Madeleine vs. Ashleigh..... Fantasy Becomes Reality!
by Mr. Chain

He had not been shy about divulging his armpit contest dream to both women, though the amount of detail he divulged varied by each women. Having begun to date Ashleigh causally, he filled her in on all the painstaking details, all of them except the outcome. To Madeline, he simply let her know that in his dream, her armpits went to head-to-head against Ashleigh's, though again, he refused to let her know the outcome. His strategy was to keep them both guessing, with the hope that their curiosity would eventually pay off. And his strategy was about to pay off.

The two women did not each other much, running into each other a couple of times at the gym, but that was about it. But the one thing that they both had in common was their admiration for him, though again, that varied by the woman.

Ashleigh, a very attractive aerobics instructor at the gym in which he too worked as a personal trainer, had grown very fond of him, and though not interested in a committed relationship, she nonetheless enjoyed his company. They were able to have a good time together, but with no strings attached, which is just what each wanted.

Madeline also cherished the relationship she had formed with him, but on a different level. In her late 40's, she had joined his gym about a year and a half after her husband passed away, hoping to get in shape in order to prepare for her return to the life of a single woman. He was assigned to her as her personal trainer, and over the two months they had been working together, she too grew very fond of him. Not only had he helped her to get in shape, but he also was very thoughtful, working hard to rebuild not only her body, but also her self esteem. In the process, Madeline had developed a bit of a crush on him, though she also realized that a relationship with him was a long shot, at best.

The circumstances which drew the two women together however, was that he had an unusual attraction to each of their armpits, a fact that he readily admitted. And based upon his revelation to each of them about his armpit contest dream, the two women were brought together by their desire to show their appreciation to him. The fact that neither knew who, in his dream, had won the contest, was also a motivation, though neither would admit it to the other.

With his 30th birthday quickly arriving, Ashleigh devised a plan to bring his fantasy to reality, but it would require Madeline to agree to her unusual request. So without his knowing it, Ashleigh decided to seek out Madeline, and propose her plan. She waited outside of the gym one evening, knowing that Madeline was inside, working out with him. After Madeline finished and walked out of the gym, Ashleigh made her move, confronting Madeline as she walked home.

The two began to talk, and after a short while, Ashleigh revealed her plan. Though Madeline was reluctant at first, she couldn't deny her secret desire to find out, once and for all, which one of them had the sexier armpits. Though she did not admit that to Ashleigh, she did admit to wanting to give him something special for his birthday, and this seemed to be just what he wanted. Ashleigh agreed, and the two discussed the details, agreeing on a plan of action. But rather than simply relay the result, I'll let him take it from here and describe exactly what happened.

I had made plans to hang out with Ashleigh on the Friday night before my 30th birthday, agreeing to meet her at her place at about 10:00 PM. I had a training session scheduled with Madeline for that evening, but when she cancelled at the last minute, I decided to get in a quick work-out on my own before meeting up with Ashleigh later.

I arrived at the gym at about 8:30, and was shocked to see both Ashleigh and Madeline on treadmills, right next to each other. As I walked toward them, they each raised both arms over their heads and greeted me with enthusiastic waves. They were obviously toying with me, since all four armpits were put on display for my enjoyment. I smiled back as I walked over, noticing that the gym was empty, except for the two of them, and the manager who sat behind the desk. Before I reached them however, the manager called me over, so I smiled at the two women, not sure of what was going on.

"Hey, since you're here, can you do me a favor and lock up tonight?" he asked.

I looked at him suspiciously, and then glanced back at the tow women, noticing each of them smiling widely while carefully studying the conversation I was having. But as soon as I turned around, the manager had already put his jacket on and was heading out the door.

"Lock the door behind me, will you?" he asked, before winking at me and laughing while closing the door behind him.

I knew something was up, and I was about to find out what. Madeleine and Ashleigh then walked over, each grabbing an arm and escorting me into the locker room. I was still in shock, but decided to go along without a fight as they pulled me into the locker area, locking the door behind us.

I knew that the two women barely knew each other, so I turned to Ashleigh and gave her a funny look, hoping she would clue me in, but to no avail. Next I turned to Madeline, giving her the same look, but she just smiled back at me. They then sat me down on a chair as they each took a few steps back, finally ready to tell me what was going on. Ashleigh started first, her devious smile exciting me.

"I wanted to get you something special for your 30th birthday, so I tried to think of what you might really enjoy. After giving it some thought, I remembered how much you lit up when telling me about your dream, so I decided to meet up with Madeline and see if we could bring your fantasy to reality!"

