It started as a joke. I saw this beautiful woman at the gym and pointed her out to a friend. He agreed. She was cute. But … she didn’t shave her armpits, so he immediately wrote her off, claiming it was disgusting. Of course, I could have launched into a who are you to decide what is socially acceptable for a woman to do with her body rant, but it was a lost cause — as most things are these days. People have made up their minds and will not and cannot be persuaded.
Anyway, from that moment on, we had ourselves a little inside joke. I’d point to a woman and say, “She’s just your type. She shaves her armpits.”
Soon, though, I found myself oddly mesmerized by them. They were like a public glimpse into an otherwise private world. I guess that’s how kinks develop. Innocent at first, but then … it’s all you can think of. I found myself checking women out everywhere I went. When they’d lean back, arching to stretch or yawn, I’d lean forward, try to catch a glimpse of their armpits.