When I was younger my dad got me a summer job working on Saturdays for Mrs Jones. She was a woman who had a property out by the river and my job was to help her do landscaping, cut back trees, lay pavings etc.
The property was a bit run down and it was hard work. Mrs Jones was a bit of a hippie. She lived alone and I guess she must have been divorced because she never wore a wedding ring, even though everyone called her Mrs Jones. The first couple of weeks were pretty uneventful -- lots of hard work in the hot sun. She always made lunch and lots of cold drinks when we had breaks -- they were always healthy hippie things but of course all I wanted was a burger and a coke.
One day while we were having lunch I thought I could see a little bit of dark brown hair sticking out from under the sleeve of the t-shirt she was wearing. I didn't want to stare and wasn't sure if it was just my imagination. Although I'd just turned 18, I was a virgin and was inexperienced with girls but I have always been obsessed with women's armpit hair and hairy pussy. I blame my cousin.
When we were younger and I was just starting to get really curious about women, he showed me this big collection of porno mags that his uncle had given him. They were all from the 60s and 70s -- a lot of them were Playboy and Penthouse, which featured the most beautiful women I'd ever seen and all of them had curvy bodies and big natural bush.
In those days the women were always proud of their muff and it was always photographed in detail. That started my love of big bush but he also had some old European hardcore magazines. I couldn't believe the women in them -- they were all beautiful and none of them shaved or trimmed their pubic hair. They were doing hardcore stuff -- les action, threesomes, foursomes, cock sucking -- I couldn't believe it. Almost all of them also had unshaven armpits. Here were these hot girls sucking and fucking -- all with big hairy muff and unshaven pits. I don't know if that was the reason but I've always been into hairy women.
On the third Saturday something unusual happened. We were in the garden and the hot sun was against my back. Mrs Jones came over to me, wearing her usual overalls but with a sleeveless tshirt underneath. The sun was right in her eyes and she lifted one arm to block the light and with the other she pointed over my shoulder and began talking about the next bit of work we had to do.
There, for the first time, were her armpits, revealed in all their glory. I was wearing sunglasses and took my opportunity to take in the view she had just offered me. Her pits were amazing --brown hair grew along the length of her armpit. It was thick and quite long. I stared at one pit and then the other, admiring how the hairs looked from different angles. I could hear that she was talking but had no idea what she was saying.
"What do you think?" she asked.
Still staring at her pits I replied dreamily, "Amazing ...really amazing."
She smiled at me and stroked my arm.
"Glad you're so enthusiastic about digging up some tree stumps," she said.
For the rest of the day I worked hard but Mrs Jones kept her distance and I was a bit confused. That night in bed I lay awake stroking my cock, dreaming of her pits and imagining what it would be like to touch them. I was thinking of Mrs Jones hairy armpits when I blew my load all over my sheets.
The next two weeks at Mrs Jones things were definitely different. At first I thought it was my imagination but after a while I realised she was taking every opportunity to show off her pit hair. She wore singlets under her overalls and seemed to make a conscious effort to lift her arms or put herself in a position that would reveal her armpits to me. She would lean against things, or stretch her arms above her head or deliberately reach for things up high, if I was close by. I made sure I was always wearing sunglasses and I enjoyed the show -- returning home each Saturday night to wank furiously over what I'd seen that day.
As my father drove me to her property one Saturday morning the man on the radio news said it would be the hottest day this year. My dad told me to take care not to get sunburnt and said I could come home early if I got too hot. Mrs Jones and I worked outside for about 30 minutes before the heat became too much.
"Come inside," she said. "We'll have a cold drink. I thought it might be too hot outside today so I planned some things for inside the house that we can do."
I didn't know what she had in mind but I thought it would probably be some painting or cleaning.
"Wow, it is so hot outside today," Mrs Jones said. "Lucky it's nice and cool inside on this side of the house."
I stood in the kitchen with my cold drink and nodded and then watched in amazement as Mrs Jones turned her back to me and began to unbuckle the straps of her overalls. She acted like I was not even there as she let the overalls slip down her body and onto the floor. She stepped out of them and I gazed at her from behind.
She was wearing a white singlet and tiny cut-off denim shorts that were frayed at the edges. Casually she walked into the next room -- her study. The room was pretty sparse, with a day bed under the window, a desk, and bookcase. There was also a light, which had a large lampshade, that hung down low from the ceiling.
Mrs Jones called my name and I went into the room. She was standing under the light with both hands above her head, holding the lampshade.
"I have to change the bulb and then the shade," she said. "Can you help me?"
I walked over to her and there were her pits, exposed to me in their full glory. I made no secret of staring at them -- how could I? I couldn't believe I was so close to them. If I leaned forward I would be able lick them, I thought. Mrs Jones just looked at me, as my eyes focussed on her underarms.
"There is something I need you to do," she said softly.
I gulped.
"There is a box with a light bulb down at my feet. I need you to pick it up for me."
I looked down and between her bare feet was the box. I tore my eyes away from her underarms and knelt down to pick it up. I was on my knees now and realised that I was in the direct eyeline with her crotch. I stared at the frayed material at the end of her demin cut-offs and wondered if that was her black underwear I could see under the shorts.
I was staring up and lost in that thought when I heard her cough.
"What's taking you so long?" she asked.
I stood up straight away and looked at her face. Her expression was calm, with the hint of a cheeky glint in her eye.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" she asked.
I realised that I had totally forgotten to pick up the light bulb.
She smiled and said softly, "You seem a bit distracted. Maybe I should put my arms down ..."
"Please don't," I said.
"I bet none of the girls your age look like this," she said, glancing down at one of her bushy pits. "I get the feeling that you like them ...?"
I heard myself explaining to her how much I loved women who had unshaven armpits and that I loved hairy pussy. I told her about the magazines and even told her that I'd jerked off while thinking of her hairy underarms.