My eyes opened wide as I couldn't believe my ears, but then Madeline spoke up, and I knew I was in for a treat.

"You have been so good to me, that when Ashleigh asked me if I wanted to do this, I couldn't say no. So we compared notes and came up with the idea of recreating your dream for you, right here, right now!"

I was completely flabbergasted, but completely aroused by the prospect of what was about to happen. If they could actually pull this off, it would be the best gift I had ever received, so I decided to sit down, shut up, and let them take over.

Ashleigh began, explaining how the contest would work, and I listened intently, a stupid smile stretched across my face.

"If I remember correctly, there are four rounds to the contest; look, feel, smell and taste; and each round is worth 25 points. Correct?"

I nodded fastidiously, not saying a word, as Madeline then took over.

"Well we're going to do this the same way. After each round, one of us will escort you into the other room, where you will record the scores, okay?"

Again I nodded obediently, waiting to see what was next as Ashleigh continued the instructions.

"Okay then, are you ready?"

I didn't utter a word, instead remaining in my seat and just nodding. Then, without warning, the lights went out, and the room was pitch black, I couldn't see a thing, but within seconds, the bean from a flashlight shone onto a succulent armpit, just a few feet away from me. I stayed in my seat studying it, not sure which woman it belonged to. The light shone on the armpit for about 20 seconds or so, before it went off, leaving the room in complete darkness once again. But just a few seconds later, the beam pointed to another armpit, the same distance from where I was sitting. Again I stared at it, soaking it all in.

The two were obviously different, though each was beautiful in it's own right. I again studied it, calculating a score in my head before the beam went off once again. Finally two beams then shone on the door leading to the other room, and I was told to get up and walk into the other room, which I did. Once inside the door closed behind me, and I was faced with a blackboard. The board was broken down into two columns, the first marked Contestant #1, and the second marked contestant #2. The columns were then split into four rows, each marked with a word, SIGHT, FEEL, SMELL, TASTE. With the door still closed, Ashleigh yelled from the other round, instructing me to record my scores in the SIGHT row.

. They had done such a good job, that I had no idea which armpit belonged to which women. But as instructed, I debated my scoring, faced with a difficult decision. If I were to mark my scores honestly, and should one of the women score much higher than the other, I ran the risk of upsetting the loser, something I desperately did not want to do.

On the other hand, I had an overwhelming desire to see the true results. So in order to satisfy both my curiosity while at the same time remaining considerate of their feelings, I decided to put the initial scores down with total honesty, but then adjust them should it be necessary. So giving some deep thought and deliberation to each, I finally decided upon the scores for the first round and recorded them on the blackboard.

After a few more seconds, Madeline yelled in, telling me to put on the mask which hung from the corner of the blackboard. I looked up and was stunned to see a mask hanging right in front of me. As instructed, I slipped it over my eyes and was completely blinded. Madeleine then yelled in once again, asking if the mask was on. When I told her that it was, I heard the door open once again, and I was escorted back into the other room.

Pulled gently inside, I was left standing there as I felt one of them grab my hand and raise it up until my fingers were placed up against a smooth, soft mass of skin. I began to push, prod and stroke my hand around the armpit, enjoying the chance to touch it. I was given plenty of time to study it before my arm was pulled away, only to be lifted once again, my fingers placed on another soft, fleshy patch of skin. I did the same, poking and caressing it with my fingers, wallowing in my good fortune.

Finally, after having ample time to reach a conclusion, I was again escorted back into the other room before the door was closed behind me. I was instructed to take the mask off, record my scores and then slip the mask back on, indicating when I was ready.

As I wrote the scores down, I realized that each of the first two phases, while thoroughly enjoyable, were not necessarily new experiences for me. After all, I had studied the image of these armpits for the past few weeks, so the SIGHT round wasn't anything new. And I had even been fortunate enough to touch each before, though not quite as casually nor thoroughly as I had done here.

The remaining two rounds however, were both going to be new experiences for me. I have never actually sniffed either of their armpits, nor any women's armpit for that matter. And I certainly had never tasted an armpit before either, so I was very anxious to delve into these new experiences, very aroused by the prospect of entering into new territory. With a deep breath and wide smile, I indicated that I was ready for round three!

I heard the door open and felt the slight tug on my arm as I was accompanied into the next room, this time being led into a chair. I made myself comfortable, waiting for what was to come. But before anything happened, one of them explained the rules for this round.

"In this round you get to sniff both of us, aren't you the lucky one?"

They both snickered, obviously amused at my desire to breathe in the aroma of their underarms.

"So just sit back, keep your hands on the chair and your mouth closed."

