I am a hirsute women (we are women that choose not to shave our body hair)! My stories address my life style and how other women interact with my excess body hair! I also love women. If you like this subject please read on. HAIRY WOMEN . . .Part 1 by Susan Watergate 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 a example of what I mean! Everytime 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 lowed 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 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. HAIRY WOMEN. . . Part 2 by Susan Watergate 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 & gay) are on this dance floor doing the same thing. Sexy bodies everywhere you look 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 of 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 lead 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 Harper 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 ask? "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 alot. Yes, this is the midwest. HAIRY WOMEN . . .Part 3 by Susan Watergate She was tanned and very good looking with the longest dark-brown-hair that I had ever seen. Most everyone in the bar was staring at her as she enjoyed her drink. Although this was my first time in the particular bar I was beginning to feel that this girl was some kind of a regular. So there she sat with a skirt so short that it left nothing to the imagination and a blouse so open that even a blind person could read her nipples like a braille letter. I had just ordered my second beer when the lights started to dim and the house music came up a lot louder. With that I turned my attention towards the back of the room and saw a very sensuous lady pick up the microphone and announce the first act of the evening. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a big round of applause for our first act tonight . . . Here is Becky, our most exotic of exotic dancers!" With a flash the house lights came completely down and the bright spot light shown with a new brilliance directly on the center of the stage illuminating Becky in the cutest little plaid school-girl dress that I had ever fantasized over. Just as I had seen a hundred times before this dancer worked her body with precision hitting every note in the song being played. Becky's hips went right and then left, then she squatted down and smacked her ass lightly on the polished stage floor. Wow, that spread gave me and everyone else in the audience a really good look a her very, very hairy pussy. Her pussy hair was so long and so thick that I was surprised that it wasn't braided. Now I have seen many a stripper but usually they keep their panties or g-string on until the end of their dance. But not Becky, this exotic dancer shoved her hairy nest out to the edge of the stage within inches of the lucky sex hound's nose sitting on their seat edge. The song continued on and Becky's dancing became even more erotic. She began to trade-off her squatting for a sexy peep show of her 34C breasts. A flash here and a flash there, little by little there was nothing left to anyone's imagination. With her tits already out of the bag [so to speak] Becky began to slowly lift her tiny halter top over her head. Since the bright spot was focused directly on her, not a sole in the entire bar missed this hirsute honey's hairy armpits. They both jutted out as if they were each its own pussy patch just waiting to be ambushed! Now with her halter top off Becky focused upon continuously showing off her bushy armpit play-grounds. The spot light man helped all he could by keeping the light tightly focused and aimed directly where everyone's eyes were already riveted - Becky's hairy pits. The longer Becky danced the more eye contact she and I made. The more she looked at me the more I looked back and smiled as if my life depended on it. I could tell that she was getting a little confused. I mean here I was watching her as if she was the only lady in the world and yet I wasn't setting their at the edge of the stage with the other dollar bill people taking their shots when every possible. Finally her dance song came to an end and Becky left the stage with all of the class like the lady she was. As I was drinking down beer number four and was thinking I was pretty much through a fun filled evening. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, I felt a hand softly touching my shoulder. I quickly turned around and found Becky standing there with a that same big smile on her face. Before I could say anything, she popped out with, "I must ask you why you were smiling so I me?" I answered her back saying, "I was smiling because she was the prettiest and most professional dancer I had every seen." Then I continued my praise by saying, "Although I had seen hundreds of exotic dancers, not until tonight had I seen the ultimate of all dancers!" "Becky", I said, "when I saw that you were a hirsute lady, and saw how proud you were of your hirsutness, I knew that that no other dancer could hold a candle!" By now Becky had taken me by the hand and had lead me off to a private table. Once there we continued