Jess was getting really excited about some work experience after finishing school. She had enrolled to be a helper in a forest camp for eight weeks where students went to learn about survival skills, foraging, walks in the wild and appreciating the natural world around them.

In the preceding days she had been busy buying clothes for her adventure with new pairs of shorts, hiking boots, thick socks and sunhat as well as sun screen and insect repellent just in case she was a little too tasty!

The evening before she packed all her kit in her backpack she luxuriated in a final warm, bubbly bath. She had just finished scraping a couple of day’s stubble from her pits before starting on the minimal growth on her calves, when her boyfriend, Joe entered to get something from the cabinet.

With a grin on his face he said,

“Hope you’re taking your razors with you on this vacation? Don’t want you to come back a hairy wookie like some crazy hippie chick!”

Jess didn’t exactly reply and just gave him a look before saying,

“Perhaps?”

An hour or so later they both fell in to bed with Jess smelling sweet and her legs and pits totally smooth. Joe at all times loved stroking her legs just after she shaved them, which was pretty frequent. It didn’t take long for some passionate caressing and some energetic fucking.

After a quick Shower in the morning Jess was ready for a different adventure and was ready to go. Her dark blonde hair was in a pony tail, her natural, make-up Free face ready for some warm sunshine and she was dressed in her new shorts which stretched half way down her thighs. These were partnered with a light top, some ankle-length socks and her walking boots.

Following ten minutes of slightly tearful embraces and tight hugs with Joe, she waved him goodbye and drove off to camp which was about a two hours drive away.

Excitedly singing along to her mix-tape in her car the time swiftly passed by and in what seemed a short journey she had arrived at what seemed a rural idyll!

The foliage of the trees and bushes was still looking fresh, birds were singing while numerous insects chirped and buzzed away and in one of the woodland pools she saw a green frog jump in the water as she passed.

Soon to greet her was Ruth, her mentor, for the next few weeks. Ruth was maybe five to eight years older than Jess, slim with a weathered complexion from the outdoor life. Her mousy hair was tied back and she had a fairly long nose which had a small ring attached, slim lips with a faint hint of a ‘tache above her upper lip and fairly solid brows. Wearing bell bottoms and a sweatshirt she warmly greeted Jess.

Over the next half an hour Ruth showed Jess around camp, which was fairly basic. Cooking was over an open fire, a compost toilet was there for basic functions, whereas bathing was at a choice of local water bodies, including a secluded pool and a larger lake where sometimes they caught fish for supper. Many edible wild plants were growing and foraging was part of the learning curve, which after some instruction from Ruth, Jess was expected to teach to her group of students.

Later in the evening everybody would eat around the camp fire and get to know each other.

As students and the tutors gathered there was lots of excited chatter about the adventures to come. As the sun went down the sound of cicadas and crickets got louder and a distant owl was hooting. Jess had found out she’d be collecting firewood in the morning and doing some bug hunting with some students and talking about food chains.

She could see Ruth was on the far side and had now changed into a fairly long skirt that dropped a third of the way down her lower legs. The light was pretty poor and Jess could see what seemed to be strong shadow over Ruth’s calves.

Feeling tired after a day’s travel and all the excitement of the new experience unravelling, Jess retired to her tent and slept like a log until she had to get up at dawn.

Following breakfast she bumped into Ruth who like her was also now in shorts. Jess was now somewhat distracted as she suddenly realised that what she had assumed was shadow last night was in fact a fur coat on Ruth’s legs! Jess had never seen a woman with hairy legs before; certainly nothing more than a few fair hairs on them. Ruth had a dense covering of long fine hairs covering her calves; thickest on the front but pretty hairy all the way round and above the relatively hair-Free knees her thighs (the lower half showing) were also pretty furry, though the hairs not quite so long or as dense. Depending on the light the hair could appear fairly dark but some hairs also looking somewhat golden.

Despite being somewhat distracted by this hirsute surprise, Jess listened to what she had to do for the morning. After Ruth had finished chatting to her, Jess couldn’t help but looked back, both curious and fascinated by the natural state of Ruth’s legs. So is this what a woman’s legs looked like if they weren’t regularly shaved or waxed?

