She began to brush her wet hair, and I could no longer resist looking at her thick double patches of hair under her armpits. It was as if I was in a trance, and when Helga looked at where I was looking, then looked at the hard on in my shorts, she understood my fetish.
Helga smiled and said, “My little American man likes my body hair…No?”
I blushed and shyly admitted that hairy woman are a weakness of mine.
She took my hand and said, “Why don’t we leave the lunch for a little later and go in your bedroom to “get used” to each other.”
I eagerly followed her into the bedroom and awkwardly awaited her instructions.
“Let’s compare bodies and see who the “hairy” champion is.
It sounded a bit strange, but I was game for whatever she had in mind. “First, lets compare feet and legs. We stood side by side, both with bare fee and put our legs out in comparison. Both of us were extremely hairy and could feel the excitement generated in our early contest.
“I’m afraid that my Yankee friend has me beat in the feet and legs contest. Now, let’s compare crotches.”