I lived with my family in a small village in Kent outside London. It is a few miles from Canterbury and a few years ago we had an au pair or may I call her au (p)hair living with us. She was from Italy and had come to study English in a University in Kent and she stayed with us. I have a little brother too and we live with Mum and Dad. I go to university too and Silvia (the au pair) is in her mid twenties she is buxom and is extremely hirsute.
I noticed her hairiness by accident. Silvia goes for a jog on most mornings and we have a largish farm. I can see her from my window and I specially like her large breasts, which heave under the sweatshirt she wears. She is always dressed in a half sleeved shirt and I did not know that she had bushes of hair in her unshaven pits. I will be frank nothing turns me on then a lot of hair on a womanโs body more so in her underarms.
One day I had to deliver a message as she had a call from her mother early in the morning. Her sister Gina was arriving in London in the afternoon and she was to meet her at the airport. So I waited till she got back and since there was very little time for her to get to Gatwick I went into her room without knocking on the door keeping in view the urgency of the message or more likely hoping to catch her undressed. In actual fact she was removing her sweaty T-shirt over her head as I pushed the door open. Her white sports bra could hardly contain her juggling breast but with her arms raised over her head I could see the gleaming mated hair in her buttery armpits. It was very thick and bushy and I had an instantaneous erection. My throbbing member saluted her hairy armpits and I could see she was plainly embarrassed by my seeing her bushy armpits.
I gave her the message my eyes riveted on her big breasts and her bushy underarms. A musky odor wafted across the room from her bushy underarms. It smelled of sweat and sweetness and I felt like kissing them. She had put her arms down though she was still standing in her white sports bra and her track pants. Clearly the bushy hair in her underarms could not be hidden even with her arms clamped down as it stuck out in sharp contrast with the whiteness of her white bra. The jet-black hair of her bushy armpits grew thickly and evenly and stuck out a few inches from the sides too. I told her I would check the flight arrivals but when I went down there was another call from Milan that the flight had been cancelled and she was coming by train on the following day.