It didn’t take too long before Jess realised that Ruth was far from unique in being “au naturel”. In fact most of the female tutors seemed to have varying amounts of hair on their legs and where she saw them, pits too. In this alternative world at camp it was hairless legs that seemed unusual and those students that had been present for a couple of weeks or more were wearing their stubble with pride.

This all seemed pretty alien to Jess, who like many young women had been brought up to believe that female body hair just wasn’t to be seen. Only pubic hair covered up by undies/bikini, arm fuzz or fine hairs on the thighs were socially acceptable. Inner thigh, leg and pit hair were not seen as feminine so undesirable and to be removed regularly without question.

While she was busy collecting firewood with some students, her thoughts were whizzing around in her head questioning the logic of what she’d been brought up to believe.

Ruth realised if she’d been asked about her thoughts of hairy legs (or pits) on a woman a couple of days ago, she was have just wondered, “Gross!” Though she had been taken by shock at the hairiness of Ruth’s legs, she hadn’t been grossed out by the hair, but instead somewhat intrigued by them.

While Jess was showing her students some of the bugs they’d caught and explained what they were and what they did, Ruth passed by a couple of times, checking Jess was coping okay. Jess just couldn’t help herself and each time Ruth passed she couldn’t stop looking at Ruth’s thick leg fuzz.

Later in the afternoon as the students were Free to have fun, Jess had to meet up with Ruth to discuss her day, discuss any issues that popped up and the plans for the following day.

As Jess approached Ruth’s secluded tent, Ruth was sitting on a camp stool with one foot on the ground but her other leg crossed over and she was running her fingers through the soft dense hair. Jess was aware she was blushing, feeling somewhat distracted by Ruth’s passive leg grooming.

After a couple of minutes chatting, Ruth asked Jess,

“Are you okay? You seem a bit uncomfortable?”

“Oh, sorry Ruth, forgive me, I just feel a bit distracted,” Jess whispered, while briefly looking again at Ruth’s legs. “I’m fine really. Today went well with the students. We found lots of mini-beast and they loved it. Found some juicy edible fruits too.”

Ruth was now more than aware that Jess kept looking at her furry legs.

” I hope you don’t mind me asking Jess, but I notice you seem to keep staring at my legs. Do they bother you? I know most women shave their legs but does my leg hair offend you in some way?”

Jess could feel her face redden intensely and her stomach in knots and she wanted to disappear under a stone.

“I’m so sorry Ruth, I didn’t mean to stare. No I’m not offended at all, but like you said most women remove their leg hair, just as I do and I’ve never seen women’s legs natural like this so I guess it’s a kind of curiosity and I kept looking, intrigued as much as anything.”

With a warm smile Ruth responded, “Well I’m pleased I don’t gross you out with my hairy legs. I’m a naturally pretty hirsute woman and not shaving gives me a sense of freedom”.

Sighing with relief, Jess honestly admitted,

“If I’m honest if you’d asked me a few days what I thought about hairy legs on a woman I probably would have said it’s gross but I hadn’t really seen any. Now I can see your hairy legs I know those thoughts were wrong. I Love your individuality and think they are kind of cool, though I doubt my boyfriend would agree!” Jess chuckled as she said the bit about her boyfriend.

Warming to Jess and her honesty, Ruth quipped,

“I’m really pleased to hear that. Maybe you’ll be a hairy girl by the end of camp? Shaving is a real chore here so only the most fanatical continue to remove their hair as you’ve probably noticed? I think it’s quite healthy for young women to embrace their natural body to see what it really looks like and explore it with their hands and senses. Nothing wrong with shaving if that’s your preference but I think all women should experiment with growing it all out at least once.

Hairy is good, shaved is fine and flipping between the two extremes is okay. Don’t have to be rigid one way or the other. You can have hairy pits but trim them if that makes you more comfortable, have hairy legs in the winter but shave them in shorts weather if the hair makes you uncomfortable. I had a flatmate who had a beautiful face, shaved her head which really accentuated her feminine features, kept her pubes trimmed to a few millimetres but had very hairy legs and pits. And she had no shortage of lovers! It’s all part of exploring your body and experimenting to see what is really you! “

Jess was now feeling much better and felt a real empathy with Ruth. She realised she wasn’t just gonna be learning and teaching bush craft but also on a personal journey too.

“Thanks Ruth- that’s really good to know! Something for me to ponder on.”

