I had been an airhostess for the last few years with Alitalia and was doing the transatlantic flight from Rome to New York. It was a long flight and Captain Viera was in command. The departure lounge was full and I was to take care of the passengers in the upper deck in the 747. Most of the passengers in first class were old and ready to sleep businessman till I noticed the couple in the 8th row. Since it was first class there were only two slumberettes on either side of the broad aisle. I studied them both for a minute. They both looked to be in their early or mid thirties. He was tall and muscular with short light colored hair, whilst she had long jet-black hair that fell in curls down her back. She had a healthy looking body and, I noticed, a rather nice pair of tits! But what I was amazed to see was the curling hair in her bushy underarms.
The flight took off as Captain made their usual announcements regarding weather, journey time and safety regulations. We were soon at cruising altitude; the crew dimmed the lights so as to allow the passengers to sleep. I found the couple under a blanket and I was sure she was wanking him. I knew that Captain Armand Vera would want to know about the brunette as he had a fetish for hairy underarms. In fact during our brief affair he had commented favorably about the bushy hair in my armpits. I never shaved my underarms and I liked the tufty hair in my armpits. I was certainly attracted to the foliage in the woman's healthy underarms specially the way it curled up into the bushy tangle in her unshaven underarms. I longed to bury my mouth and kiss the delectable hair in her bushy armpits. I wondered if her pubes was as hairy. Was her mons veneris covered by masses of hair as her underarms? Were they as jet-black and bushy as her pit hair?
Another passenger asked for a blanket and I lifted my arms directly above the woman so as to show my underarm hair to the couple. From underneath my loose uniform my bushy undergrowth would have been surely visible. I found not only the man but also the woman staring intently at my armpit forest. I too had jet-black crinkly hair in my unshaven armpits. It grew upwards and had a rich tint and it was a certain turn on for those who loved bushy armpits.
I walked away to the service area and soon the man joined me. He said he was Alberto and he was Spanish and he wanted a drink. He asked me "I saw your bushy armpits, how come you don't shave it like most women" I asked him "do you like armpit hair". He sighed and said that he loved long thick hair in woman's armpits and he never got enough though his wife hadn't shaved her armpits since they had first met eight years ago. I asked him if he wanted to see my bushy armpits. He replied in the affirmative. I looked around and saw the plane was quiet and in darkness. Everyone seemed to be sleeping. I pushed him into the small and loo and as the light automatically came on I removed my top and pressed my bushy armpits straight into his face. He moaned out in excitement "Wow I have never smelt such a lovely underarm. Look how thick it is and how much bushy hair you have. Its so silky and soft compared to the coarse curly hair in Toni's bushy underarms". He grabbed a mouthful of hair as I felt his hard prick against my wet pussy. He said he had to go back and tell his wife about the quantity of bushy hair in my unshaven armpits.