The Leg Barber Comes to Town

Hilary was getting excited about the local fair that was coming up. It was her second year living in the community but she had missed the annual event last year as she had been away visiting family. After living in the city where she always felt so anonymous, she found living in this community much more to her liking. She felt she belonged- it probably helped it was a college town where there was a healthy alternative scene with many artisans and plenty of tolerant and interesting folk from various walks of life.

Here she felt happy to dress as she pleased with no judgement. Hilary was fairly attractive without being especially pretty. I guess she was pretty average in terms of both weight and height with shoulder length dark blonde hair and had added streaks dyed through it. Casual, comfortable clothing was her style; she never bothered with make-up or perfumes and hadn't removed any of her body hair since her first year in college some 12 years ago. In the city, the latter fact sometimes made her a little uncomfortable in the warmer weather, when her exposed calves would sometimes attract disapproving stares and on the odd occasion even a nasty unprovoked comment. In this community everyone was much more accepting of such lifestyle choices and in fact wasn't an unusual one here.

It was a welcome relief that after several wet days, the days leading up to the fair were pretty benign on the weather front and as the day arrived, the sun was out in full force and the mercury began to rise.

Hilary decided to wear one of her old, faded college T-shirts combined with a knee-length flowery skirt and sandals. Part hippy, part old student!

A mile or so walk from her flat, as Hilary arrived music was already booming from the speakers. A whole variety of music was scheduled to play- some funky jazz and soul, old-fashioned rock n'roll and jive and a western swing/country outfit. Something for everyone!

It wasn't just the sounds but the aromas of a whole variety of fresh food and cooking. She was also keen to see some of the various arts and craft stalls: watching some pottery classes, willow weaving and even some henna art. She opted to have a henna tattoo on her left wrist.

After an hour or so wandering around the fair she sat down on a grassy area to eat some of the tasty local produce and enjoy a beer. There was a great atmosphere here and feeling sated after eating she watched the world move around her.

When she felt relaxed like this and was bare-legged she often unconsciously (and sometimes consciously) ran her hands up and down her hairy legs as she loved the sensation of the soft hair that covered her slim, shapely limbs. She'd always hated shaving as she found it a tedious chore and as the hair always grew back so quickly, she had to do it frequently to stay smooth. Given she could be a little clumsy at times her calves were a little like a war zone with cuts and scratches! It wasn't until her first year at college she found the confidence to quit shaving, inspired by a couple of young women in her year who embraced their natural fur!

Though it seemed strange at first she soon loved her blooming natural body and it helped that she had no shortage of suitors that were not deterred by her lack of grooming! Several commented how surprisingly soft her hairy legs and thighs were and most found the furry pits a real sensory delight! The delicious natural aromas and to stroke and play with the long pit hairs was a real natural delight.. One even jokingly complained that hers were hairier than his!

In the strengthening sun she raised her skirt a few inches above her knees as she lapped up the warmth. The hair on her legs wasn't especially dark but the colour seemed to vary according to the light, some of the hair glimmered golden at times, whereas at other times it appeared a darker tawny shade. The hair lower down her calves was longer than that just below the knees, but overall the calves were covered with quite a dense pelt of fine hair. Her thighs were pretty hairy too, though not as dense as her lower calves. The hair on the back of her thighs was thicker than the front but she never really saw this, so was probably blissfully unaware of this! Though not on show today her inner thighs were extremely hairy, a continuation of her ample wild pubic bush!

Surprisingly, her arms appeared almost hairless by comparison, with tiny fair hairs that only revealed themselves to detailed scrutiny under good light. Her pits though were well endowed with a dense thatch of long hair, darker than her head hair.

Unlike in the city where she felt a bit of a freak for not shaving, here it felt so normal to be a natural hairy woman. In fact, as she supped her beer and listened to some music from the next field, she was smiling contentedly to herself, when she saw how common it was to see women of various ages from teens to 50's embracing their fuzz here. Surprising, even to Hilary (Hairy Hils to her best mates!) only about half the women she observed had traditionally hair-free legs and pits. Being an avid observer of women and their grooming (or more importantly lack of!) regimes, she was fascinated by the other half of the women who were less conventional. Many of these embraced the full natural look ranging from some with fine hair barely noticeable, to a small number at the other extreme, where their legs were covered in dark, dense hair, though most were somewhere in between.