Jess went down to the lake to cleanse herself before dinner, feeling liberated removing her clothes and refreshed in the cool water as a few birds still sang. With her underwear off for the first time she looked down at her pubic hair and actually admired it’s naturalness for the first time. She ran her fingers through the dense brown hairs that had been contained in her undies and washed them. She also seemed carefree about the slight stubble under her arms, on her calves and inner thighs, whereas previously she would feel a strong desire to shave it off. Maybe she might occasionally shave during camp she no longer felt any pressure to do so?

After immersing her whole body and mane of dark blonde hair in the water she towelled herself down and with a towel covering her more intimate parts headed back to her tent. Jess was feeling like a different person and was feeling pretty aroused with all the natural stimulation around her. Zipping her tent up for privacy she began to explore her body sensually with her fingers, first playing with her bushy pubes, running the hairs through her fingers and gently tugging on them, which was resulting in some very pleasurable sensations before running her hands up her gently bristly calves and onto her stomach before spending some time stimulating her petite but beautifully formed breasts and gently tweaking her nipples. She then exerted more pressure before placing one hand between her moist thighs and began to pleasure herself intimately. Suppressing her groans so as not to be heard it didn’t take long for Jess to climax and feel really good.

The next few days went so fast and Jess was loving her summer work experience. Yes it was work but also so much fun and Jess felt so energised it this relaxed atmosphere. Over the days a special bond developed between Ruth and Jess. Not exactly mother and daughter as Ruth was only a few years older than than her, perhaps older Sister befriending her; a warm platonic relationship but perhaps with a hint of something more?

At the end of the week Jess had to go to Ruth’s tent for an appraisal and discuss the direction of the following week.

As Jess approached Ruth was sitting outside on her seat. It had been a blisteringly Hot day and now Ruth was wearing a short skirt and for the first time, while Jess had been at camp, a sleeveless top. Out of habit while Ruth was sitting she was running her hands up and down her hairy tanned legs while Jess approached.

“So how’s the first week, been for you Jess?” beamed Ruth.

“Yeh, really great! I’ve loved every second of it, being out in the wilds, feeling the warmth of the sunshine on my skin, the breeze though my hair. Everybody’s so friendly and I feel I’ve learnt so much over the last few days,” gushed Jess while looking distractedly as Ruth caressed her lush leg hair.

Noticing, Ruth laughed, “Oh sorry I’m distracting you with my hairy legs again! Actually I can see you haven’t shaved yours yet? Maybe a convert?”

Jess, feeling so much more confident after the original discussion at the beginning of the week, responded,

“Not sure about that, but no pressure to shave here and no boyfriend to nag if I don’t. Hope you don’t mind me saying but your leg hair must be so soft as you seem to Love stroking it when you’re sitting down. Is it?”

Smiling and suppressing a giggle Ruth replies,

“You can feel it if you like? You’re right it is really soft when it’s grown out and I find it really relaxing just to run my fingers through it-something very sensual and satisfying about it.”

Jess was slightly taken back by the unexpected offer yet not offended. Tentatively she moved her hands towards one of Ruth’s hairy legs, the long hairs intricately interwoven with each other as they criss-crossed. Not in an untidy fashion but quite sleek and the colours of the hairs subtly changing as the light changed. For the first time Jess also noticed, as she hadn’t seen Ruth in a short skirt before, how hairy her thighs were too, if not quite the density of that on her calves.

As she leant forward to nervously run her fingers through Ruth’s leg fur she noticed an aromatic mustiness coming from Ruth. Because Jess had been so distracted by Ruth stroking her hairy legs she hadn’t noticed what was now very obvious. The pits! Previously Ruth had at all times had a thicker shirt on or at least short sleeves but now her pits were partially exposed for the first time and thick strands of dark hair were sticking out of the sides, exuding powerful pheromone-loaded sweat.

“So do you like the feel of them Jess or not?”

With a serious expression on her face to try and fool Ruth about her comment, she then broke into a grin, exclaiming,

“It’s really soft It feels so good. I’ll admit I’ve changed my mind about female leg hair. It looks really good on you. Love the way it carries on up your thighs too. Guess women can look sexy hairy too?”

Ruth was flattered and almost blushing too.

