My Favorite Pits..... Or Are They?
by Mr. Chain

I spent the entire weekend with the image of Madeleine's armpit embedded in my brain. No matter what I did or how hard I tried to get my mind off of it, that deep, wet, luscious underarm just wouldn't get out of my head. So when Monday finally arrived, I was anxious to get to the gym in anticipation of seeing it once again. But this time, seeing it just wouldn't be enough. I knew that I had to figure out a way to not only see it, but also to touch it.

With not other appointments that day, I decided to arrive at the gym at 8:00 PM, a full hour and a half before our scheduled session. I planned to get in a good, hard work-out for myself before she would arrived and I put her through the paces. But as I walked into the gym, what I saw in front of me made me forget all about Madeleine, at least for the time being.

While walking into the men's locker room, I noticed Ashleigh walking out of the women's. Ashleigh was one of the aerobics instructors, and she specialized in the kick boxing classes. We had flirted for the past few months, and my goal was to get her in bed, a goal I hoped to be approaching rapidly.

Ashleigh was a gorgeous, 25 year old blonde, with a perfect body and gorgeous face. She had toned her physique to as near perfection as possible. With perfect, pert tits and erect nipples, she was one of a kind. I walked over and we started to chat. She had just arrived herself and was looking for a partner to work-out with, so being the gentleman that I am, I offered to join her. Besides the enjoyment of watching her lithe frame in action, I also knew that she would push me to my limits.

I changed and a few minutes later, we hit the equipment. What I discovered right away was that, besides enjoying the sight of her, I also began to study her armpits, and compare them to Madeleine's. It probably wasn't a fair comparison, since Ashleigh was about half Madeleine's age and in much better shape, but the competition between the two was a stimulating idea. What I noticed right away was that there was a huge difference, though I still wasn't sure which was better.

Ashleigh not only had blonde hair, but she also had blonde skin, a sort of peachy yellow color which made you want to rub your face up against it. It was flawless, firm and incredibly soft looking. So with such great skin and such a great body, I looked forward to he first glimpse of her armpit. It did not disappoint me either as she lifted her arms to press some weights over her head. It was deep, the skin beneath her arm firm and a beautiful color. She wore a powder blue sports bra, which helped accentuate the area even more. I stared steadily at her underarms as she continued her set, Ashleigh to intently concentrating to notice.

As the time passed, she began to work up a sweat, adding to her armpits allure. I was captivated by it, by also anxious to compare it to Madeleine's. Though I was obviously physically attracted to Ashleigh overall, I was only interested in Madeleine for her succulent pits, so I grew more and more curious to see how that particular part of their bodies would stack up against each other.

As our work-out wound down, it was almost as if Ashleigh had read my mind, asking me to give her a hand doing some chin ups. We walked over to the chin up bar and I gave her a lift in order for her to reach up and grab it. By now she had worked up a good sweat, so her armpits were wet and shiny as began to do her chin ups. I was engrossed in the sight of her underarms, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Madeleine walk into the gym. My heart began to beat faster as I anticipated the show down between the two.

Madeleine waved to me, and I nodded back before turning my attention back to Ashleigh, who had just completed her twelfth chin up. She did three more before asking for my assistance in getting down. As I reached up to grab her ribs, I couldn't help but notice a slight pout on Madeleine's face, almost as if she were upset about me being with Ashleigh. I shrugged it off as she descended into the locker room while Ashleigh and I went to get a drink of water. A few minutes later, Madeleine emerged, wearing the same black, tank top body suit as usual. She walked over sheepishly, as if afraid to interrupt us. I got up, shook her hand and then introduced her to Ashleigh.

"Nice to meet you Madeleine.", Ashleigh said before turning to me. "Is she one of your clients?" she then asked me.

I nodded, prompting her to turn back to Madeleine. "Be careful of this guy, he'll work you hard."

"Tell me about it!" Madeleine replied, looking as if she felt like she was intruding.

"I'm going to go and start out on the treadmill for a little while, is that okay?" she asked me.

Ashleigh jumped up and smiled, "That's great, how about I join you Madeleine?"

Madeleine was surprised by the offer, but nodded timidly. It was obvious that she intimidated by Ashleigh, and perhaps even a little jealous. The three of us walked over to the treadmills, and Ashleigh hopped on one, pointing for Madeleine to use the one next to her.

"How long should we go Madeline?" Ashleigh asked innocently, leaving Madeleine with her mouth open.