Hils was also fascinated by those women who had opted into selective hair removal. She noticed several women who seemed to revel in full hairy pits but had shaved their legs or the legs might have had a couple of weeks worth of bristles. In a couple of instances she noticed a couple of women who rocked the leg hair but had shaved their pits or who only had stubble there; though these women tended to have less heavy leg growth and usually not very dark. She just loved the diversity of hair choices on show, where hairy was as acceptable as shaved and where women could opt in and out of grooming to their personal preference. It was never this liberal in the city.

She always felt a warm glow when she saw another hairy woman; a sense of kinship and shared ideals!

The area of grass where she was sitting was going to have the next live band in about 30 minutes, so she knew more people would soon be moving in. Initially, a young woman, about 20, with a long mane of braided blonde hair sat a few feet in front of her and was wearing cut down denim shorts. As the sun shone down on her, Hils could see she was a fellow non-shaver and her arms, legs and thighs glittered gold in the sunlight.

From the side of her, Hils was aware of another woman was approaching, this time with short dark brown hair and from the distance she was sure this woman was one of the more conventional shavers (at least her calves!) and she continued to gaze at the pretty blonde in front of her who was adorned with fine, feminine fuzz on her lithe limbs. After a few minutes, from her peripheral vision, she noticed the second woman was replicating her own actions, which was running her hands up and down her legs.

This made Hils look round properly at the dark-haired woman who was probably in her mid-20's and quite curvy with shapely legs and ample breasts

The woman smiled at Hils as she turned round and with a laughing smile said, *Snap!"

Hils laughed and looking at the woman's legs noticed they weren't clean-shaven as she had expected. Neither were they fully hairy but were coated in quite a dense dark stubble, a centimetre or so in length, which the woman seemed to love running her hands through..

"Not full on hairy and soft like mine!" laughed Hils.

The woman who introduced herself as Jenny said, "But they used to be full-on hairy, much hairier than yours!"

"So what made you start shaving them then?" queried Hils.

Jen replied, "Not totally my decision, really."

Looking confused Hils uttered, "What do you mean?"

"You know what guys are like! Or some of them anyway. I started dating this new guy just under a year ago. One of the nicest guys I've dated; good fun, caring and pretty good in the sack. I'm naturally a pretty hairy woman," she replied as she lifted her skirt to show Hils her hairy thighs and also raised her arms to expose her dense dark hair in her pits.

"Now he's pretty easygoing and in all fairness he loves most of my body hair- he loves my furry bush, my hairy pits and he doesn't mind the hair on my thighs, but he wasn't keen on the thick dark hair on my calves. I think if mine had been like yours he might not have had complained so much. Initially, I ignored him begging me to shave them, saying if he loved me, he'd have to love or at least put up with my hairy legs too!"

"So what made you cave in then?" asked Hils.

Jen responded, "In a way I didn't really cave in. I think he kind of gave up on me shaving them and he came to accept the fact However though, I knew he'd love it if I did shave, but I wasn't going to cave into his pressure. About three months ago I was feeling quite poorly with a bad bug that really knocked me low and I was poorly for at least a couple of weeks. Jim was an angel; he did every thing for me, cared for me, he was a total darling, really pampering me. Even when I was getting better he never moaned about my hairy legs any more and seemed to accept them. He had a big birthday coming up, his 30th, so I wanted to give him a lovely surprise! I bought him a range of things he'd like but I knew what he'd really would love!

So while he was at work I ran a soapy bath and decided I'd shave my furry gams for him. I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when he saw the results! To be truthful, though I was totally comfortable in my natural furriness, I was quite excited myself to be shaving them for the first time in maybe a couple of years. It was almost like that first time you shave them in your early teens: a mix of nervousness and anticipation! I have to say it was some job as my legs were a lot hairier than when I first shaved them at the age of 13! It took me about 90 minutes and two blades to totally defuzz them and the bath looked like a fur coat when I drained away the water! Despite all that, I actually enjoyed it and I did feel very sexy afterwards!"

