Karen
by Mr. Chain

There was one word used to describe Karen, a word I have heard used to describe her by almost every woman I knew in the gym, and that word was BITCH! Working as a personal trainer, I get to know most of the women who work out in my gym, but Karen was one who had alluded me. She was cute, no, I guess you would call her pretty. Thin, with an attractive face, not much of an ass, but possessing a great rack! In fact, because she was so thin, the fact that her chest was so big, made it even more obvious.

Karen was a yuppie, no doubt about it, and I think that was part of the problem. She sort of raised her nose at most of the women in the gym, choosing to keep to herself rather than make friends. In fact, some of the women told me that they had tried to be friendly with her, but she blew them off, helping her to earn her reputation amongst them. I had noticed her before, obviously admiring her tits, but also because of her aloofness. She usually wore a simple, navy blue, tank top leotard with a pair of gym shorts to work out. Nothing adventurous, in fact quite understated. But what I also noticed was that whenever I saw her come into the gym, before she changed, she was always wearing a sleeveless top. And with my admiration for the female armpit, I admired that.

So when I saw Karen, who typically did aerobic exercises combined with some very light weightlifting, struggling to bench press some heavy weight, I rushed over. She was at the end of her set, and really agonizing to get one last repetition pressed into the air. I stood over her and didn't lift the weight for her, but rather helped guide it up, using the opportunity to study her deep, soft armpits. Finally she successfully completed the rep as I then helped to guide the bar back into the support so that she was safe.

As she took a deep breath before sitting up on the bench, I was curious to see what her reaction would be. I was pleasantly surprised to find her thankful and very gracious. We began to chat, and after a couple of minutes, she lifted her arms over her head, rolling the back of her hair into a ponytail in order to push it back behind her ears. Naturally, I used the opportunity to gaze into her armpits once again, and liked what I saw.

Karen had nice skin, a pinkish skin tone with a nice soft look to it. Her large chest helped to add depth to her armpits, so that combined with her healthy skin color attracted me to them immediately. She immediately sensed that I was staring beneath her arms, but rather than shy away, it seemed to make her more interested in me. In fact, she kept her arms up over her head for an unusually long period of time, so I continued to stare until she finally lowered them. We continued to talk, and developed a nice chemistry between us. I told her that I had just finished working out, and asked her if she wanted to go get a cup of coffee or something. She told me that she didn't drink coffee, but asked if I'd like to go back to her place to talk some more. Not one to miss an opportunity, I readily accepted.

She lived pretty close to the gym, so it was s short walk. But even so, our conversation grew more intimate with each block, and before long, we were getting pretty personal. I asked her why she had no friends at the gym, and she didn't hesitate to label the women she had met there as a "bunch of pumped up bimbos". I was surprised at her bluntness, but was surprised even more at her next remark.

"So, you seem to have a fascination with my armpits, am I right?"

I was stunned at first, never having been confronted so bluntly by a woman I barely knew. But it was also a unique opportunity, so I dove right in.

"Yes, I am fascinated with your armpits. I was wondering if they felt as good as they looked."

She smiled back at me with a devilish grin, grabbing my hand and pulling me along as we reached her building. She pulled me up two stories of stairs until we reached her apartment door. We had not spoken a word since my revelation, but it was not an awkward silence. She seemed anxious to get inside, and her eagerness only aroused me even more. Finally she pushed the door open and directed me onto the sofa as she walked into the kitchen.

She emerged a minute or two later with a cold beer for me and a bottle of water for her. Sitting on the sofa, I leaned forward, but after placing the beverages down on the coffee table, she stepped right in front of me, pushing me gently back into the sofa before straddling me with her legs and sitting down on my lap.

I was astonished at her forwardness, but even more amazed at what was yet to come. Sliding up my lap, she moved in close, pressing her chest up against my chin while raising her arms in the air. Her armpits were now right at eye level, and moving closer toward my face with each passing second.

"So, here is your chance. Do they feel as good as they look?" she asked, arching her back as she leaned forward. I immediately plunged my face into the depths of her right armpit, burying my nose and mouth into the softness of her cavernous underarms.

She smelled delightfully sweet, even though she had just finished working out, and her skin felt even softer than it looked, like silk. I began to kiss her amazingly smooth skin, and within seconds, my tongue was lapping up the entire region. Karen began to moan, her head falling backward as I licked her entire armpit, taking soft bites out of it along the way. After a few minutes, I pulled my face away, only to bury it into her left armpit as her body went limp, joyful moans filling her apartment.

I stuck my nose into the deepest section of her underarm, pressing it tightly against her skin while kissing it more forcefully. I could tell by her noises and the writhing of her body that she was loving it as much as I was, which made it even more arousing for me. After a few minutes, she began to fall backward, so I wrapped my arms around her, guiding her limp body down until it came to rest against the coffee table. With the back of her shoulders resting against the table, her arms fell over her head and toward the floor, so I squeezed out from under her, only to crawl onto the floor and position myself between her arms.

The recesses of her underarms were even more deep now, so I again buried my face into each one, sucking, sniffing, kissing and licking them for what seemed like an eternity. I then slid the straps of her leotard down toward her waist as her huge tits bounded out from beneath it, resting against the side of my cheeks as I continued to delve into the depths of her armpits. I moved my face all around the area, sucking on her tits and biting her nipples while pressing my fingers into the pliant skin in her armpits.

Finally, with my dick as hard as a rock, I moved back and slid my pants and underwear off and knelt in front of her. With Karen's head still hanging off of the table, she looked back at me, her view inverted as I began to place my dick into her left armpit. Going along with me, she lifted her arm so as to caress my dick between her arm and chest, allowing me to slide it back and forth within the confines of her armpit.

I gathered momentum as time went on, sliding it aggressively in and out of her underarm as Karen encouraged me, groaning my name out loud. After a few minutes, I switched arms, pulling my dick out of her left armpit, and placing into her right one. We repeated the maneuver over and over until finally I felt myself ready to explode. Within seconds of ejaculating, I pulled my dick out and pointed it directly at her upended face.

I began to spray my semen all over her face, but rather than back off, Karen opened her mouth and tried to swallow it, snapping like a dog trying to drink from a garden hose as I continued to climax on her face. Finally, after I was completely dry, I backed off, watching her as her face dripped with my semen, her armpits glistening under the lights. It was my first sexual experience with the female armpit, but as Karen smiled while lapping up the last of my cum, I was sure that it wouldn't be the last.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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