I am now an old man. I have lived a full life and have had my share of excitement but I will never forget my days as an airman or should I say Hair Man in the Air Force. I was posted in Devon, England in 1944 during the last few months of World War II. D-Day was being planned and General Eisenhower was to take command of the Allied Forces. I was just past 20 and having a great time. I had flown in to London from Michigan and was taken in as to how we were perceived as saviors. My mate Samuel was with me too and he was a big African American. We had our moments in England but we were soon to directed to do sorties across enemy lines mainly to drop forces.
Samuel and me were in charge to drop 14 troops in Nice in France. Once we crossed over we developed engine trouble and we had to land the plane across enemy lines. Captain Morgan contacted the French Resistance and we were left with Henri the leader and his team comprising Gisele, Michelle and Lisa who were told had escaped from Turin. They were to keep us out of the view of the Germans and try and get us to Luxembourg were we would be picked up by a relief plane which would take at least 3-4 days.
The French Women were very beautiful not to talk of the Italian Lisa. What surprised us was their hairiness. They had more hair on their bodies than most men. Both Samuel and me were not used to the “hairy” European look and seeing the massive bushes in Giselle, Michelle and Lisa’s armpits were difficult to get used to. They were almost always in sleeveless dresses so that they could easily mix with the local population and not look like Resistance members and seeing all that hair hanging from their underarms was most unusual to say the least. Samuel kept telling me “Maan so much hair you could almost knit a sweater with all that hair”.
He kept teasing Lisa the Italian brunette “Lisa you have much more hair in your armpits than me I am sure your pussy is like a jungle”. She would just smile at him. We were treated like heroes and I grew particularly fond of Michele. She was a stunning beauty with golden hair on her head. Her armpits though contained large quantity of darker hair and I was completely turned on by her hirsute armpits.
I think they realized the inactivity was boring us so they took us out to the town square and we mingled with the locals. In fact I was shocked to see so many women displaying hair in their armpits. It was a culture shock to me. In America most women shaved their underarms and here in France I did not see any woman with her armpits shaved.