Rachel like so many around the world was forced to isolate as a global pandemic rapidly spread across the globe. Something that seemed so surreal that hardly anybody could have anticipated it. It seemed more like a far -fetched horror movie than anything that resembled the reality that preceded it.
As many people tragically succumbed to the awful disease or suffered horrendous symptoms, governments around the world enforced isolation on the citizens to try and suppress the virus.
As lockdown rules were imposed Rachel like so many was forced to work from home only allowed out for essential shopping and a brief daily walk for exercise. Her boyfriend, Joss, wouldn't be allowed to meet her as they lived separately, a fate suffered by many romantic couples.
With no need to physically go into work, habits changed for many including Rachel. Her work hours were reduced and as she didn't need to travel it meant she could stay in bed longer without dashing up.
Also she soon realised there was little point in putting on any make-up. She was a fairly natural girl so only normally applied a minimal amount but even that seemed now superfluous. Many days she would stay in her dressing gown until she had to go out for supplies or her daily walk.
Rachel was of medium build and height with a mane of shoulder-length dark brown hair, which quickly became unruly until brushed. That certainly happened a lot less since isolation. She would just give a very quick brush before going to the shop, but not too bothered about what any strangers might think.
Being pale skinned but dark haired her body hair was going to be pretty conspicuous. Her arms had a soft downy covering of fine dark hairs which she had never removed and which her boyfriends over the years were either ambivalent about or found them rather pleasing. Her current beau, Joss, liked running his fingers through them and sometimes nuzzling them with his nose or even licking them.
Like most young women though Rachel had shaved her legs and pits since her early teens. Something that she did automatically without questioning. She would normally shave them about every four days, but sometimes her calves more often in the summer if she was wearing a dress. It was not something Joss ever expressed any opinions on as it was what most women did. When Rachel was younger she also shaved her bikini line but never her bush.
Joss having seen some of his father's old porn magazines developed a strong desire for women for full hairy pussies and persuaded Rachel to leave the hair on her inner thighs. Though she seemed surprised at this request, she was more than happy to comply with it, as she hated shaving her bikini line as it always left her feeling sore there. The results of not shaving were pretty impressive as she now had a very full bush with the hair running a good couple of inches or more down her inner thighs. She also had a thin but obvious trail of fine dark hairs extending up to her navel (Joss adored stroking and licking these!) as well as a distinctly furry butt crack. The sight of this extensive dark hair against her pale skin was something that always aroused Joss and he loved seeing the hair prominently protuding from her sexy undies when he slowly undressed her.
In all truth Rachel, herself, had come to like this hairier version of herself. Not just losing the discomfort of shaving but when she was on her own and getting ready to masturbate she loved running her fingers through the extra hair.
Like many of her routines she soon started shaving her legs and pits less regularly than usual. No one was seeing them and to be honest it wasn't a routine she particularly enjoyed, it was just a chore that "needed" doing, so why shave so often?
It had been at least ten day since she last shaved. She raised an arm in front of the bathroom mirror and was confronted with some pretty long stubble in her pit. She'd never let it get that long before and before she'd started shaving them the hair had still been quite sparse. She wasn't shocked by what she saw, perhaps a little intrigued by this novel look, but consigned herself to the notion perhaps she ought to shave them?
Rachel had been more aware of how stubbly her calves were. She could see them clearly as she paraded around her flat in her dressing gown- dark and very bristly. She also felt how prickly they were. In a strange way she almost got a masochistic thrill out of running her fingers through the bristles, yet another part of her was a little horrified at how hairy she was getting-not the smooth feminine look that like many women she had been indoctrinated to be like.
After dithering she decided to run herself a bath and while soaking in the warm bath perhaps she would "deal" with her legs. Rachel reflected on the thought that a couple of her friends had said how satisfying they found shaving their legs. Though she had regularly shaved them it wasn't something that had given her any pleasure in the process itself. It was just a tedious chore for a the end result of smooth hair-free legs.
Rachel spent a few minutes just wallowing in the warm bath with soap suds covering her. She then placed her left leg on the edge of the bath and looked at the army of dark bristles growing on them. Picking up her razor she started to shave starting near her ankle.
"Oh shit!" she shouted out loud as blood started to pour from her lower leg. "Why the fuck am I shaving my goddam hairy legs when nobody but me can see them?"
Now in a bad mood and with a plaster on the cut she decided that was it and she was going to shave anymore while nobody could see them. In truth she'd only scraped away a few hairs before she injured herself. As she put it to herself, she knew she had bloody sasquatch hairy legs, even if she'd never let them materialise before, so what did it matter?
So lockdown was now going to get hairy in more ways than one. It was now going to be hairy literally. Part of Rachel was intrigued by how hairy she would get? Another part of her wondered whether Joss would be shocked if he saw the end result of her lack of grooming. Though they face-timed most days Rachel made sure her increasingly hairy pits and legs weren't on show and she never mentioned it to him. Maybe she would have shaved it all off by the time lockdown eventually ended, whenever that would be?
Perhaps because she had too much time on her hands with being stuck at home she now frequently raised her arms when in the bathroom and started running her fingers through the stubble. To her surprise she was warming to the look and feel of her pit hair. As the dark hairs got longer the initial irritation disappeared and were getting smoother to the touch as they grew. She also noticed subtle changes to her natural odours. It wasn't unpleasant as all the ads suggested it would be, but she found it very pleasing, even arousing. Rachel was also appreciating the contrasts of her dark axillae with the smooth pale skin surrounding them.
Her confidence was also boosted when on-line she saw many images of women who had also eschewed hair removal during lockdown, partly because salons were forced to close but others found it liberating to explore their natural body hair.
