It was late afternoon and Annabelle and I were laying side-by-side on my bed looking up at the ceiling, with half-closed eyes. We were both still breathing heavily and we were both covered in sheen of sweat. It was the fourth time we'd been together since the first time Annabelle surprised me on another warm Sunday afternoon not so long ago. Our shoulders and thighs and calves were touching and I could feel Annabelle's body warmth.
"That was amazing," I said softly.
My cum was currently seeping out of her hairy pussy and starting to run down her inside thighs.
"Mmm, I agree," Annabelle replied. She shifted her body slightly, bent her elbow and put her hand up under the back of her head.
This put my face in direct line with her pit and I turned into her slightly and let the side of my face rest against the warm damp hairs of her underarm. I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the rich sensual scent of her pit. I nuzzled in and licked the sweat off her pit hairs. The taste and smell was a mixture of Annabelle's own scent and the smell and taste of sex.
I paused. "Tell me about the woman you were talking about, the one you met at the gym," I said softly.
Since we had been together Annabelle had slowly revealed little snippets of her sexual past and of how she and Richard had come to this place in their marriage.
Annabelle gave a little soft moan. "Ahh, oh kay," she said slowly. She smiled.
"Well it started at the old Fernleigh Fitness gym, back when it was just starting to change..."
Fernleigh Fitness was an old YMCA that had an Olympic size pool and a bunch of studio spaces for things like yoga and meditation that was all housed in a fantastic old brick and timber building. The clientele used to be students, hippie yoga girls and the boho crowd but as the area was gentrified, one of the big gym franchises came in and bought it.
The new owners made it clear they were preparing to make major changes to just about everything about the place, from the way it looked to the way it was run. The atmosphere used to be very low key, friendly, easy going and non-judgemental. Annabelle assumed things would change but she was surprised by how dramatic the changes were.
The front entrance now featured big posters of over-muscled beefcakes (of both genders) and the arty semi-nude black and white photos had disappeared. Fridges of energy drinks and shelves of protein supplements appeared.
The new owners were honouring the old memberships for a short time and Annabelle had a month to enjoy the pool and yoga at a place she really loved.
However, Annabelle knew she'd need to find a new gym - firstly because she couldn't afford the new fees, secondly she didn't like the new direction her old Fernleigh Fitness was heading but most importantly because she couldn't stand the new members.
The new batch of peroxided, fake tanned, waxed and plucked gym members read fashion magazines in the change rooms and many made it perfectly clear to Annabelle they didn't approve of someone who was so comfortable in her own body and with her own body hair.
Naturally no-one said anything directly to her face but many made a point of staring at her, sometimes with scowls on their faces or "whispered" loud enough for her to hear, saying things like "Why wouldn't you just shave it already" or "It takes two minutes and a razor to do my pits, I mean seriously" or "My boyfriend would never let me get away with that". But if Annabelle ever met their eye they would look away quickly.
Annabelle, in her typical style, hadn't changed her behaviour for the new gym members. She was used to chatting to other women in the change rooms in various stages of undress. She felt comfortable being naked and didn't think women should change into their swimmers with a towel wrapped around them while they were in a female-only space.
One of the first items on the list of plans of the new owners was "fixing" the female change rooms.
The old ones had an open plan shower, which consisted of a long row of taps and nozzles coming out of the tiled walls. Naturally this meant zero privacy, something that was previously never an issue at Fernleigh. Annabelle continued to do what she always did - walking around naked, displaying all her hairy glory for anyone to see and washing herself the way she did at home, which meant turning the dark hairs of her pits and pussy into a mass of white soapy suds.
One day Annabelle could feel someone's eyes on her as she stood there, half-dressed after a shower, wearing small panties and her bra tangled in her hands. She was used to it now, with new members in the change rooms each day, but she still found it irritating. Annabelle's hands were still fumbling with her bra when she looked up, eyes narrowed, to meet the other woman's gaze.
To Annabelle's surprise the other woman didn't look away. Instead she smiled. And then she slowly lifted her arms above her head, interlocked her fingers and stretched. She held the pose, offering Annabelle a view of the healthy clump of dark hair in her own pits.
The woman was wearing a tank top and shorts and said to Annabelle, "I'm going to the yoga class this morning. Are you interested in coming too?"
"Thanks," said Annabelle "but I've got other things on this morning."
"Oh, it was a good class last week," the woman replied, "but hopefully I'll run into you here again?"
Annabelle continued to dress and clasped her bra up behind her.
"Well, my membership is almost finished so I won't be coming here for much longer."
"That's a shame," the woman replied. "I'm new to this area and need to meet some new people, make some new friends."
The woman smiled again.
"Well, I'm going to get the most out of my final month of membership so I guess I will see you round," Annabelle replied.
Over the coming weeks Annabelle noticed the woman had an uncanny knack of being at the gym at the same time as her. She clearly enjoyed watching Annabelle and Annabelle was initially happy to play along.
The woman looked like a young Janeane Garofalo, when she still had those beautiful big tits, but this woman was taller and had no tattoos. There were usually other people in the change room so the woman made small talk but it was clear she was enjoying looking at any part of Annabelle that was exposed.
However, Annabelle was starting to tire of the game and was a little frustrated she'd never seen "Janeane" wearing less than a bra and shorts. She wondered if the woman was simply a voyeur who was getting off by watching her getting in and out of her clothes.
It was Tuesday morning, a day that was typically quite. Tuesday mornings featured mostly classes for oldies but the renovations had driven some of the regulars away too. It was the last week of the old-style shower and the new female showers had been completed and tested but Annabelle hadn't used them yet.
Annabelle was looking forward to having a lane to herself for her swim and was already wearing her one-piece swimmers under her clothes. She found herself alone in the change room.
