My girlfriend had not been happy when she saw Sara's friend request. After establishing she was a work friend, she had been wary of me accepting, and when I asked why she told me because Sara was "my type".
I denied this profusely, of course, but Jasmine was right, my new work colleague was most definitely my type.
She was only a little over five foot with black, curly hair and was extremely voluptuous. I've always liked chubby girls, and she was full figured, with a small belly and full cheeks. She boasted a large, full arse and a pair of heavy, juicy looking tits which jiggled as she walked and which provided a frequent distraction from the boredom of answering phone calls every day.
And she was gloriously filthy, always dishing the dirt on her frequent dates and telling me in cock stiffening detail about her extensive and adventurous exploits in the bedroom. And in hotel rooms. And the outdoors. And in VIP areas at clubs.
Sara was a goer, in the first week I'd known her she'd told me that she had a couple of regular fuck buddies and shagged on the first date. As much as I loved Jas I found myself regretting that I wasn't single because I'd love to take this raven haired wench out and fuck her senseless.
I flirted a little, compliments here and there, a little bit of innuendo and she responded instantly. Sara was one of those women who quite quickly realizes when a guy is into her and enjoys teasing and flirting them, probably knowing that quite often I'd be answering my next caller with a hard on, and that her stories formed the fantasies I had as I wanked in the shower.
I never would have made a move if it hadn't been for the strangest thing.
Her armpits.
Sara had hairy armpits.
I noticed it one shift when she stretched and underneath her arm was a small fuzzy area. Hairy armpits are quite rare and I watched in fascination, I'm not a freak or anything, but soon those hairy armpits were something I kept an eye out for.
Unlike a lot of guys, I don't mind hairy women, I think because my first experience of naked women were readers wives in old top shelf mags, and they quite often boasted full bushes, and I lost my virginity to a girl who was unshaven. In fact when she shaved a few weeks later I was a little disappointed, and found her utterly bald pussy a bit off putting.
Sara's armpits were a naughty little flash here and there, and because they were so unusual they became something of an obsession. I loved that she didn't care and was totally unselfconscious about them, and her Facebook page showed she was proud of her "pit kittens" and a member of pro-body hair groups.
Jasmine in this respect was a bit straight-laced, she shaved everywhere and had only agreed to grow a small patch of fuzz above her pussy after we got into a discussion after watching some porn. She seemed weirded out and puzzled by my preference for pubes, and there was frequent landscaping. I didn't mind though, and was more than happy to bury my face between her thighs and eagerly eat her cunt at any opportunity.
Things with Sara would have stayed on a flirty, friendly basis if not for the input of Gemma, another member of our team and a bit of a plastic. I knew from countless dull conversations that she was a regular gym goer and to be fair she was in fantastic shape, her body lithe and toned. She was meticulously put together and wore clothes that to my untrained eye looked expensive, her hair was bleached blonde and every inch of her face covered in makeup and her eyebrows were ludicrously well maintained.
It was a quiet Sunday shift and Gemma was sitting next to me when Sara, wearing a light summer dress which was sleeveless, stretched upwards, arching her back and thrusting her ample chest out. It could have just been a stretch, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile she flashed me suggested it might be for my benefit, and if it was, I'd enjoyed the show.
"Eugh!" Gemma exclaimed. "Doesn't that annoy you?"
"What?" Sara asked, clearly puzzled by the outburst.
"Your armpit hair! I mean, I have to shave, I just feel gross if I leave it for more than a few days."
Sara smiled and shook her head.
"No, why should it bother me? It's totally natural, we're meant to have hair."
"Eww, no way!" Gemma giggled. "I definitely don't agree with that, the only hair I have is on my head."
An image of Gemma's hairless, toned body popped into my head and while it wasn't unappealing I suspected it wouldn't replace Sara's hair and curves in my spank bank.
"See, I only shave my legs." Sara said with a smile. "And that's only if I'm wearing a skirt."
Gemma pulled a face that implied that Sara had said something truly horrendous, and I smiled at her discomfort, and also at the mental image of Sara's hairy cunt, which made my cock twitch inside my trousers.
"You don't even shave your-your" The word was clearly too horrific for Gemma to utter out loud and she added in a whisper "pubes?"
"Nope." Sara said, not a trace of embarrassment. "Don't really trim it that much either."
"That's so wrong!"
"If it's wrong, why do we have hair there?" Sara replied.
Gemma seemed lost at this, and seeking helped turned to me.
"Chris, what about you?" She asked me, shooting a dirty look at Sara. "Don't you think a girl should be neat down there?"
I felt my face flush slightly.
"Actually, I don't mind, whatever she likes really." I said, and got an eye-roll from Gemma, although Sara smiled at me.
"So, what does your girlfriend have?" Sara asked.
"Umm, she just has a landing strip." Why had I shared that? Jasmine would be mortified that I'd told two girls she barely knew that.