"Um, I'm not sure." She replied nervously, looking to me for guidance. But before I could answer, Ashleigh offered her suggestion.

"What do you say we just do 15 minutes so you can get warmed up?"

Madeleine looked scared at the answer, remembering how difficult it was for her to complete 15 minutes just the previous week. But now she was side bys side with another woman, almost as if the two were in competition, and knowing Madeleine, she wouldn't back down. So the two set the timers on their treadmills to 15 minutes and began to jog.

I walked over to the front desk, which had a perfect view of the two of them on their treadmills. The manager was there, and we began to talk. After a few more minutes, he looked around the gym and commented about how everyone else had left. I told him I'd be happy to lock up for him, and he agreed. A few minutes later, he was out the door, leaving me alone with the two jogging women. I locked the door behind him and went back in to see how they were doing.

About 12 minutes had passed, and I could see that Madeleine was struggling. She was breathing heavily and the sweat had begun to drip from her face. I smiled at the thought of that perspiration building beneath her arms, and watched as she labored to keep pace. Ashleigh, meanwhile was not only keeping pace, but she had increased her speed and was now in a full sprint. Madeleine glanced over at her, panic in her eyes. I could tell that she didn't want to give in, letting Ashleigh show her up, but at the same time, it looked like she was about to pass out. I decided it was time to give her a break, so I suggested we get to the rest of our work-out, and she quickly slowed the pace of her machine before grabbing the bar and letting her head drop in front of her. As it did, a few drops of sweat dripped to the floor below her as her back heaved from her heavy breathing. Ashleigh stopped her treadmill too, but as she grabbed a towel and was about to say her good-byes, I came up with an idea.

"Before you go Ashleigh, I was wondering if you could give me a hand showing Madeleine your technique on the Lat Pulldowns."

Madeleine looked at me in shock, but Ashleigh anxiously agreed, spryly walking over to the apparatus with Madeleine trudging reluctantly behind her, and me following them both. Ashleigh took her seat on the bench, set the weight and then reached up and spread her arms apart before grabbing the bar, revealing her beautiful armpits once again. Setting herself, she then began to begin her instructions.

"This is a great exercise for women Madeleine, because it not only helps to stretch your body, but it also strengthens your back and helps to tone your arms. The key is to let your arms stretch as high as you can before you pull the bar down." Ashleigh explained.

As she stretched her arms up over her head, I saw the opening I had been waiting for, and jumped on it. Standing alongside Ashleigh, with Madeleine watching us both, I moved my hand closer to Ashleigh's left armpit, and began my speech.

"The key, Madeleine, is to feel the stretch right here." I instructed, while sticking my finger into the back of Ashleigh's armpit. I poked it deeply into her wet underarm, and felt instant gratification. Her skin was as soft as it looked, and with her arms stretched, her armpit was as deep as it could possibly be. There was not a hint of stubble as I ran my finger down the back of Ashleigh's armpit to highlight the entire area. Her skin was taut, not yielding at all to my poking. I tried to hang on for as long as I could, but after about 5 seconds, I knew that I had better back off, or risk being caught.

Ashleigh did not flinch from my touch, continuing with the exercise as I pulled my hand back. She pulled down on the bar, completing an entire set while voicing further instructions to Madeleine as she did. Madeleine looked on intently, but with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Ashleigh released the bar and stood up, instructing Madeleine to take her seat, which she did, stretching her arms over her head and spreading them apart while grabbing hold of the bar.

"Maybe you should try a lighter weight at first Madeleine, it will be easier for you.", suggested Ashleigh.

But Madeleine's expression turned from intimidated to gritty determination as she set herself before responding.

"I think I can handle it." she replied, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I began to stare down at her, entranced by my first view of the most luscious region of Madeleine's body. I immediately moved in, not wanting to miss the opportunity to get my first contact with the image I had been dreaming of all weekend.

"Okay, is that's what you want. Now try and let your arms stretch as high as you can Madeleine." Ashleigh instructed, much to my delight.

Standing alongside of Madeleine, I then moved my hand closer before poking my fingers into the back of her arm. I started just below her elbow before slowly sliding my fingers down the back of her arm, approaching her deep, wet underarm.

"You should feel the stretch all the way from here....." I began, allowing my fingers to slide further down the back of her slick arm until they were submerged into the upper regions of her armpit. Unlike with Ashleigh's, Madeleine's soft skin yielded to my added pressure as I immersed the tips of my fingers into the middle of her underarm. I was completely aroused at the touch of it, my fingertip now engulfed by her yielding armpit as I slid them further down until I reached the bottom of the succulent area. "to here.....", I concluded, allowing my fingers to sink in deeper, keeping them bathed in the sweaty skin for several more seconds.