to talk. While our conversation continued, Becky took a moment to slip off her halter top once more. We both knew that she didn't need to do that to show me her hairy armpits so I figured there must be something else that see wanted me to see. Well, fellow hair lover, there was! Right in front of me was Becky's perky 34C tits and each of them had beautiful little dark hairs growing around the nipples. As you can imagine, a big smile came back to my face! Becky told me that she had never had anyone complement her so on her hairiness and in fact, she had had several of the other dancers tell her to shave off that ugly hair! She went on the say how good I had made her feel and that she was so happy to meet someone that really appreciated her. We continue to talk and finally Becky put a finger to my lips and told me to quite talking. She then smiled once more and said she wanted to do something for me to show her appreciation for my kind and very positive hirsute words. "How about a kiss?" Becky asked. Trust me on this one, I was ready, no more than ready. But at that moment, I asked Becky if she would allow me to nuzzle my nose into both of her hairy armpits and suckle at her sweet forests? Becky said that she had no problem with my request, but said that I would first have to bury my face into her pussy mound. Of course I quickly told her that I was at her total service and with that I got down on the hands and knees and began to work my way towards her love mound. My trip to hairy pussy heaven didn't take long! Once I arrived I was rewarded with a the most tasty flow of woman drink which was made from a combination of sweat, pee, and cum. While I was feasting at her sex fountain, Becky told me that while she danced, she would enjoy several orgasms and during these orgasms she would leak out a little of her piss. Although I could hear her talking I was very much consumed with the matter [pussy] at hand and did my best to bring her to a full orgasm. It only took a little bit longer for Becky to get off and once she quite squeezing my head with her thighs, I stood up and returned to my chair. Becky leaned forward and gave me a big wet kiss and used her tongue to removed some of the excess pussy juice from around my lips. Then she sat back in her chair and raised her arms over her head and said, "Dive in and eat my pits!" This is what I was waiting for. Here in front of me was two heavily forested armpits which were both dripping with sweat. I didn't want to wait any longer so I leaned forward. First to her right armpit and then to the left. I kissed and licked both of them with even more enthusiasm than I had exhibited when I was eating out her pussy. Becky began to talk again but this time she was not talking to me. Two of the other dancers had come by to see what was going on. Becky told them that I was a lover of hirsute women and that I was very busy paying homage to her. Since she was satisfied that I had made love to her dirty pits with all of the sensitivity that she demanded, she pushed my head back and told me to move around to the back of her chair. While I got down on my hands and knees Becky turned her chair around and now was leaning over the back with her arms and had scooted her ass almost completely off of the chair seat. Now I felt like some ancient Roman soldier looking at her hairy ass! You know the old saying, "I came, I saw, and I conquered!" Well, I not sure who conquered whom, as Becky took a second from talking to her two friends to reach back and with both hands, spread her ass cheeks and say, "eat my ass clean!" With that one of her friends moved to her side and squatted down so she could see my tongue lapping at this hairy feedbox. Becky's asshole was smelly and dirty [no shower during this day for sure] but I continued to eat, as I was told to, licking her asshole and ass cheeks to a "just-showered state" of cleanness. My ass eating continued for about fifteen-minutes at which time Becky told me to stop and to pull up a chair and set next to her. As soon as I sat down, Becky reached around me and gave me a big hug and a really nice French kiss. One of her friends was just returning from the bar and brought us each a drink. Almost at the same time the three ladies all said, " we thought you could use something to wash down your meal." With that we all laughed. Next the other two other dancers began to talk to me about spending some time with each of them. Of course, I ask them both how hairy they were and they said. . . Well, that's another story! HAIRY WOMEN . . .Part 4 by Susan Watergate I picked Michelle up around 8:00 a.m. and we went straight to the LADY'S DAY OUT, which is a little out of the way boutique that specializes in pampering women in the most creative ways. We walked in their front door and was quickly greeted by Kitty, the shop's owner. Kitty gave us both a hug and a simply, but sensuous, kiss on the lips. I remember wondering that if this was how the day was to begin where was it going to end? Michelle and I had planned this day as a treat to both of us since we had been working so hard. We were both looking forward to this special