Yea, it was a, not so beautiful, yet very friendly and accommodating chic whose family owned a winery . . and before I go much further, she was, in fact hot, it's just that she was a bit too au naturel for my liking.
If memory serves, she invited me up to her parents home, the parents were away in Europe or who knows where, needless to say, she was a horn dog who practically tackled me as I stepped in the front door . . . of course she was drunk being the daughter of winery owner. :o
Anyway cutting to the chase, her parents had an indoor hot tub built into a separate section of the house and we began screwing . . . until the stubble on her legs started spiking me :WTF: ? !! What was I gonna do ? Maybe say something and possibly hurt feelings or sit there like a fag, trying to concentrate about getting it up again . . . yea, no fun, huh ?
I finally broke down and informed her about her spikey, leg hair stubble and she laughed and wandered away for about ten minutes and returned with smooth surfaced legs. Still though, it was kinda tough keepin it up even after she took care of business.
I'm not kiddin you though, that fuckin hair she had was wire like.