Fascinated by Jen's anecdote, Hils excitedly asked, "So was he shocked?"

"Oh boy! He came home from work, took a shower and we had a lovely meal I'd prepared and downed a couple of glasses of wine. I had put on a short skirt and some dark tights to hide the fact of what I'd done. Soon, we were actively smooching and Jim removed my top and was soon caressing and kissing my boobs. He loves my boobs! He continued playing with my nipples while nuzzling in my very furry pits. Funny he totally loves them hairy and would be upset if I shaved them! He adores the musky scents and the pheromones which always get him pretty excited and aroused.

I guess because he wasn't a fan of the hairy legs , the skirt came down last. After removing that he started to pull down the tights. Initially nothing unusual- pubes spilling out of my lacy underwear and hairy thighs. Then bingo! As he continued down past my knees he broke out into this huge grin, like an overexcited schoolboy! As soon as he realised I'd shaved them he was so totally happy. It was worth shaving them just to see him this excited. He stroked them, kissed them, licked them and he had this near full-on erection, dribbling like a leaky pipe! Suffice to say sex was amazing and usually we have the one session, but it was like he was on overdrive. We ended his birthday totally knackered but elated! The next morning he couldn't stop pampering my soft legs and telling me how great they looked and felt!"

"So you carried on shaving afterwards?" questioned Hils.

"Originally this was supposed to be a one off special treat for Jim. As my legs started getting stubbly, I was surprised how much Jim enjoyed rubbing his fingers over my bristles. After a couple of weeks he asked if I'd be shaving them again? When I said i wasn't keen on shaving on a regular basis he had this sweet smile and offered to shave them for me! Initially, I was gobsmacked by his offer, but thought, why not? Anyway I let him shave them and it was a really sensual experience and the sex was amazing after. You wouldn't think shaving legs could be sexy and strangely erotic. I always thought it was a pain in the ass when I did it for myself! So now every 2 or 3 weeks we share a bath, drink some wine and I let him pamper me; soaping and shaving my legs. I do love the feeling of them when they're freshly shaved but I also love running my hands through the stubble as it grows out. I might give it a break once the colder weather comes and let them grow out, to keep the shaving special!"

"Blimey!" exclaimed Hils. "I'd never ever thought of a guy, or even another woman, shaving me!"

"Your leg hair is much more attractive than mine, " responded Jen. "But maybe give it a try one day? You might really enjoy it? It's only hair and it soon grows back; it's not as if you have to stay shaved!"

"Mmm,,, true!. We'll see- food for thought!" Hils said wistfully as thoughts whizzed around her head at the notion.

Smiling with a big grin, Jen responded, "If you want to give it a try there's a guy in one of the cabin stalls who calls himself the Leg Barber. You won't miss it as he has one of those traditional red and white striped old-fashioned barber poles. Think this is his second or third visit coming to the fair. Last year a girl who works with me; she's an out and out lesbian who loves to shock with her brightly coloured hair, sometimes bright orange or pink or green and in the summer she happily bares her dark hairy shins.She decided to pay a visit to him on a whim. Now she's the last person I would have expected to visit as she's clearly not into guys and wouldn't have expected her to go for this as she was proud of her very hairy legs and their shock value! But, she loved it, said it was a real fun experience and though she didn't fancy him, said it was deliciously sexy.In fact though she grew the hair back out and about three months later, she got a paddling pool for her garden and had a decadent leg shaving party with two or three of her hairy girlfriends. She said it was such a hoot and said she might do it as an annual fun event!"

Laughing, Hils responded, "I think i must be in a parallel universe!"

Engrossed in their hairy chat the band came on and soon Jen, Hils and the rest of the crowd were up on their arms swaying, dancing and singing along. While she was swaying, her arms held high, Hils smiled when she saw so many hairy armpits on view- and that was just the women!