As I did however, Madeleine began to giggle softly, obviously tickled by my touch. The laughter was cute, and encouraged me to dig my fingers in even deeper for a few more seconds of enjoyment before I slowly and unwilling removed them. As I stepped back, Ashleigh gave me a curious look, almost as if she knew what I was doing. By now, Madeleine had stopped giggling and began her first repetition.

She pulled with all of her strength, her face gnarled in a grimace as she struggled to get the bar down. Ashleigh looked at me again and smiled wryly before turning her attention back to Madeleine. Noticing how much Madeleine was struggling, Ashleigh shook her head as if to say to her, "I told you so."

But Madeleine, if nothing else, was a determined woman. She grunted, groaned and struggled, but was able to complete five repetitions before finally relenting and letting go of the bar. It was obvious to all of us that the weight Ashleigh had managed so easily, was too much for Madeleine to work with. But none of us said a word as Ashleigh stepped forward, looking at both of us.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two along. Nice to meet you Madeleine!", she said, before walking off into the women's locker room.

Madeleine meanwhile was breathing heavily from the exertion of trying to pull on a weight much too heavy for her. I looked down at her and tried to begin a conversation.

"I hope you don't mind that I asked Ashleigh over. I just thought it would be a good idea for you to see the technique of another woman." Madeleine looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, a drop of sweat dripping down each of her cheeks.

"I don't mind. But next time maybe it won't need to be a beautiful 25 year old, who makes me old, fat and out of shape." She replied, before grabbing a towel and burying her face in it to dry off.

It was then that I began to realize how different men are from women. There was obviously a little bit of a rivalry Madeleine felt toward Ashleigh, and she didn't try to hide it either. It was almost as if Madeleine felt like she and Ashleigh were in competition, a competition Madeleine had no chance of winning. But that got me to thinking. If I were to take just the armpits of the two of them, whose would I choose. Sure, Ashleigh was the obvious choice overall, but if I separated their armpits from the rest of their bodies, whose would I choose? I began the debate inside my head as Madeleine prepared to begin her second set.

My thoughts on the matter would have to wait however as Madeleine again stretched her arms up over her head. With the weight now lighter,, she stretched as high as she could, and as I stared down at them, I just couldn't resist another touch. So I moved in and darted my fingertips into her armpit with no hesitation.

"Now remember, you need to feel the stretch right in here!", I advised, the tips of my fingers alive with the sensation of her supple skin. Madeleine again began to giggle, to which I replied merrily, "A bit ticklish, are we?".

She did not reply, but I used the remark as an opportunity to massage the entire region. When she began to laugh harder, I knew it was time to stop. I pulled my hand away, allowing her to begin the exercise again, though her face was now red. She struggled through another set, even with the lighter weight, before setting the bar down. She took a few deep breaths, but then turned to me and smiled.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you have a thing for my armpits!", Madeleine joked, not realizing how accurate she really was. But I didn't hesitate to test the waters.

"And why not?", I began, "You do have beautiful armpits!"

Madeline blushed, smiling widely as she wiped her face in her towel. Jus then, Ashleigh emerged from the women's locker room and shouted good night to both of us before leaving the gym.

"I'm going to go lock up, I'll be right back", I told Madeleine, before doing just that.

The two of us were now all alone, just as I had planned it. But instead of focusing all of my thoughts on Madeleine's underarms, the thought of a contest between the two women further intrigues, so I spent the next hour debating it inside my head.

I came to the conclusion that they were very close, though each had it's own unique qualities. Ashleigh had the advantage in terms of firmness and fitness. The muscles surrounding her armpit were taut and lean. Madeleine had the advantage in terms of the softness of her skin, and though her muscles were not taut, the softness of her skin helped to even that out.

Next was the depth of the area. Ashleigh had a very taut Lat muscle, which runs along the back of the armpit. As such, it allowed her underarm to be very deep in the back. Madeleine's Lat was not well developed, but because she had a larger chest, the overall depth was about the same. In addition, Madeleine had a heavier arm, making her armpit wider, simply due to the additional girth. While that did help to make it a larger area, it wasn't as taut, so again it was a close call.