Being the obedient judge, I gave the familiar nod before feeling a soft armpit inch closer to my face. Finally, I could sense it being close before I felt it touch up against the tip of my nose. I instinctively leaned back for a moment, but then eased forward, burying my nose into the soft flesh. It was a completely intoxicating experience for me, having the opportunity to, unabated, shove my nose into a woman's armpit, though I did not know to whom it belonged. Nevertheless, I was not shy, poking my nose into every region of the fleshy pocket, sniffing like a hound, and loving every minute of it.

After a few more seconds, I felt it pull away, a lousy feeling I must admit. But that lousy feeling was replaced by utter joy when the second armpit was whisked under my nose, allowing me to once again, whiff to my heart's content. I would have loved to have seen their reactions as I breathed deeply, inhaling every last odor which emanated from their underarms, but I was much to busy enjoying it to dwell on that. Finally, after the allotted time, I felt it back away, and soon after, I was helped up and walked back into the other room, where I removed my mask.

I could still feel the dampness on face from the bit of perspiration which each armpit possessed, but even more delightful, I still had the intermingled scents in my nose. Walking over to the board, I thought about each, and then recorded my scores. I tried not to total them up so far, trying to avoid the inevitable comparison, but as I looked at the three numbers in each column, one of them was beginning to mount a fairly substantial lead. But before I could let me mind linger, I slipped the mask back on and indicated that I was ready for the taste test. For the last time, I was lead back into the other room and eased down into the chair, as they took the opportunity to address me once again.

"Okay, this is the last round, and I'll bet you wish we had stopped already!"

They both snickered nervously, obviously uneasy with having me lick their armpits. But I tried to be tactful, while at the same time letting them know how much I was looking forward to tasting them.

"This is going to be better than Thanksgiving dinner!"

I heard them both laugh, then there was a few moments of silence before finally I smelled an armpit moving closer, until finally it was pressed up against my lips. Slowly, I kissed it, then gradually pushed my tongue forward between my lips, softly stroking it up the soft skin. I could feel her back away and tense up, uneasy with the feeling of having her armpit licked. I tried to be sensitive, kissing and licking slowly, but finally decided to take a good old fashioned slurp!

The taste was nothing like I had ever experienced before, and as the armpit backed away, I rolled my tongue inside of my mouth, savoring the flavor. In an unexpected twist, I was then handed a glass of water and told to take a drink, I guess to cleanse my palate for the next entrée. I obeyed, and then put my head back, waiting for the next course.

As I felt it press up against me, I repeated the process, first delivering a soft kiss, and then gradually licking up from the bottom. Once again, she backed away and I felt her skin tightened, the same way the first woman had done. I tried to ease into it, but the taste was so appealing that I couldn't help but dive right in, sticking my tongue as far out as I could in order to get every last taste bud into the action. Before I could finish, the skin backed away, and I was left with my tongue hanging out of my mouth, much to my chagrin.

Finally, I was helped up on both sides and walked into the other room, the door closing behind me. Walking toward the blackboard, I covered the rows above so as not to let them influence my scoring for the last round. But regardless, there was a clear winner in this round, as there had been in all of the previous rounds, so I marked accordingly. After writing the numbers down, I backed away to look at the final scores, deciding to relive each score, round by wonderful round.

For the first round, I gave the first armpit a score of 23. It was a thing of beauty to behold, deep, soft looking and with a nice shimmer to it. The only thing preventing to from a perfect score was that it was not as deep as the second. Speaking of the second armpit, it received a perfect score of 25. It was not only deep, but it's color, soft appearance and nice curves were a work of art.

In the second first round, the touching round, I gave the first contestant a score of 19. I remembered how soft that armpit was and how smooth, with no trace of stubble whatsoever. But it also felt a little clammy and spongy. The skin yielded to my touch, more than I expected, and the lack of firmness and moisture resulted in a lower score. For contestant number two I recorded a score of 24, and fondly remembered why. Her skin was also smooth as silk, but much drier and much more firm. Her skin yielded to the touch, but bounced back nicely as I dug my fingertips into it. It was as close to perfect as I could have imagined.

I moved to the third round, the sniffing round, and remembered the score for the first armpit. This was where the result of the contest started to become apparent. I gave the first armpit a score of 17, mostly due to the fact that it had to odor you would expect form an armpit. It had the scent of perspiration, though not in an overpowering way, but enough so that I felt a hint of disappointment that it was not more fragrant. Don't get me wrong, I love the natural smell of a woman, but when compared to the second armpit, it took a backseat. The second armpit had a whiff of perspiration as well, but it was combined with a subtle hint of sweetness. This woman had a touch of perfume somewhere near her armpit, and though just slight, it was enough to make the experience a memorable one. For this round, the second armpit again received a perfect score of 25.

