, so we’ve always chatted about random things. I knew she had hairy armpits because I had caught wisps of armpit hair on previous occasions. She had long, sandy-blond hair on her head and her armpit hair was similar but darker.

But this day was different. She brought along a guy I could only assume was her boyfriend. Add to that, the weather was hot, so this girl was wearing a slinky tank top that was cut short so her sexy tummy was showing. Everything was going as usual and we were chatting about who knows what when she raised both her arms above her head in an effort to rearrange her hair bun and BANG! There they were, her sandy blonde, totally hairy armpits were practically right in my face. And this wasn’t a quick thing, this was a good 30 seconds or more of messing with her hair. She continued to chat with me like it was no big thing that her hairy armpits were showing, loud and proud. I also noticed she had a nice happy trail extending down and disappearing into her shorts. I could only imagine how hairy her bush would be. If I didn’t watch out, I’d cumb in my pants and get my head bashed in by her angry boyfriend.

This whole interaction lasted only about 2-3 minutes. She was driving me crazy with all her hair, and it was a struggle to pretend I wasn’t gawking. And the last thing I wanted to do was piss off her boyfriend. I had to play it cool like this sexy young chick flaunting her body hair. But on the inside seeing this beautiful hairy, young girl was driving me mad.

I probably saw a thousand women with hairy armpits while at that job, but the story above is the most memorable.

Seeing so many hairy armpits almost desensitized me. But later in life I finally convinced my wife to grow out her armpit hair during the colder months.

I love seeing cute and sexy girls with hairy armpits. Your story reminds me of anther time Ill have to write about it later because I just got through writing the story above.

[Gnome72141]

This one might ruin the vibe of the thread, or some people might really enjoy it...

About 18 or so years ago, my wife's mom wanted to use our bath because hers wasn't working. She was early 60s at the time but looked 40yo, tops.

As I was getting the bath ready, she stripped naked right in front of me! But her bush...it was so big that it went 1/5th way down her legs! I am sure I made a face, but when she took her top off it made up for it. Perky C cups like a 25yo...at neatly 60! All natural, too.

A few years later, my wife's sister squatted down to pick something up, legs spread very wide to keep her balance, in a skirt, and I saw her bright red panties and so much bush out the sides of her underwear. She saw me looking, fell back, closed her legs, and screamed a bit, but her smile was too genuine to know that she wasn't actually upset. Saw her in a swimsuit years later and she was very cleanly shaven.