“I’m really pleased you’ve changed you mind about it. Guess it’s all down to cultural norms and what we are told when we grow up. When I was small at junior school, before puberty, my lower legs were pretty fuzzy. At first I didn’t mind, I even quite liked it. That was until some nasty boy in my class started making fun of my leg hair and calling me names like “monkey girl” and saying my leg hair was nasty and manly. Of course others started copying him, teasing me remorselessly about my hair so I started to hate it.

I’ll admit I became really self-conscious. I think I was only about ten and my mother could see how upset I was about it and she shaved them for me and then did them about once a week until I was in my teens when I was allowed to do it for myself and of course by then shaving my pits and thighs too. I hated the shaving as my skin felt so sore yet this was somehow preferable to the teasing of being hairy. Kids can be so cruel!

That’s how it stayed until I was eighteen, left school and went to college. That was when the revolution began. The atmosphere was so different and so chilled. I saw all these young women who didn’t shave. Sure there were plenty who did shave but equally a good number had long leg hair and bushy pits and in the summer when they were in bikinis on the college lawn there was an abundance of very enthusiastic pubic hair sticking out in all directions. Perhaps equally important to a young woman with hormones gushing around, I could see these hairy women weren’t indulging in some sort of hairy chastity, where their body hair was a deterrent to sexual encounters, but in fact a total liberation from social expectations.

Guess for the first few weeks I started shaving a lot less than usual but initially found it difficult to go cold turkey with my trusty razor. I think some six weeks in I hooked up with this great guy who said how much the natural female body aroused him and how sexy body hair was. That moment I ditched my faithful blade and let it all grow out.

It did seem a bit strange at first but I grew to Love it. I noticed subtle changes in my body odours, especially under my arms and I could see how aroused my lover was by it and how he loved to stroke and caress all my bodily tresses. It was some of my best Sex ever- we just fucked all the time we weren’t in lessons!

Even after we split up for some reason I’ve now forgotten, having very hairy legs and the rest was no deterrent to getting laid. Some guys just loved Sex with a hairy woman and those who weren’t particularly into it, were just grateful for getting their leg over. Don’t ever recall a guy requesting me to shave any of it? “

Jess was listening, while still gently caressing Ruth’s legs and was totally mesmerised by her story.

“Oh my God, that’s such an amazing story! gushed Jess. “I really admire your spirit. Not sure how I’d have coped with bullying? Your hairy legs look and feel so awesome now! Great you are now so comfortable in your natural skin. Bet it’s years since you last shaved?”

Ruth smiled warmly into Jess’s eyes before saying with a twinkle in her eye,

“Thank you Jess and to answer yes and no!” before chuckling.

Jess was slightly taken back by the unexpected answer.

“So you mean it’s not been years since you last shaved? You can not have shaved too recently given how thick and long your leg hair is now?”

Enjoying the mystery she had created in Jess’s mind, Ruth teased,

“Well not that recently, but let’s say maybe ten or eleven months ago?”

“But why, if you are happy with being hairy and don’t like shaving much?” queried Jess.

Throwing Jess even more, Ruth responded, ” Well if I’m honest it wasn’t really my choice but it came to happen.”

“You mean some guy forced you to shave? That’s awful! opined Jess.

“It wasn’t quite like that. Can I trust you with a secret? I feel a bit sheepish telling you but somehow I’d like to, but must go no further than us? requested Ruth.

Hanging on every word Ruth uttered, Jess responded,

“Of course Ruth. You have my word. I’m so intrigued now!”

“Well here goes, ” responded Ruth.

” I started doing some erotic on-line work to get some extra cash as I was getting a bit desperate for some money and this gave me a way to make some good money where I was in control. I made numerous erotic mini-movies and the odd live request cam shots as a hairy woman.

Mostly it was a case of wearing numerous items of clothing and slowly revealing it such as removing thick tights, slowly exposing some hairy leg and

then caressing it or showing off my hairy pits. Sometimes I’d comb my body hair and bath/Shower sets were very famous. I would often do Masturbation sets after stroking my body hair.

I had a fair following of hairy fans and made some decent money when I wanted to, so no set hours. Then one day this guy who had been a really keen follower asked if I’d consider doing a hairy shaving set? He said it had been a gigantic fantasy of his to watch me tease him and shave my very hairy legs.