Next was hygiene, a tough call. Both women took good care of their personal hygiene, there was no question about that. So it was almost unfair to judge the two, since I had worked Madeleine into a soaking sweat on each occasion we worked-out. But even though she would perspire heavily, I never noticed a strong odor being emitted form beneath her arms. Sure, there was an occasional and very slight hint of perspiration, but it was never unpleasant. Ashleigh, on the other hand, was perspiring heavily too tonight. But what was unique about her was that, not only didn't any unpleasant odor emanate from her, contrarily, she always seemed to smell good!

Finally came the issue of hair removal, a big issue for me. Neither one had any trace of hair, either by sight, or by touch. Ashleigh looked like a hair had never grown in the region, an obvious and clear advantage. But Madeleine was so diligent in her hair removal, especially being a brunette, that she deserved credit for that as well.

I debated back and forth for quite some time, and could not reach a conclusion. I had thought the Madeleine's armpit could not be beat, since it was her armpit, after all, which aroused this interest inside of me in the first place. But she had faced a tough challenge in Ashleigh's underarm, and I began to think that Madeleine might have lost her crown tonight. But I wasn't giving up on her yet, so I began to work her even harder, doing whatever I could to keep her arms in the air so I could study her.

We finally concluded that work-out, and Madeleine was as tired as she had ever been since we began to work together. We walked over toward the desk, but she stopped, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me toward the chin up bar.

"Oh no Madeleine, not tonight. I really put you through the ropes tonight, so no chin ups. You get the night off from doing any."

But she looked back at me with a fierce stare. "Do you mind if I ask you a question? How many chin ups did Ashleigh do?"

I hesitated, thinking that it was an unfair question. But judging by the look in her eye, she was going to demand an answer. "Ashleigh did 15 chin ups.", I replied.

I watched as Madeleine's chin hit the floor, but she recovered quickly. "Well, if she can do 15, then I guess I can do at least one."

I knew it wasn't going to happen, no matter how hard she tried. She just wasn't in good enough shape yet to be able to do a chin up, plain and simple. I was even worried that once she discovered that, it might demoralize her. But I saw that I couldn't talk her out of it, so reluctantly, I helped lift her sweaty body up until she grabbed hold of the bar. As she looked down at me, she adjusted her grip, and then made a bold statement.

"No matter what happens, I'm not getting down until I do one, complete chin up!"

I sighed, knowing that she would eventually let go in disappointment. She started, pulling as hard as she could, even though her body barely moved. Since there was nothing I could do to help, I figured I might was well enjoy the scenery, so I stood back and stared into her deep, concave, wonderful underarms. After about a minute had passed, she was making no progress, whatsoever, other than frustrating herself. Her face had begun to tremble, as did her arms and eventually, her entire body. It was time for me to intervene, so I came up with a way to let her off the hook, while at the same time, enjoying myself.

I walked in front of her, and with a quick jerk, I thrust the fingers from each of my hands into the depths of her underarms. She began to squirm and giggle, but refused to let go, so I tickled her in more, enjoy every second of it. Her soft, wet skin squished in my fingertips as I delved deeply into her pliant skin. Her laughter increased, as did her squirming, until finally she could take no more, and let go of the bar.

She landed on her feet and instantly covered her armpits as I backed away, smiling. My fingers were wet with her perspiration, and as she bent forward to let out the last of laughing, I brought them to my nose and sniffed, enjoying the aroma. Much to my amazement, the smell was almost like an aphrodisiac, and I felt aroused as I sniffed it in. A few seconds later, she straightened up, still smiling. I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and we were both the better for it.

"I guess you really do a thing for my underarms!", Madeleine joked.

"Like I told you already, I think they're beautiful!" I replied, but this time, with a straight face.

Madeleine noticed my seriousness and stopped laughing, her cheeks blushing as she realized I wasn't kidding.

"Are they as nice as Ashleigh's?", she asked sheepishly, putting me on the spot.

I was stuck, and thought for a moment before answering. "Well, that would be a tough one, she is tough competition.", I replied, trying to keep the door open.

Madeleine smiled slyly, before bowing her head slightly and tilting it to the side. "Well, maybe I'll just have to figure out a way to make you change your mind.", she purred, locking her eyes on mine.

As we stared at each other, both of expressions blank, I began to think. Perhaps it wasn't fair to compare the two of them. After all, Ashleigh was about half Madeleine's age. But as I gazed into her eyes, sweat still dripping off of her face, I saw that familiar look of determination in her eyes, and looked forward to finding out what she had in mind. She then turned and walked into the locker room, leaving me to ponder her last remark.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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