Alan had been stuck in his office the last few days poring over some complex paperwork and felt the need to get out. The weather was looking fine for a walk in the hills above his home to get some fresh air and exercise to clear away the cob webs.
He thought he'd take his binoculars along as there was bound to be some wildlife to watch, whether birds or some deer. Alan was a bit of a loner; bright but somewhat introverted. He'd had a few brief relationships but nothing recently, though he thought the walk would do wonders for both his physical and mental health.
After getting his walking boots on and rucksack packed with a day's supply of food and water he soon passed above town along some little used tracks. The warm sunshine and the varied fragrances of the vegetation soon lifted his spirits as did the bird song.
An hour or so after leaving the main town Alan could hear a dog barking and some clucking chickens nearby. He noticed there were some gaps in an otherwise dense hedge to his left. Peering through one of the gaps he could see there was a semi-dilapidated shack with the dog sitting outside the porch wagging his tail. He could see there were a few chickens scratching around and then he spotted a woman of about 30 working in some vegetable plots.
Looking through his binoculars in the gap he could see her much better. Though she was fairly slim she was well toned from working outside. She had long auburn hair that was tied into a ponytail that dangled over half-way down her back.
She had a rosy-cheeked complexion from the sunshine and she had a fairly long nose which gave her a distinctive face. Not exactly pretty but something attractive about it. In the warm sunshine she had a light top on with her sleeves rolled up.
As Alan looked at her, he was beginning to think he may have seen her in the town the previous week, though her hair wasn't tied into a ponytail then but hanging loose. Lowering his gaze down her frame and beyond her skirt which fell to just below her knees he realised, yes this was definitely the same woman he'd seen previously.
Though he thought the face and long auburn hair were quite distinctive, what really made him realise it was the same person were her legs. When he first encountered her a week or so earlier her legs immediately caught his attention as he gazed down. Though she had on a fairly long skirt he couldn't help but notice her shapely calves were hairy. Not just a light growth of hair but a pretty dense covering of long brownish hairs all around them; a truly furry covering!
Now Alan had been to college and certainly while he was there it wasn't uncommon to see a few women with hairy legs and/or pits, but none had had such hirsute calves as this woman. They were certainly the hairiest he'd ever seen on a woman and he didn't realise they could get quite so hairy. They certainly beat his own in the hair stakes!
Alan was certainly fascinated by this woman. She was different to those in town where most were pretty conventional. He admired her as he watched her toil, weeding through her rows of vegetables. Her very hairy legs didn't turn him off her, though at that point they weren't especially doing anything to drive him wild, but he was intrigued by her.
While he watched her he started to think about some of the unshaved female students from his college days. Though he clearly remembered a few with untrimmed visible body hair, in his own class they seemed somewhat more conservative in comparison. From memory only a couple came to mind. First was willowy Helen, a very attractive hippie chick with long flowing dark brown hair and usually wearing floral tops and dresses. He remembers her slim arms were covered with a dense down of fine dark hairs and when she had on sleeveless tops her abundant dense dark pit hair was difficult to miss. By contrast though, he remembered her calves and the lower part of her thighs above her knees were always clean-shaven, though as she was a very popular lay, he had heard she had a very impressive bush that spread well onto her inner thighs!
The other student in his class was a very different looking woman. Very much a tomboyish type with an unruly mop of dark blonde hair. Like the hair on her head she had soft dark-blonde fuzz on her arms and some impressive growth under her arms. When he'd seen Amy in shorts, unlike Helen, her thighs were noticeably furry and natural. Her calves did get shaved, but not too frequently as more often than not they were pretty stubbly, but Alan didn't recall them ever getting to fully grow out. Perhaps she let them grow out in the winter when she was covered in woolly tights or jeans?
After forty minutes or so watching the woman work he decided it was time to continue exploring around the woods and meadows around the hills. Despite the welcome distractions of being out in nature his mind kept returning to the woman whom he'd been watching. After a while something jogged his mind about a conversation he'd had with a friend in a bar a few months back. He remembered him talking about a couple who were trying to make a living, being partly self-sufficient up in the hill. Apparently the woman, called Ruth had been a teacher in a nearby village, but decided to leave the profession a couple of years back to live a simpler lifestyle. Her partner Jim did a number of various outside jobs including some forestry, a bit of building work and sometimes helping out on some nearby farms.
On his way back Alan had another peep through the hole in the hedge to see if Ruth was still there. There was no sign so she may have been inside, but as he headed to home she'd become like a song that sits in your head; an ear worm. No matter where Alan's thoughts wandered they seemed to return to his intrigue in Ruth.
In the evening while he had a beer while watching some bland TV his thoughts again turned to Ruth. He was partly fascinated by the hairiness of her legs as it was something he hadn't seen quite like hers before. Would she have shaved them when she worked in the school or perhaps she kept them under cover? Alan then remembered a conversation some months ago when somebody was talking about teachers in his son's school and referred to one as Miss Hairy Legs-could it have been Ruth?
Though still not explicitly excited by Ruth's furry gams at this stage he began to wonder what they felt like? He'd certainly liked to have run his hands up and down them for the novel experience! His thoughts also wandered to how hairy she'd be elsewhere? Given her calves were clearly unshaven, he suspected on his limited experience of hairy girls at college, that is was almost a certainty that everywhere else would be totally natural too if the legs were hairy.
He pondered how wild her bush would be and how far it might extend down her thighs and equally anticipated the untamed bushiness of her pits? By now Alan was getting pretty aroused as his thoughts explored the potential of Ruth's natural body. Removing his bulging dick through his zip he imagined the aroma of sunshine on her body and the new sweatiness of her pits and groin. He dreamt of burying his head in her musty hairy pits and licking them dry. After satisfyingly jerking himself off Alan managed to think about getting ready for work in the morning.
