Madeleine's Pits ..... The Radio Station Contest!
by Mr. Chain

It was an unusually hot day for late Spring as I turned the corner and headed toward the gym, arriving directly from work. I had planned to meet Madeleine there, but as I arrived, I found her standing outside. She was shaking her head back and forth as I greeted her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“The air conditioning is broken and it’s like an oven in there!”, she warned me.

I nevertheless walked inside and found out that she was right. The gym was like an oven much too hot to get in a good work-out, so I suggested instead that we go for a jog. Madeleine agreed and so we headed over to the park which was just a few blocks away. There was a small lake at the park which was surrounded by a jogging track which was about three quarters of a mile or so around. As we got there, Madeleine began to stretch, lifting her arms straight up over her head as she bent her body from side to side.

Instead of stretching myself, I simply stood there watching, my eyes fixated on her exposed, succulent armpits. A hint of sweat illuminated them, giving them a wonderful sheen. Madeleine stretched for a few more seconds before catching me staring at her. She giggled, but then lowered her arms and playfully pushed me.

“Come on, let’s go!” she laughed before beginning to jog.

I followed behind her, but as I caught up, I made a suggestion.

“After we’re done, maybe I can take a lick of those luscious pits!”

I wasn’t kidding, but Madeleine was coy, telling me that “we’ll see!”.

I suggested that we jog around the lake twice, knowing that she would work up a good sweat in the process. She nodded in agreement, and we continued on until we had almost completed the second lap. By this time Madeleine had worked up a nice sweat in the heat and she was breathing heavily as reached the end of the second lap. She slowed to a halt before bending forward with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath a drop of sweat rolled off of her face and dripped off of her chin.

Spotting a hot dog cart, she asked if I wanted a bottle of water, and then walked over to get it. I looked around in the meantime and noticed a group of people starting to gather over by the lake. I motioned to Madeleine that I was going to check out what was going on, and she waved back, motioning that she would meet me there.

I found a large table set-up with the banner for a local radio station draped across it. This particular radio station specialized in all sorts of stunts and give-aways, which is precisely what they were doing today. I inched through the small but growing crowd and got up front, asking what was happening. A young guy, looking like he was fresh out of college, walked over and told me that it was a promotion that the radio station was featuring on the air that night.

They were giving away a free night at a newly opened beach resort in the area, and were looking for constants in a contest. I asked what the participants had to do, but he shook his head, signaling telling that the contest wasn’t for me.

“We’re looking for women who are willing to have their armpits licked by our contest winner. He’s already won a free night at the resort for agreeing to be the judge of our contest, so now we need a few contestants.”

My eyes lit up and I immediately threw Madeleine’s name into the contest.

“Oh, my friend has the best armpits in town! She’ll definitely do it!”

The kid smiled at me and told me to bring her over to the table to sign up. Just then Madeleine returned with a bottle of water for each of us. I explained to her what was happening, and she smiled, but immediately refused to enter the contest. Disappointed, I went about changing her mind.

“Oh come on Madeleine, you can win this thing and get a free weekend at this new resort! I’ve heard about it and it’s really supposed to be awesome!”

Madeleine still refused, but I could tell that she was weakening, so I kept the pressure on. Finally, she turned to me, and agreed, but on one condition.

“Alright, I’ll do it. But if I win, then I want you to be my guest. I want you to come and spend the weekend with me at the resort.”

The offer was too good to turn down. Though Madeleine was much older than I was, I did have a thing for her, or at least for her armpits. Besides, seeing her luscious pits on display in front of the large crowd was an opportunity I wasn’t about to miss, so together we walked forward and she agreed to participate.

She was taken over to a separate area where four other women stood, and told to wait here. A few minutes later, the young kid turned his microphone on and began to broadcast the contest over the airwaves.

“Good evening out there, this is The Kid broadcasting live form lakefront park. Tonight, our contest winner Joe will be judging our first ever, sweaty armpit contest. We have five women who have agreed to let Joe stick his nose into each of their armpits! Joe will then pick out two finalists, and he will then stick his tongue into their sweaty armpits and take a nice, long lick before deciding who our contest winner will be!”

Since the show was playing live on the radio, the disc jockey in the studio spoke back, his voice echoing over a loudspeaker.

“Okay Kid, and tell us what Joe had already won and what our contest winner will win!”

The Kid then went on to explain all about the resort, basically doing a commercial for the contest’s sponsor. I stood right in front and watched as Madeleine sneered playfully at me for getting her into this. But a couple of minutes later, The Kid walked over to the five women who were lined up next to each other, guiding Joe, who was blindfolded, along with him. Madeleine was the fourth woman in the row, so she would be the next to last contestant. The Kid then walked up to the first woman and asked her to introduce herself. After she did, he asked her what she had done to work up a sweat today. She was a decent looking brunette who was wearing a little tennis dress and explained that she had been playing tennis in the park. After a few more seconds of bantering back and forth, The Kid asked her to lift her arms up over her head, which she did.

Her pits were most definitely sweating, but despite how much I love a sweaty looking pit, I have to admit that they didn’t really look too great. She had some obvious stubble and a few little red bumps on her skin, so right way I was turned off. But The Kid guided Joe’s head in toward it and instructed him to take a whiff. Playing along, Joe took a big sniff of her underarm before backing his head away.

“So, what do you think Joe?”

The crowd laughed as Joe’s face cringed.

“Um … er….”

Joe didn’t know what to say. He obviously didn’t want to insult the woman, but at the same time, couldn’t find anything complimentary to offer.

“Well said Joe!”, The Kid interrupted, bringing a huge laugh from the crowd as the woman blushed, but took it well, giggling herself.

Next was a very sexy blonde woman who was dressed in a bikini top and pair of cut-off shorts. The crowd reacted to her, whooping loudly. The Kid ran through his routine and she explained that she had been rollerblading. She then lifted her arms as instructed and my eyes became stuck on her wonderful pits. She had flawless skin and nice sheen to her smooth, though not very deep pits. Joe was then guided forward before taking a deep breath, his nose buried in her sweaty underarm. The crowd roared with laughter, but Joe, hearing the earlier cheers, guessed that the woman was hot and responded accordingly.

“Hmmmm …. She smells like flowers in Springtime!” Joe answered with a sarcastic tone and a smile on his face, drawing a huge reaction from the crowd and causing the sexy blonde to jump around in celebration, of course with her arms thrust over her head.

Next was a tough looking black woman wearing a tank top and shorts who told The Kid that she had been jogging in the park with her dog. The crowd didn’t seem too thrilled with the woman, and as she lifted her arms, I heard a few gasps as well. She was sweating heavily, and Joe’s head was guided in toward the clammy apex of her armpit, he quickly backed away from it.

“I guess I don’t have to ask what you thought about that one, eh Joe?”

The crowd laughed out loud but the woman was insulted and began to curse at The Kid. A few of the other radio station staff came over and stepped between them, but The Kid played it up, joking about the odor. Next up was Madeleine, and as The Kid approached her, I could see her pretty face blush. She was the oldest of the contestants, and The Kid hinted at that.

“Okay, looks like we’ve got a veteran here, and what is your name?”

Madeleine gave her name and explained that she too had been jogging.

“Well let’s hope that jogging didn’t have the same effect on you as the last contestant Madeleine!”

With that, Joe’s nose was steered towards Madeleine’ valley. It looked wonderful, sweaty, glistening and as deep as the Grand Canyon. In fact, Joe’s entire face seemed to disappear into her armpit. He didn’t recoil from it, and in fact seemed to linger a bit, a fact not lost on The Kid.

“Well, if I didn’t know better, I would say that you enjoyed that one Joe?”

“Not bad at all!”, came Joe’s reply.

Finally Joe was directed top the final woman and Madeleine breathed a sigh of relief. When it was said and done, Joe was asked to pick the two finalists, and not surprisingly, he chose contestant number two as his first choice. The crowd applauded, but I could see that Madeleine looked nervous, hoping that she wouldn’t be humiliated. But much to her delight, Joe made her his second choice.

“Okay folks, we have our two finalists!”

With that, the other three women were ushered away and Madeleine and the blonde were left. The radio station then broke away for a commercial as the two finalists were placed next to each other, this time Madeleine being first in line. After a few minutes The Kid spoke again, explaining that Joe now would take a nice, long lick of each woman’s armpits and then decide the winner.

I glanced around the crowd and noticed most of the faces wincing at the thought of licking the sweaty pits. But I was jealous of Joe, wishing I could take his place. He was the lucky person who would get the opportunity to stick his face, his lips and his tongue into two glorious, sweaty, smooth underarms. So as the rest of the crowd quivered, I watched in jealousy as Joe was guided toward Madeleine the decide the outcome fo the contest.

“Okay, we’re back! So Joe, how do you feel about taking a big lick of these two women’s underarms?”

Joe hesitated, but then explained how he was only thinking about the weekend that awaited him at the resort. The Kid then helped him forward, without telling him which woman’s armpit he was about to lick. Madeleine raised her arm as instructed, and a few seconds later, Joe’s head moved closer, his pointy tongue darting out and taking a big slurp of Madeleine’s armpit. His tongue ran from the bottom of it, lapping up her sweat as the crowd groaned. Finally he backed away and ran his tongue around his lips in mock enjoyment.

“So tell us Joe, what did it taste like?”, The Kid asked.

Joe paused, obviously giving it some serious thought before finally answering.

“Well, to be honest, it felt like I was licking a smooth, wet piece of fruit. It tasted sort of like lemonade. You know, kind of tart, but at the same time, sort of sweet!”

Madeleine smiled as The Kid turned to the crowd and shrugged, bringing a smile to Madeleine’s lips.

“Lemonade, eh? Let me try that!”

With that, The Kid surprisingly dove in and took a look of Madeleine’s pit for himself. He then lifted his head up and with a wide smile on his face, grabbed the microphone and gave his own assessment.

“You know Joe, you’re right! It does taste a little like lemonade!”

The crowd erupted in laughter and I could see that Madeleine felt a huge sense of relief. The last thing she wanted was for them to say that she smelled or tasted bad in any way, so tasting like lemonade was actually a pretty good result. But next came the blonde girl’s turn, and Joe was guided toward her sweaty pit. Sticking his tongue out, he took another big swig, swiping his tongue up her flat, smooth underarm. When he lifted his head out, he was not slurping as he was after tasting Madeleine. So when The Kid asked for his opinion, Joe took a moment to gather his thoughts.

“You know, I guess I would say that it tasted a little like licking a body shot of Tequila off of someone.”, Joe proclaimed.

The crowd roared at the analogy, but after egging them on, The Kid then turned back to Joe and asked him one last question.

“So Joe, I guess the big question is, do you LIKE the taste of Tequila?”

The crowd grew silent as Joe paused, but then whispered, “No, not really”.

The crowd’s mumbling grew louder as The Kid then asked Joe to pick the winner. Since he didn’t know which woman was which, her wasted in no time in proclaiming that the winner was …. “Contestant Number One!”

Madeleine smiled widely as the crowd cheered, The Kid taking Joe’s blindfold off to show him the winner. Joe seemed surprised, but as Madeleine gave him a hug, he was a good sport about it. The blonde looked a bit annoyed, but The Kid then raised and lowered his arms, signaling for the crowd to quiet down.

“Okay everyone, the winner of the trip to the new luxury beach resort and queen of the sweaty armpits is MADELEINE!”

The crowd cheered as Madeleine took a bow, enjoying the circus-like atmosphere. But The Kid wasn’t done yet, walking over to the blonde before addressing her on the microphone.

“But let’s here if for contestant number two who was a great sport!”

Again the crowd cheered for the blonde, but The Kid interrupted.

“And because you were such a good sport, we’d like to give you the chance to win a night at the resort as well. So if you’d be willing to take a big lick of Madeleine’s armpit, we’ll give you a free night as well. What do you say?”

The throng of people yelled their encouragement and being a good sport, the blonde agreed. Madeleine took it in stride as well, lifting her arms as the blonde made her way forward. Playing to the crowd, the blonde bowed forward and took a very slow, very long, very deep lick of Madeleine’s underarm. Finally lifting her head up, she slurped her lips and let out a loud “AAAHHHH!”, much to the delight of all in attendance. She then grabbed the microphone and turned to The Kid.

“You know, he’s right! She does taste like lemonade!”

The crowd roared for a final time as all of the participants in the contest began to joke with each other as The Kid signed off for the night.

THE END!

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