day at this uptown location, where each lady is served a glass of wine upon their arrival and then is helped to undress in preparation for their full day of "personalized" body treatments. Some of their "treatments" included; a full body message, which then lead to a soak in a special hot tub, which was followed by deep cleaning enema, a pedicure, a facial, and a wonderful breast message. Oh yes, they also offered a hair cut and style if you desired one. If that wasn't enough, this special day also included a sexy lingerie show, lunch, an afternoon tea, and champagne & wine sampling though out the day. God, I love being a woman! After spending the last hour looking over every inch of my body, Michelle had become extremely entranced with me. I could tell that Michelle was enjoying watching me receive the full body treatment, but seemed some what surprised to see how many of the shop's employees were coming in and out of our room, all seeming to leave their eyes lingering just a little too long in the direction of my hirsute body. Michelle became very turned on watching the masseuse rub her hands over my entire body. Mary, the masseuse, was obviously very much in tough with my sexuality and was herself very excited with all of my body hair. Michelle watched Mary's fingers touch and embrace my hairy arm pits, my hairy pussy, my hairy ass crack and then move back up to tweak the little hairs growing out of my tits. I lost track of Michelle for just a few minutes but was brought back to the moment as she joined in with Mary to bring me over the edge delivering the first [I hoped] of many orgasms for this day. After we all caught our breath, Mary took Michelle and I by the hand and lead us down the walk-way to the hot tub room. Once there we both slide into this wonderfully warm pool and found ourselves smiling like there was no tomorrow. Mary returned with a full goblet of wine for both of us. While we scooted down into the bubbling water, Mary knelt down between us and poured in a small bottle of oil to help soften our skin. The next part of the day was quite out of the ordinary for me as Michelle and I found ourselves laid out on a strange looking table with all kinds of hoses strung out above it. Val, the enema technician, moved softly around the table as she prepared the hoses. "I have selected a very special nozzle setup for you two," said Val. With that, she opened the cabinet next to our table and picked out a large tub of rose scented lubricant. The next thing I felt was Val gently slipping her middle finger up inside my ass. "This will help your both relax and get ready for this dual nozzle setup." Val continued by saying, "Susan, I can't help but notice your hairy asshole. I bet all of the girls go crazy over this furry little love button!" I think Val took her sweet time administrating the lubricant and the enema but it finally came to an end [pun intended]. Val left Michelle and me alone while we used the antique bed pans to expel our internal fluids. Feeling better now, and much more empty inside, Michelle and I left the enema room and headed over to the sunny garden room. As we walked inside, we found an assortment of cheeses and crackers alone with finger sandwiches, vegetables, and salad. Best of all there was a wonderful selection of wine just waiting to be enjoyed. We relaxed for over an hour enjoying the food and drinks and each other. We actually found some time that we could spend making out before we were whisk off by Kitty to our next adventure. Next we found ourselves setting beside a beautiful wooden run-way. As we enjoyed the sweat glasses of champagne Kitty walked up to the stage and announced the first of several models. Each one was more attractive than the other, each also seemed to wear something a little more sexy for their part of the show. Just when I thought our day was beginning to end, Kitty ask us both if we would like to take our try at modeling. We both jumped at the chance and were led into the dressing room. I wasn't surprised with all of the "special" help we received changing into the sexy lingerie. Kitty picked out a bright red camisole and handed it to two of the models. They told me to lift my arms over my head. As I did they both began to caress my hairy pits. What a wonderful love they made to me. Next I found Kitty kneeling in front of me. I heard her tell me to lift my leg. Thinking that she wanted me to step into a sexy pair of dance panties I raised my leg. But as I did Kitty began to lick my pussy hair. She ate me so deeply that her face seemed to disappear into my hirsute mound. After what seemed like forever, I regained my senses and saw that three other models were having their way with Michelle, I remember thinking how happy I was that there was no prejudice at this establishment. Feeling totally renewed, Michelle and I found ourselves alone once again. Smiling at each other we chatted for a few moments recounting the various adventures of the day. "Are you about ready to head home?" I asked Michelle. She answered with a very soft yes. We both had found the special day that we had come in search of. It was now 4:30 p.m..