An hour later as the band came off stage Hils said bye to Jen and thanked her for her company, especially the amusing shaving stories. Walking around the stores Hils tried some home-made candy and some local cherries before supping another beer. Though she was more than happy with her hairy legs (and other parts) and unlike Jen had never had any complaints about her fur, she was intrigued by Jen's stories. Though she totally loathed shaving herself, she did ponder what it would be like if she had a passive role and was shaved by someone she liked? She thought to herself she was being foolish even thinking about it, but the notion was lodged there and wasn't going to budge!

As she continued meandering down the aisles looking at the various stalls and secretly admiring all those women who had let their hair grow out, she spotted a woman she recognised from the road next to where she lived, but didn't know on a personal level.

In fact she'd seen her the day before at the store and admired this tall slim woman with light ginger hair and noticed ginger-blonde hairs on both her arms and legs. Today as the woman walked past with the sun beaming on her, Hils again noticed her arm hairs shining. She had brief shorts on and also noticed hairs glinting on her thighs which she hadn't been able to see the day before, but to her shock, the legs below were now baby smooth, not a single stray hair putting up a defiant stand!

Hils then looked to the direction that her near neighbour had come from. There about a hundred yards away was the barber pole that Jen had mentioned. Intrigued and with butterflies in her tummy, Hils walked towards it. She kept telling herself she loved having hairy legs and she didn't want them shaved! She liked the way they shined in the sunshine, the breeze blowing through them, running her fingers through the soft hair and the way her lovers seemed to enjoy caressing them too. Shaved legs might feel nice for a few hours but then they get itchy and prickly, But, like a moth, she was drawn to the light, that was the Leg Barber's stall. She peeped in the doorway of the barber shop like the proverbial curious cat! No women were in there being shorn, but she did like what she saw! There was the infamous Leg Barber! Quite fit looking, lightly tanned, short hair and with some stubble, fittingly enough!

Hairy Hils told herself to pull herself together and forget any crazy ideas she was entertaining. She did walk off, watched another band for 30 minutes before having another beer and after debating with herself decided to give it a go. She loved new experiences and she knew her leg hair always grew back quickly, so what the heck, give the leg shaving experience a go!

As Hils entered she was feeling almost sick with nerves but relaxed as the Leg Barber gave her a big warm smile.

"Hi, welcome to the Leg Barber! I promise you a relaxing, sensual experience and that you'll leave with beautiful, smooth legs! Ten dollars for clean-shaven lower legs and as an optional extra, for another five dollars, thighs shaved to either half or three-quarters. I don't do the top part for public events!"

Hils nervously retorted, "Umm, umm..., well maybe I'll go for the full experience for $15. Hope I don't regret it!"

Smiling broadly the Leg Barber said, "You'll have no regrets! You'll leave here a

new woman with amazing legs that will floor all the guys. They're a great shape- just need to remove all that fur to define them!"

Hils said defensively, "I do actually like my hairy legs and think they're fine! Also the guys I date seem to appreciate them. But I do want to try this new experience,-just to see what it's like!"

Undeterred, the Leg Barber said, "That's fine! Let's remove your sandals and put your legs up here by the sink."

Holding Hil's left ankle he ran his fingers through the dense fine hair. "Pretty hairy, eh? Been a little while since they've seen a razor!" he muttered!

A little more relaxed, Hils responded, "A little while? It's been about 12 years since I last shaved them. To be honest I never expected to see them without their fur coat again!"

Laughing, the Leg Barber picked up the shower head and started running water over Hil's hairy calves. When the hair was wet it appeared much darker than normal and with the hairs flattened her legs looked really hairy with intricate patterns as the water ran off. Mike, the Leg Barber, then put some shaving soap into the palms of his hands and firmly rubbed the soap into the furry legs; hairs sticking out in all directions!

"Ready?" as Mike picked up a straight blade.

"Guess as ready as I'll ever be!" gulped Hils

Mike started carefully with the sharp blade and slowly shaved off the long hairs around her ankle and above her heel where the hair was particularly thick and long, being careful not to cut those areas normally cut by novices. As Hils relaxed he then began the first long stroke with the sharp blade, scything away the abundant fuzz as he glided the razor toward her knee. Cascades of long dark wet hair in thick matted clumps were falling into the now hairy sink below.