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.
It’s not like you often get to see up a skirt or down a blouse. But armpits are almost always on display. At least in the summer. And with people checking out the obvious tits and ass, armpits seem a little more discreet.
I kept thinking of the woman at the gym with the hairy armpits. I wanted to say something, I just wasn’t sure it was appropriate. And what would I say, “Hey, I like your armpits?” If I was to say something, it would have to be something a obvious but discreet — “I really appreciate your confidence. It’s a good look on you.” She’ll know what I’m talking about and I won’t look like a creep. I’ll just be showing body positivity support. I also wondered if constant checking her out was making her self conscious. After all, she didn’t know I was thinking she was sexy. For all she thought, I was thinking, “What is it with women these days? That’s disgusting!”
“Hi,” I said one afternoon. The gym was quiet and she wasn’t wearing headphones.
“Hey,” she said.
“I see you in here a lot. I just … wanted to introduce myself. I’m Aron.”
“Chelsea,” she said, smiling. “I … actually … I’ve seen you here, too.”
“Oh?” I said. “I hope you don’t think … I hope you don’t think I’m being creepy, I just think you’re pretty.”
“Yeah?” She said, reaching both of her arms behind her to put her hair in a ponytail. I glimpsed.
“Anything in particular?” She asked, still holding her arms over her head.
I smiled.
“Maybe,” I said.
And so, we made plans to get dinner on Friday evening. She said she lived nearby and recommended the sushi place down the street from her apartment. I knew the place and said that sounded perfect. And so, at 7pm, on Friday, I waited for her on the corner. She came skipping down the street, smiling, waving. She was wearing a yellow sundress, which just made me melt. She had dark tanned skin and light brown hair. She had green eyes.
“Hey,” I said, hugging her. I kissed her on the cheek. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she said.
I took her hand in mine, which might have seemed gutsy, but it was only for a few seconds while we went inside and asked the host for a table on the patio.
“Right this way,” the host said.
Three hours passed. We ate, laughed, drank and then paid for the bill. A typical progressive, she insisted on splitting the check.
“Can I walk you home?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said.
We headed out and walked around the neighborhood, holding hands. Stuck at a red light, waiting for the walk signal, I looked at her and smiled. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss. But it was enough for me to want more. As she pulled back, I looked at her and grabbed her head and pulled her in for a deeper, longer kiss. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her deeper. She hummed as I squeezed her tightly against me.
“Where’s your apartment?” I asked, eager to get her upstairs.
“Too far,” she said. “Come with me.”
She grabbed my hand and together, we ran down the street. I knew exactly where she was taking me. There was an old park nearby, heavily wooded. She pressed me against a tree and began kissing me as her hands undid my belt and unzipped my pants. The sun had set. It was dark. A quiet neighborhood. No one was around.
“You’re a kinky guy?” She asked as she lowered herself onto my knees.
“What makes you ask?”
“You like my armpits. That’s … unusual. I get a lot of stares. Not a lot of smiles. Some scowls. But you … you like them. They make you hard, don’t they?”
I nodded as she put her mouth on my cock.
“What else do you like?” She asked as she licked my cock from the base to the tip.
“Right now?” I asked. “Right now I’m loving this. I love a hairy pussy.”
“Do ya?” She asked, lifting her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She had a thick bush. My cock throbbed. I pushed it back into her throat and locked eyes with her in the moonlight. She nodded, egging me on to go deeper. I pushed. Her eyes watered as I pushed myself all the way down her throat. Saliva ran out of her mouth. I smiled as I pushed myself in and out, fucking her mouth.
“I like sloppy blowjobs,” I said. “And piss.”
“Piss?” She said, yanking my cock from her throat. “Thank GOD. I’ve had to pee so bad.”
“Feel free,” I said.
She took me into her throat as she began to urinate into the ground. I couldn’t see anything, but just hearing the stream spray from her and puddle into the ground was enough for me. I fucked her mouth harder and harder.
“Let me fuck you,” I whispered.
She stood, pulled her skirt up and bent over, pressing her hands against the tree. I slipped into her with ease. Her pussy was incredibly tight. She was much younger than I was. I was 35. She could have been 23. Her pussy was like a suction cup, locking itself onto me. She was soaking wet, but so tight I could barely push myself into her.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I’ve got that good super tight suction cup pussy,” she giggled. “Lips that grip!!”
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered as I pulled myself out and then plunged back in. She moaned as she reached between her thighs with her right hand and rubbed her clit.
“You don’t mind, do you? If I help myself?”
“Please,” I said as I pumped in and out of her. She rubbed her clit and somehow, her tight pussy got even tighter.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “How does anyone fuck you for an extended period of time? You’re so fucking tight.”
“They don’t,” she giggled. “I am TIIIGHT!”
I was determined to last longer than just a few minutes. I pulled myself from her and took a second.
“Sit on my face,” I urged, getting on the ground.
She crawled over me, her tits over me. I grabbed them and squeezed as I ate her pussy. She came into my mouth, wet, dripping heavily.
“Mmmm,” she moaned.
And then, she crawled on her hands and knees, over me, presenting her ass to me.
I flipped over and buried my face into her asshole, licking it, eating it, fingering her sopping wet pussy. Two fingers. Then three. Just trying to stretch her out a little bit so I could fuck her a little longer.
“Fuckkkk,” she groaned as I ate her ass and fingered her pussy. “I’m gonna cum again.”
After she came for a 3rd or 4th time, I jammed my cock into her.
“Ah!” She shouted, digging her hands into the earth.
I fucked her hard, my pelvis slamming into her thick ass over and over and over. She grunted and groaned. Her lips were suction cups on my hard cock. I slid in and out with a little more ease, but without a condom on, I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Godddd,” she whispered.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked.
“I’m on the pill. Cum in me.”
I put my hands on her hips and shoved myself in and out as fast as I could. Sweat dripped from my forehead and onto the small of her back. She arched, leaning her head into the soil as I fucked her deeper and deeper until I couldn’t last another second.
“I’m gonna cum!” I grunted as I shot my load into her.
My cock pulsed and throbbed as every ounce of cum soaked her insides. She collapsed into a heap, her head and face on the soil, panting, gasping as my balls emptied inside of her.
I removed my grool covered cock from her cunt and stood in the darkness. She sat up and turned around, squatting over the soil. She took my still semi hard cock in her hand and licked her grool from it as my sperm emptied from her and into the earth.
“Jesus fucking Christ you’re beautiful,” I whispered.
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