Finally, in the last round, the taste seemed to go hand in hand with the smell. The first armpit tasted a bit tart and tangy, sort of a citrus flavor, like pineapple, orange and grapefruit mixed together. It was very pleasant, but once again, could not compare to it's rival. As a result, I gave it a score of 16. The second armpit had a delicious sweetness to it, again a sort of a citrus-based flavor, though without the grapefruit. It was surprisingly sweet, and left me wanting to lick it for hours. With that in mind, I again gave it a perfect score of 25.

So after reliving each round, I totaled up the scores, with the first armpit receiving a total of 75 points, while the second received a score of 97. It was a landslide, with armpit number two coming close to a perfect score, while the first armpit received merely a passing grade. I was pretty surprised at how far apart the scores were, since I had admitted both women's armpits dearly.

But next came time to adjust the scoring so that I would not hurt either woman's feelings. I went to the scores for the first woman, and began to adjust the scores, round by round. I decided to leave the score of 23 for the first round, since that was close to perfection. For the second round, I knew that I had to increase the score, so I added a few points, raising the total to 22, pretty generous I thought. The last two rounds were the biggest disparity, so I needed to make some adjustments. For the smell round, a score of 17 was change to 20 in order to try and keep her scores at 20 or above. I couldn't make this round too close, since there was obviously a clear winner. And finally, the taste test. While I again needed to add, I couldn't add too much, so decided again on a 20, bringing the adjusted total score to 85.

Looking back, there was still a 12 point difference between the two, so I knew that I had to bring them closer, or risk an embarrassing result. So I decided to make the first round even closer, raising the first armpits score to 24, a virtual tie, though I knew in my head that it wasn't. I added another point to the second round, and that brought her total score to 87, much more generous than I had been originally. So with a final score of 97 to 87, I left the scores the way they were, and announced that I was finished. They shouted back that I should cover the scores, leaving only the headings for the two columns, so I placed a piece of cardboard over the scores, and opened the door.

I was dying to know which woman belonged to which armpit, and who had won my affections with the near perfect underarm. I initially though Ashleigh belonged to the winner, but as I thought more about it, Madeline seemed to have a certain sweet smell to her, so perhaps she was to be the newly crowned armpit queen. I began to debate it in my head, but as they both walked in the room, the debate would soon be over.

I thanked them each, giving each a kiss, Madeline on the cheek and Ashleigh on the lips, for bringing my fantasy to reality, and told them how much I appreciated the gesture, and their sense of adventure. They each giggled, though I could sense that each wanted to win too. Finally, they walked forward to the board and spun it around so that I could not see who was writing on which column. Once each of them had written her name on top of the column which represented her scores, they spun the board around and pulled off the cardboard.

On top of column one, the name Madeline was written, and on top of column number two was the feminine script of Ashleigh. I stared at each of them to gauge their reactions, and watched as Madeline's face dropped. I could sense that she felt she was going to win, and was disappointed that she hadn't. To make matters worse, Ashleigh read the scores and then thrust her arms up over her head, facing directly toward Madeline, who backed away a few steps.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the new Queen of the Armpit.... ASHLEIGH!" she announced. Ashleigh was reveling in her victory, and the gesture was not lost on me. With her arms thrust in the air as she jumped forward, almost as if she was stuffing her armpits in Madeline's face, she had declared victory. Madeline was forced to meekly step back, or her face would have been buried in Ashleigh's near perfect underarms. The image was a strong one for me, and it conjured up thoughts of an even more physical competition.

But after a couple of seconds, Ashleigh dropped her arms and gave Madeline a hug. Madeline hesitated at first, but then hugged back, trying to be a good sport. After they congratulated each other, I stepped forward and gave Ashleigh a congratulatory kiss before truing to Madeline and giving her a hug. As we embraced, I whispered in her ear.

"It was close Madeline, you almost beat her."

But as I was hugging her, Madeleine was studying the scores, making note of each round.

"I guess ten points isn't such a wide margin, right?" she asked. I hesitated, knowing that in reality it wasn't nearly that close, but not letting on.

"Not at all, it was a tough fight. You still have some of the best armpits around!" I whispered to her.

"Do you still think so?", she asked shyly, looking for some glimmer of encouragement. "Well I guess she got the best of me this time." Madeline whispered back, causing me to dwell on her comments.

"What did she mean by THIS TIME?" I though to myself, wondering if she wasn't conjuring up some scheme in her head.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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