Hairy arms

I debated about writing this blog entry, wrestling with myself about "Too much information" and if anyone out there would really care. Finally I settled with "Fuck that! It's my blog and I want to record my thoughts!". So if this entry isn't for you, skip it. However I doubt I'm alone in this paticular fascination.

I like a hairy man. Chest, arms, legs it's all good for me. Personally I don't have nearly the body hair I'd like to have, but there are limited options about doing anything about that. However I do feel I have fairly hairy arms and legs. The hair is light, but full.

My husband and I were out to dinner last night, when we unexpectedly saw a group of our friends walk in the door. We happened to be sitting on an extra large booth, so invited them to join us. A straight couple with two kids. At the time we didn't have our kids with us, so it was three to a side at the booth.

The male half of the couple and I are great friends and bond on multiple levels. All of them are 100% ok with us being gay, and in fact he flirts teasingly with us all the time, as we do with him (he is HOT!).

He sat next to me and we all bunched up a bit so we'd have room at the benches. As we chatted and later our food arrived I tried to give him plenty of room to eat, but invariably our bare arms would pass by each other. His arms are even hairier than mine are, and very dark haired.

The feeling as our arm hair rubbed together was electric, like soft velcro almost, but not quite, making a connection. It aroused me instantly and I tried to ignore it. For a while I struggled to keep to my side and not let our arms touch, but he didn't seem to mind, so eventually I left my arm be comfortable and just enjoyed the connection.

My husband and I check out sexy guys together all the time and it's no big deal. We've even told our friend on various occasions how hot he is. But all of that is "from afar". Having this subtle and almost but not quite, touch, was a big thrill for me.

I imagined what it would be like to be shirtless next to him? (he shaves, but we'll go with the fantasy that he's let his chest hair grow out!) Close... but not touching, just close enough where with each breath our rising and falling chests almost touch, the hair just grazing one another. Nipples harden and reach for each other but not quite touch. The electricity of our sensations dancing invisibly between us.

Hot... but never to be. Maybe next time we'll both wear shorts and I'll see how the sensation of two hairy legs together might feel differently...

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr