This is the 4th part of my story called "Leslie's Ticklish Armpits". I realize that I never formally posted that here on Tumblr, but if anyone wants to check it out, it's on my Wattpad!
Disclaimer: Everything I write is about armpit tickling. Just a personal preference.
Damian was laying down in his bed alone in his and Leslie's dorm lost in thought. He was alone, as Leslie was at Volleyball practice as usual. It had already been some time since Damian had that dream of Leslie going to the party. Though Damian hated the thought of other people getting to tickle his beloved girlfriend's smooth armpits, there was one thing that he couldn't get off his mind... and that was the excruciatingly brutal tickling that that it brought her. The way the each stroke of a finger under her arms that seemed to weaken her. The way her eyes seemed to go to the back of her head. The way she tried to relax from the drunkenness but yet had no choice but to tense up again when the sensitivity of her exposed pits became too much for her to handle. Of course, he had plenty of chances to tickle his beautiful partner plenty of times since then, but it didn't seem to scratch the itch of driving her absolutely nuts from the tickling. He watched videos time and again, but there weren't really many instructional videos online on how to really tickle armpits, but then again that was probably mostly attributed to the fact that every person had different techniques that were more effective for their hollows than others. Nonetheless, Damian continued to search to perfect his art of tickling to give Leslie's ticklish pits the cruel and brutal tickling they deserved.
Just then, Damian heard the door of their dorm entrance rattling, a tell tale sign that the love of his life had finally come home to him. He excitedly ran to the entrance and greeted Leslie as she entered. Her dark hair was tied in a pony tail as usual, and she was wearing a white long sleeve compression shirt that showed off her shapely torso, and well sized breasts. The volleyball shorts she wore hugged her tight bottom and revealed thick thighs, a result of all the squatting she did for her sport. Under her shoes she wore long white compression socks that went midway up her shin. Despite her body being mostly covered up, Damian still looked at her in awe.
"My girlfriend is sexy as hell" he thought to himself. As he walked up to her, she finally noticed his presence, looking up from where she was taking off her shoes.
"Hey babe, welcome back!" stated Damian.
Leslie smiled, walked up to him and gave him a tender kiss. Her lips felt warm and soft. As he inhaled, he took in her familiar scent and closed his eyes. Damian never thought he could love a girl so much. It only lasted a couple seconds, but for him it lasted an eternity.
For Leslie, it was the same. She was crazy for Damian. It had only been a couple hours since they were apart, but she missed him a lot. They hadn't been dating for very long. In fact their first anniversary was coming up in a couple days, but yet it felt like they had already been together forever. He treated her like a queen, and spoiled her rotten. He had a bit of a nerdy look to him, she loved that. In fact, that was her type. A little shy, and very humble... and also kind of weird. He had a HUGE fetish for her armpits and used every opportunity he got to tickle them. It was difficult for her to handle at first, and it sure came to her as a surprise during the first time they drank together. She had never really heard of an armpit tickling fetish before, and didn't really think anyone paid much attention to her armpits but boy was she wrong. She got the tickling of her life that day. After that she learned to love it. The way his eyes gleamed when seeing her underarms and the way he seemed so fixated and obsessed in contrast to his normal shy demeanor was extremely fascinating to her and she loved it. Of course, it did make her feel extremely vulnerable at times, knowing that her one tickle spot was her armpits but maybe that's just how it was meant to be.
After their sweet and tender kiss, Leslie began to take off her compression shirt. She brought her shirt up slowly, up under her breasts first and her softly toned stomach came into view. She was wearing a sports bra underneath, and Damian gulped as he knew her arms would be raised eventually as they always were when she took off her shirt.
"Wait, let me take it off of you." Said Damian mischievously.
"Okay, go ahead." she replied happily, not knowing at all what Damian was planning to do.
With her permission, he brought the bottom of her shirt to the top of her breasts revealing a low neckline that showed plenty of cleavage. As the tight shirt revealed her boobs, they gave a slight bounce. It was only slight because of the the sports bra, but the motion could not escape Damian's eyes. He spread his hands out and gave her soft chest a nice squeeze and Leslie let out a slight moan. She smiled and looked at Damian and said
"Hey, let's save that for later."
She had a seductive look in her eyes that made him swallow hard and nod his head. With that, she raised her arms straight above her head so that Damian could finish the job and take off her shirt. Little did she know that was what Damian was waiting for. As soon as she raised her arms, Damian brought the bottom of her shirt up above her neckline and over her face. it was a crew neck shirt, so the collar naturally got stuck under her chin making the shirt become inverted. The long sleeve was still on the middle part of her bicep, but now her whole torso was revealed as well as the juicy ticklish skin of her armpits. The sensitive mounds soft and moist from the hard work that she had been doing. Changing the angle of his head, Damian moved to have a better look at her left armpit and it seemed to become wider and more open as he adjusted his view point. Looking at the delicate centers and down towards the boundary of her breast, the gentle curvature and contour of her sensitive pit greeted him. He reached over and just touched the dip ever so lightly. So lightly in fact that if he did it any softer, an average person might not have felt it. However, this was not the case for Leslie. The feeling of Damian's finger on her hollow made her jolt and giggle uncontrollably. She almost tripped over herself as she tried to bring her arms down, but the tight shirt served as her bondage. Upon seeing her move, Damian gave the exposed pit one more poke and Leslie yelped and giggled like a little girl as she finally managed to take her shirt off completely. As her pretty face came into view, she looked at Damian with a stern expression.
"Here I thought you were being nice, babe!" Leslie exclaimed playfully.
Thankfully, she wasn't really upset. Honestly, she never really was whenever Damian tickled her. She kind of understood it as his love language.
"Sorry babe, I just couldn't resist." Smiled Damian.
Leslie actually was happy with that response. Despite her sensitivity, she did love the fact that he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Her glossy shoulders now shining in the light of the room as it did under the moonlight of when he first had the pleasure to tickle her pits. With Leslie only wearing her sports bra, her well shaped body was accentuated even more. Not a single blemish in sight. All her life, Leslie never grew hair under her arms or legs. It was just in her genes. With that said, the rest of her arms were silky as well because somehow she was a girl who grew no hair on her body whatsoever. Her perfect skin along with her voluptuous figure was quite a sight to be seen. To his surprise, his girlfriend went on to raise her arms straight up in the air for him. Her beautiful clean underarms coming into view yet again. Since Leslie had tan skin, her pits were actually a lighter color than the rest of her body. It was as if they had a glow to them.
"Look at your eyes wandering around... As soon as I raise my arms though, you immediately lock on. I know you love the way my body looks, but you probably love my armpits at least 10x more." Leslie stated matter of factually.
Damian smiled and moved closer. As he did, Leslie brought down her arms. As she did, Damian watched the succulent folds of the skin deepen until her perfect underarms were hidden from sight yet again. She giggled and ran away from him into the room.
"If I let you catch me, you might not let me leave without a good tickling. At least let me take a shower first!" Leslie said playfully.
"No need to do that babe! You know I love the way you smell even after volleyball practice!" Damian stated now giving a little bit of a chase causing Leslie to giggle even more and run into the bathroom. With a clicking sound, Damian knew that the door was locked.
"No can do babe! I know you might like it, but remember I'm a girl! Even I have things I get embarrassed about!" replied Leslie.
It was true. She had never met anyone with an armpit fetish, and she was still kind of getting used to being with Damian. Although she knew he was probably really turned on by her natural scent, she had always been very hygienic since she was little.
Damian smiled. What she said made perfect sense. It even kind of felt good to have his beautiful Leslie wanting to make herself smell good for him, knowing he was gonna be all over her armpits.
"I love you babe!" Leslie said from the other side of the bathroom door. Damian was quiet for a while and she wasn't sure if he was upset. Of course, he had never been upset with her before, but she still wanted to hear his response to test the waters.
"I love you more." Damian stated happily.
Leslie felt giddy from feeling his response and thus proceeded to take a shower. After that, their day went on normally. Still, Damian couldn't shake the itch he was feeling to really drive Leslie nuts from some brutal armpit tickling.
A couple days passed, and somehow Damian's itch became something that he needed to do. It was to the point that he even dreamed about it... though Leslie slept next to him in sleeveless clothes all the time, something was missing. He was having difficulty figuring out what. Maybe it was something wasn't quite doing right... or maybe he was instinctively holding himself back because he never wanted to take it too far with Leslie. He wondered endlessly if it would be okay with her that he was becoming somewhat of a sadist.
It was at that time that Damian searched deeper into the internet and something caught his eye. Through all the tickle videos he was scrolling through, he came across someone who seemed to have been making tickle videos for the past 10 years. Just like Damian, he seemed to primarily do armpit tickling videos where he would strap clients onto what looked like a massage table. It was there, he saw multiple girls with their mouths agape, nearly screaming with laughter. The writhing, and brutality of the tickling, but always with a pleasant ending. It was the exact scenario that Damian wanted to put Leslie in himself. He scrolled to the bottom of the page, and found his contact number where it read "DM me if you want to have a session.". As Damian was about to click on his number, he paused. He said to himself "Nah this is crazy. He wouldn't have the answer I'm looking for.".
Just then, as Damian was about to close the page, he noticed something. An address to a resort where the guy had been doing his sessions. Somehow it looked familiar. He looked it up on his map and as if like magic, the resort was just 20 mins away! It was even highly rated. Taking it as a sign, he decided to click on the contact and sent the guy a DM.
"How can I drive by gf crazy like the girls in your vids. Armpits only." Damian messaged.
his heart started beating faster. Within seconds, the person responded.
"Book a session with me and I'll show you how."
With that, Damian had found his mentor, and the person who would bring him to the outcome that he wanted oh so badly.
Through their short talk, the person from the video revealed that his name was "Chuck". He was a masseuse that worked for the resort just a small drive away from their dorm. With how accessible it was, Damian had no problem setting up an appointment for a session. The resort was quite nice. Boasting a 4.6 star rating, it was a perfect getaway for a stay-cation. There was a huge water park with slides and many activities to do during the stay, and he had just the perfect reason to book it... their anniversary. It was a little pricey, but Damian felt that it would all be worth it in the end.
From Leslie's perspective, she was ecstatic about Damian's enthusiasm, though she felt bad about their anniversary. He had always been putting in a lot of effort, and most of the time she was the one busy with both school and volleyball. He always cleaned around the dorm, cooked for her, washed her clothes and even cheered for her in her games. He never once complained about any of it either. With how humble he was, she knew he didn't think highly of himself at all. Though she found it cute how hard he tried to make her happy, she also wished she could do more for him.
When she heard about Damian booking their little staycation, she felt even worse. With her busy schedule, she was quite literally broke only surviving off the allowance her parents gave her as well as her boyfriend's support. She knew he had secretly gotten a part time job because he accidentally left his employee ID on the counter one day. Though she did notice he had been going out a little more recently, she assumed it was because he made some new friends.
Looking at her dedicated boyfriend that she loved so much she felt sad. Especially since it was their anniversary, she wished she could do more. With that, she went up to Damian and stated her worries.
As she did, Damian gave her a smile and said
"Don't feel guilty. It's not even as bad as you think. I do all this because I want to."
His words gave Leslie some comfort, but it didn't really solve her predicament.
"But still, it's our anniversary. You're doing all this for us, but I'm not doing anything." She said sadly.
"How about this? When we go to the resort, you do one thing for me without any questions asked." Suggested Damian.
The worried girl gave him a puzzled but curious expression.
"Hmm.. what is it going to be? Is it dangerous or scary?" Leslie asked.
"It's nothing too drastic. All you have to do is wear something without sleeves babe... trust me, you'll be safe.". Damian stated.
Leslie was worried, but she wanted to let Damian be himself. After all, she had fallen in love with him. It wasn't as if he wanted to cheat on her, in fact his wishes were based specifically for her. The beautiful girl wondered why he insisted in her wearing something sleeveless, but had the suspicion that it had to do with how that type of clothing bared her armpits. Either way, she trusted Damian and followed his instructions. She's never had a reason to distrust him after all. When packing her clothes, she didn't pack a single thing with sleeves except for her slightly see through crochet cover up cardigan which she planned to wear over her swim suits whenever she wasn't swimming.
The girl was right to trust Damian though. She really was safe, and he would make sure of it. Little did she know though, that "Safety" didn't include her sensitive armpits.
They arrived early at the resort at 11 am. it was a short drive, but it seemed like they were in a completely new world when they entered. There was a large luxurious lobby that seemed to be made of marble. It had the scent of lavender which was noticeable but not strong enough to make the nose hurt. There was a large fountain in the middle of the lobby and the check in counter was behind that. Leslie was impressed. She didn't even have any idea that there was a place like this so close to the dorms. Once they got their key card, they went and found their room on the third floor of the building. It wasn't difficult to find, as the rooms were very organized and numbered in numerical order.
Once they entered their room, Damian looked at Leslie. She had a baseball cap on and her usual pony tail going through the loop in the back. Looking at her face, she really looked beautiful. Wearing just some light make up, there was a slight sheen at the tip of her tan nose and cheeks. She wore a tight black spaghetti strap tank top that bared plenty of her chest and arms. Her sun kissed skin had her soft round shoulders shining in the light as well as her collarbones that her tank top accentuated so well. It was amazing how the light seemed to work and accentuate the shape of her body so well, bouncing off any portion of her skin that it hit. Her arms were slim, but thick at the same time. It had a gentle curve that was wider at the upper bicep part of her arm and became more narrow at the elbow. The collar of her tank top was a pretty low cut so it seemed to end just above her nipple line, showing plenty of cleavage from her tight well sized breasts. Underneath the tank top, her black string bikini brassiere could be seen, tied with a neat little bow at the nape of her neck. On her bottoms, she wore a high waist jean short shorts that had a bit of a rugged look, being frayed at the bottom. The outfit perfectly complimented her hourglass figure, having big breasts and wide hips, but a narrow waistline.
Damian moved his attention to her armpit crease. since her arms were down, her smooth pits couldn't be seen, but it had a certain allure. Giving a desire to want to see what could not be seen. She had 3 meaty lines on either of her armpit crevice, pretty far apart. The first crease was the one by the side of her breast curving inward towards her armpits. The second and third creases folded together just underneath her shoulder to complete the set. Despite them seeming like narrow pits when her arms were down, he knew they were a lot wider than they seemed once she had her arms up. Leslie's armpits truly were perfect, because not only were they wide but also long from top to bottom.
Damian went over to embrace his girlfriend's beautiful and soft body. As Leslie embraced him back , she whispered in his ears
"No sleeves like you said."
"That's my good girl" cooed Damian as he did his signature move of moving his fingers up into her soft smooth armpit while she brought her own arms up to return his embrace. His pointer finger hooked onto the concave hollow of her pit and the sensation automatically made Leslie scrunch her glistening shoulders up and hug tighter, allowing the soft, bouncy skin of her pits to swallow up his finger into their succulent creases. She put her face on Damian's chest causing the beak of her hat to get pushed back and off of her head. By the amount of times Damian had done this, she Leslie already became very aware of the moments which her hollows were most vulnerable. It was almost second nature to her to expect his fingers crawling in as soon as the sensitive skin was exposed to him. The softness that engulfed Damian's fingers was enough to make his heart race, and his member stand up. The cool, dry feeling of Leslie's smooth underarm skin was something he could never get enough of. He unhooked his pointer finger and moved it to the upper part of her pit. The tips of his fingers hardly applying any pressure to the soft surface and stroked inwards back towards the deep concave hollow again which easily became pressed in with just the slightest push of his finger. He loved doing this just to feel the sleek smoothness of both of her pits and as he did, Leslie pushed her face harder into his chest and hugged tighter. causing her little armpit cave become even deeper. During these moments, she knew bringing her arms down and clamping his fingers inside her ticklish underarms would actually make it tickle more.. yet at the same time if she left it slightly open, his fingers could turn every which way they so desired which also tickled more. Either way, it was a ticklish predicament for her but she loved his touch, so she kept her pits open as best she could. With every gentle stroke, Leslie's laughter broke a little more until she was just a giggling mess in his chest. Damian smiled at her cute reactions, as he wasn't even really trying to tickle her. All the boy wanted to do was to feel the softness of her armpits... Or maybe admittedly he did want it to tickle her a little. After all, with a girl this beautiful and her underarms this sensitive, who wouldn't want to tickle the shit out of her?
"We'll go swimming pretty soon babe, so get your swimsuit ready. Before that though, let's drop by the massage parlor they have downstairs. I made a reservation... and remember what we talked about before? About your anniversary present for me?" Asked Damian
"I know, I was actually wondering when you would bring it up... I'm guessing this massage reservation is what it's about?" She asked.
With that, Leslie proceeded to take off her black tank top finally revealing the string bikini underneath. It had 2 small triangles that cupped her breasts and covered her nipples. It provided just enough support to make sure her well endowed chest didn't come spilling out, but they jiggled nonetheless. The triangles only covered the front part, and were only secured in place by 4 strings that came from the top and sides of the cupped triangles. The strings that came from the top were tied at her neck, and the strings that came from the sides went around her bust and tied together at the back. Due to the amount of skin exposure it gave, Leslie wore the crochet cover up cardigan that she brought with to cover her back, arms, and sides a little before they were to go swimming.
When Damian and Leslie arrived at the massage parlor, they were greeted by Chuck. He was a man that looked to be around his 50's, but well built for his age. Around the same height as Damian.
"Hey Chuck! It's great to finally meet you." stated Damian jovially as he shook his hand.
"The pleasure is mine" replied Chuck.
Leslie was puzzled that the 2 seemed to know each other but decided she would ask Damian later.
"This beautiful girl is my girlfriend. Her name is Leslie." Damian said.
Smiling shyly at the introduction, Leslie gave a gentle handshake to Chuck who took her hand gracefully, but firmly. Without warning, he tugged at Leslie's arm to bring it up slightly up and out. and looked quite obviously at the part of the cover up that was protecting her armpit.
"How odd. It's see through, but the fabric is gathered under your arms in a way that obscures the vision." stated Chuck.
Leslie flinched at Chuck's wandering eyes, surprised by the sudden action and was about to tell him to stop, when Damian took hold of her other hand. She looked at him and he gave her a look telling her that it was okay.
"Don't worry, he's very professional. This is what we talked about." Damian told a worried Leslie.
Despite his words, she didn't really feel any less uncomfortable, but it was rare for Damian to ask anything of her. It was their anniversary as well and this was what he asked for as his present. No matter what might happen, she thought it must be what had been bothering Damian for the past couple weeks. Hoping for the best, she was determined to follow Damian's wishes and to hopefully ease what ever was on his mind.
Once Leslie had returned the control of her hand to Chuck once again, he pinched the collar of the cardigan near where the buttons were.
"Mind if I open this a little bit??" Chuck asked referring to the flap of Leslie's cover up on the side that he was holding.
Leslie stood very still, but Damian nodded. With that, Chuck opened the flap and pulled it until he got to the to the inside of the sleeve where the cloth had scrunched up, touching Leslie's moist silky armpit. It wasn't completely in view yet, but Chuck's eyes opened wide as if amazed by what he was seeing. Without even touching it, the old man could tell her pits were ticklish as hell. He pulled the flap further so that it would stay open, and then used that same hand to pull the scrunched up cloth away from the skin of Leslie's pit, attempting to only touch the cloth, but failing slightly as the succulent meat of her armpit folds had been pinching the cloth a little too tightly. As Chuck pinched at the cloth, Leslie's soft and and plump underarm crease naturally enveloped the sides of his fingers, making it disappear into her hollow shortly before coming back out with the cloth between his fingers. Despite it being short amount of time, the contact made Chuck's eyes widen even further. The pure softness of the thick crevice of her underarm was insanely satisfying. It was as if her pit ate his fingers. Softer than anything he had ever touched before.
The light touch sent a fierce tingle down Leslie's spine and she jolted just slightly, but managing to keep her arm steady, and her pit still slightly exposed. She had braced herself but she was surprised at how the slightest touch made her feel such a fierce sensation. This did not escape Chuck's eyes.
"Oh you're real sensitive under here." Chuck stated, gesturing at the now more open and exposed hollow of Leslie's underarm. He raised her arm a little bit more to make the skin slightly more taut. The slight, but more apparent armpit exposure made the beautiful girl restless. He inspected the deep, newly viewable area intently. If Leslie's armpit was to be compared to a steak, it would be the new A6 because the maximum grade of A5 wouldn't do it any justice. The genuine epitome of a perfect armpit. By far the best armpit he's ever seen... and it wasn't even close.
"No chicken skin, no evidence of ever being shaved or plucked or waxed. No ingrown hairs, or small bumps. completely smooth, tight, skin without any sag, but yet has a very gentle and somewhat deep hollow. Not only that, it's very wide and meaty despite you having a fairly petite stature. These might be the most perfect armpits I've ever seen. And it seems like you're naturally hairless all over your body. You skin is so smooth it seems to reflect light anywhere it touches you. You've never really had anyone touch these have you? I bet not even yourself..." Chuck paused and looked at Damian with a smile.
"...That is until he came into your life I suppose. Come over here boy." he commanded.
Damian walked over to Chuck, and looked at Leslie's open pit. His mouth drooled not matter how many times he had seen it. He just never got tired of it.
"Pretty perfect right? But you know the number 1 tell tale sign that her pits are extremely sensitive?" Chuck asked
"How?" Damian replied curiously.
"It's those irregular contours that make her armpits hollow in different ways. At first glace you won't notice, but an experienced eye can tell. Those irregular shapes and contours in her underarms from the fleshy mounds to the hollows tell a lot of stories. They're knots and tense muscles that scream signals into the owner's brain whenever they're touched. Those signals are translated into that tickling feeling. Whether it's from working out, or trying to hide those pits a lot, that tension makes everything very tender.... very sensitive. It's her body's natural defense mechanism to try and protect a vital part of the body... and that's just on top of her being naturally ticklish there to begin with." Chuck said.
Damian gazed at Leslie's exposed pit and immediately saw everything that Chuck pointed out. How had he not noticed before? Even Leslie's spot was highlighted by a singular in-dent in the hollow part of her pit that only appeared when she was giving resistance.
With their exchange, Leslie watched Damian's eyes so focused on her armpit. She kind of understood now what was happening. She felt Damian wanted to learn more about her armpits from someone who was similar to him? The way he was so intent on learning about her was an odd feeling. She felt vulnerable, but she kind of liked it if it was Damian. She felt like he was becoming even more obsessed with her and despite not being an attention seeker, she wanted his. When she noticed something had been bothering Damian, she worried that he had grown tired of her body, or maybe found something about her that he found inadequate. It was a relief that he just wanted to know her even better, and felt stupid for ever doubting him in the first place.
"Hey girlie, mind if I give your pit just one big stroke real quick?" Chuck asked.
"Okay, sure." Leslie stated, relaxing a little bit now and eager to let him teach Damian what ever it was that he wanted to learn.
With her permission, Chuck reached into the inside of the sleeve from the flap to the top of her bare armpit right where her mouthwatering mounds were. With a delicate and quick stroke, his fingers slipped across the smooth and vulnerable surface toward the middle of her underarm pushing deep into the hollowing squishy crease and then down towards her, tender and soft breast area near the side boob and finishing through the area by her upper ribs with some pressure causing her bust to jiggle as he finished.
From the moment his finger made contact with her skin, it was one of the harshest jolts she had felt from her armpits in her entire life. Most sensations that she felt from her pits were too intense for her to really differentiate, but this time she felt his finger glide through the entirety of her underarms. It was different. The sensation was so strong, that she slammed her arm down, gasped, and nearly fell over from it. The tickling feeling was so strong that she couldn't even laugh. The stroke was so quick though, that his finger was already out of her pit by the time she brought her arm down. Even though Chuck's finger was no longer even near her closed hollow, somehow she could still feel it in there... almost as if it was lingering. She squeezed her arm against her body tighter as if to protect her formerly exposed pit from the tickling sensation, but somehow the gesture only accentuated the sensation.
"Why was that so intense?" Leslie thought to herself.
"Are you okay?" Damian asked her.
Her shocked expression was quite a surprise, especially Chuck had let her know he was going to touch her armpit before he did it. When she heard Damian's voice, she snapped out of it.
"Yeah... I'm okay. Was just surprised was all." Leslie said, honestly still feeling the tickling sensation under her arm. It was fading, but it was still intense. Even though it had been a while already, it was taking a lot of concentration for her to not burst out giggling.
Despite Leslie's response, her reaction didn't escape Damian. This guy was the real deal. He had tickled Leslie on her underarms pretty much every day and had never gotten that reaction from a single touch. Damian gulped with excitement, knowing that he would finally see Leslie go absolutely nuts with what was in store for her.
Chuck motioned for the 2 love birds to follow him into the massage room in the back. Upon seeing his gesture, Leslie and Damian went after him. Both of their hearts beating fast for 2 different reasons.
Upon following chuck into the room, Leslie and Damian noticed that all the walls of the room were custom with some red cushions that looked like they were made of leather. The massage table was right in the middle. Damian had recognized this room from the videos that Chuck had been uploading to his website. Honestly it seemed a lot smaller in person.
"This table here is for you, dear Leslie" stated Chuck.
"I thought it would be." said Leslie.
She looked anxiously at the massage table before sitting down. right as she was going to bring her legs up Damian stopped her.
"Wait a sec babe." he said.
Damian walked over and pulled off Leslie's cover up finally revealing the succulent skin of her arms and back. The overhead lights burned brightly. The temperature was cool, but not to the point that a girl wearing a bikini and short shorts would feel cold. The table seemed to be heated as well.
"Right... no sleeves" stated Leslie a little anxiously.
She didn't really get it. Almost everyday she would wear sleeveless clothes for Damian, and even showed him her armpits of her own accord, yet this time she felt way more vulnerable. She thought about the singular stroke that Chuck did on her underarm just a minute ago, and it gave her goosebumps. She crossed her arms and felt the smooth skin of her own arms. The overhead light making her tan skin glisten. Damian held her hand and supported the back of her neck while he lowered her to the table. Before her head could even get to the small pillow that was placed on the table for her, Chuck took her right arm and brought it all the way to the top the table where a belt restraint was waiting for her wrist. The table had a special extension for her arms to rest. It was similar to an H shape. Before securing her wrist, Chuck pulled on her arm some more ensuring that it was completely vertical from her shoulder. He kept his eyes on her succulent armpit skin which was lighter than the rest of her arm and offered much more contour and shape in comparison. Once he could see the skin was as stretched and taught it could be, he adjusted the arm of the table so that it would retain the tension once her wrist was secured. It was impressive how the arm of the table reflected the length of her arm so perfectly. After that he did the same with the left. Despite being nervous, Leslie gave little resistance and allowed Chuck to guide her left arm up. Again, looking straight at her smooth flawless armpit, pulling at it until it was tightly stretched. Never even letting go of her wrist as he secured it to the table as if he was afraid of even a little bit of slack becoming loose. She pulled at wrists and found that she could not even move an inch. The view of both of her armpits up and open was magnificent. Somehow their own hollowness beside her face seemed to accentuate their exposure even more. Her bouncing breasts were the only ones that slightly covered her underarms, but since her arms were so high up they mostly stayed in place. In fact her armpits were so taut that the juicy mounds at the top of her armpits almost protruded. The lines from where her skin folded became slightly less noticeable and the small pores became visible because of the stretch. The overhead lights directly above her flooded into her armpits making the protruding mounds glisten in their centers from the smoothness of her skin. The only thing touched by shadow was the dip of her pit by her breast. Her sun kissed skin seemed to have such a moist and healthy glow about it. even looking at the skin of her elbows, stomach and collar bone it was as if someone had sprayed a mist on it, the way they do to models for photo shoots... except for Leslie, it was natural. Next Chuck moved onto the strap by her waist. One big belt the went across her stomach. He gave her a pull downwards further ensuring those pits would be on maximum stretch before securing it tightly. With every turn of the knob that tightened the belt, Leslie's mouth seemed to become more dry. She was there with Damian, but their silence made her feel so much more anxious. Knowing both of them had plenty of plans for her vulnerable, ticklish, and hypersensitive armpits. As both of them walked all around her feeling both of their gazes on her hollows, she could feel even the slightest touch of the breeze on that area. Her arms felt weak, there was no hope of getting even a little bit of leverage to move her arms especially since her torso was now secured to the table. After that, Chuck pulled her once more downwards to restrain her ankles.
As he tightened each belt restraint, it was only then that it really sank in for Leslie. Her mind was going a million miles an hour. Special massage? They weren't just going to be looking at her armpits, they were definitely going to tickle the shit out of them! Otherwise why would there be a need to go through restraining her. She began to sweat slightly, her eyes darted from her left armpit to her right. Her bikini bra not doing anything to even cover her sides much less her armpits. Her breathing began to pick up as the silence of the 2 armpit ticklers became oh so loud.
"Uh.. actually guys, I don't think there's a need to restrain me like this. If you're going to teach and learn about my armpits, I can keep my arms up.... promise..." Leslie stammered nervously.
"I don't think you'll be able to keep your arms up for this one babe" said Damian. His voice quivering with excitement. His face quite literally in her exposed armpit. He took a deep breath and inhaled her scent. She had never, ever put on any deodorant in her life because her mother had always told her the chemicals would harm her skin, but somehow the ticklish girl still smelled fresh.
Leslie knew at this point that there was no going back now. She tried to calm herself down. She did promise Damian that she would follow his request, and it was their anniversary. They were absolutely, definitely going to tickle her pits, but it was just some tickling right? It couldn't be that bad... right?
Side note: It's important to note that Leslie never spent much time being tickled all her life. This is because she's not ticklish anywhere else besides her armpits and she could hide those pretty easily. On top of that, she's also never encountered any tickle experts.
At this time, Chuck finished securing her legs. 2 tight straps squeezing her upper thigh, and 2 tight ones squeezing her calves. Much less her arms, she couldn't move any part of her body except for her fingers!
"Oh no girlie. don't know what you thought you were getting yourself into..." said Chuck as he moved and tightened yet another 2 straps on her left forearm gluing it to the arm of the table.
"But there ain't NO way your arms are staying up without each..." Chuck went onto her left bicep and tightened them to the table with 2 significantly thinner straps.
"And every...." Chuck went onto her right forearm. and secured it to the table with 2 more straps.
"One of these restraints... and there ain't nothing going to be 'easy' about our.." Chuck secured the final 2 thin straps onto Leslie's outstretched bicep.
"Pit tickling." finished Chuck in a crazed voice. As he did, Damian perked right up, eyes locked on to Leslie's exposed armpits. With all the final straps, not even a single squirm could come out of Leslie. her arms were stretched so securely that it was almost painful. Her heart began beating even more quickly. Her vision seemed to narrow and the overhead lights seemed even brighter than before. She attempted to relax herself to see if she could somehow loosen anything up, but there was no chance. As she tugged on the restraints Damian watched the dent on her spot move. As if on instinct, his hands moved toward it, but Chuck caught his hand.
"Not yet my young apprentice. If you're learning from me, I have to same the pre game has to be just as good as the game itself. If you really wanna drive her truly crazy, from this brutal tickling you gotta play mind games too."
He turned toward Leslie who was completely silent now.
"Do you know why these straps are so much skinnier than the others?" Asked Chuck
Leslie could feel his finger trace the bicep straps that were so thin that she could feel his touch through them. he stood at her head. His fingers getting dangerously close to the mounds of her armpits, but not quite. Despite this, Leslie still tried to squirm as she felt like his fingers were much closer to her pits than they actually were.
"So you can't bring your elbows in a lot of times, girls that are restrained just on their wrists can still wiggle their elbows. It doesn't protect their pits any more, but it lessens the skin that's open." stated Chuck. "Not only that, but so we can touch the skin in between the straps.." stated Chuck as he strayed off of the restraint onto the exposed skin of her upper arm by her upper tricep.
This touch of the skin terrified Leslie. The amount of sensation that she could feel from his singular finger was immense. She could feel it like his fingers himself were sending electrical signals all over her body. The texture of his fingers. It didn't even tickle her at that area, but she almost started giggling because she was confused. Did it tickle? Or did it itch? Suddenly she thought about feeling the same sensation go onto her taut exposed underarms and she began panicking. She wouldn't be able to take it... as she thought of it, the itchy sensation suddenly became surely tickling. Her anxiety was now through the roof. With her silky armpits up and out like this, she felt completely vulnerable.
The truth was, Leslie didn't really feel like she was being tickled, but the very thought of Chuck's fingers making their way towards her taut underarms was tickling her. The area of her armpits were wide and long... Though at the moment where the border of her armpit was became obscure. Did he already reach her armpit? Or was he still at the upper part of her arm? In fact where did her armpit actually even begin. Lost deep in thought, Leslie began to giggle uncontrollably.
"FUHUHUCK....!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA" she said.
Chuck had not even gotten to the outskirts of her armpits yet.
As if reading the mind of the giggling girl, Chuck asks her
"Are you confused girly? You're underarms are still sitting pretty up there... uncovered... wide open... exposed... bare... but most importantly untouched so far."
The way he spoke made Leslie laugh even more. She slightly attempted to bring her arms down, but there was no result.
"Or does it feel like your entire upper arm is now also part of your armpits?"
the electrifying sensation of Chuck tickling her upper arm was maddening specifically because it FELT like it was already in her armpit. At the edge of it. Even though it was really at the middle of her bicep. Suddenly, Chuck removed both of his fingers and quickly moved them in the air right above both of Leslie's protruding mounds that still continued to glisten in the light. Wiggling right above the surface of the soft skin.
Upon seeing this, Leslie screamed and burst out into loud laughter.
"NO STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T TAKE IT, PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHA WE'LL GET KICKED OUT OF THE RESORT!" exclaimed Leslie.
Chuck gave a chuckle. "This room is absolutely soundproof. It was expensive, but worth it. I've been doing this for 30 years, so I know my stuff. You can scream as loud as you want... And no matter what sound you may produce in ALL your laughter, nobody but us will be able to hear it."
and just like that, Chuck 's fingers scribbled onto her mounds like hungry spiders making it's nest. Going across the savory skin attacking the irregular contours that made it distinct.
The action sent Leslie into hysterics. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the sensation made her scream with laughter. There was no doubt that he was definitely in her armpits now.
"OHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!" howled a hysterical Leslie. She tried to move her head side to side but because her arms were so high up, her armpits were right next to her ears and impeded even that movement.
Her soft skin easily gave way to his fingers and it felt like there was a million hands touching her terrifyingly delicate mounds. Every single touch seemed to linger just like the first stroke he had done before. Chuck's skillful fingers played with the squishy creases, stroking it every which way. With each flick of his finger, Leslie jolted and the table made sounds as she attempted to move in any way to lessen the amount of exposure her pits had. To protect them in any way she could, but to no avail. She couldn't move a single centimeter.
Leslie wailed, screamed and laughed hysterically at the sensation of Chuck's touch as she felt his fingers making their way to the center of her wide armpits, his strong fingers nestling their way into the skin as if they were little worms trying to dig their way into her sensitive nerve endings.
"FAHAHAHAHAHACK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHA *gasp* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp*"
With every burst of laughter, Leslie heaved trying to take in as much air as she could. With all the sensation she was feeling , she could hardly catch her breath...yet somehow it was making her feel even more sensitive. The beautiful girl began drooling as her Chuck's fingers laid devastation in her flawless underarms. He left his thumbs on her mounds where the tight skin supple skin easily yielded to his tough fingers. As he did this, he shoved his middle fingers and shoved them into the depth of her hollow pit making his hands into an L shape. With Leslie's wide and exposed armpits, he had to spread his hands out wide to get to the spots he wanted. With his position secured, he kneaded his fingers in with a slight pinching motion.
This motion pushed Leslie over the edge, sending her into a state of frenzy, as she howled even louder with laughter. Her mouth agape, and drooling with all the laughter she was producing. She squealed and screamed with desperate laughter, her fingers balled into tight fists until her knuckles became yellow. Her hair becoming a mess all over her face and her entire body beginning to be coated with her glistening sweat with all the effort she was putting into her laughter.
Chuck then began to hold his fingers stiffly and re positioned his middle fingers forward a little more at mushy base where Leslie's well pronounced breasts were resting. Now using the muscles in his entire arms, he vibrated his hands in a speed that didn't seem possible for humans to accomplish. The vibrating shook Leslie to her core, her breasts now jiggling, but still covered thanks to her black string bikini top.
When she felt this switch, Leslie was put into a new level of hysterics, pulling at her own restraints until it hurt. Her laughter going silent, making her gasp for air, only for silent laughter to come back again. Every now and then a bit of her voice would come out and just scream, but as she vibrated with laughter the sound would just disappear. He had not even tickled her "Spot" yet. Nothing had ever tickled her this much before. Tears went down her face as her eyes just stayed tightly shut. She remembered her words a while ago stating she would not need restraints to keep her arms up through all of this. As she tugged at her bonds hoping for some miracle that she would be able to bring her arms down and protect her oh so vulnerable and ticklish armpits, she scoffed at the thought of her previous naive self that seemed so far away from this moment. She attempted to distract herself, trying to take her attention away from the sensation under her arms, but it was no good. It was too strong. She tried screaming again but only her laughter came out, getting even louder than before. Just then, as she felt like she was going to faint, Chuck stopped.
Despite stopping, Leslie continued laughing. As long as her arms stayed up, and her pits exposed, she felt the lingering sensation of Chuck's fingers as if they were still touching her. She continued on for about 5 minutes continuing to laugh until finally getting her breath under control. At this moment, even the breeze in the air felt like it was trying to tickle her armpits. How did they feel even more sensitive after the tickling?
She peered at Damian who had been quiet this entire time. His eyes were sparkling. He had never elicited that sort of reaction before from Leslie. There were a couple times that he came close, but it was only when he was poking the spot where her armpits were most ticklish... and Chuck had yet to go there yet. It was like his dream. Leslie's pits really did have another level that he still had to reach... but unlike before, it felt like he could get there. With Chuck teaching him, he could dissect every ticklish area of Leslie's perfect armpits. He made eye contact with his girlfriend, a frenzied smile was on his face. Had Leslie not been in love with Damian, she would have been scared... she was nervous, but at the same time... she was kind of getting turned on. She was still breathing heavily, but the harsh tickling was flipping something inside of her. Something she never knew she had. It wasn't really that she liked getting the shit tickled out of her, but she loved Damian's reaction. She knew he loved to see her like this. Arms up, pits out. His eyes always lit up whenever he got to get a peek at her pits but they had never been this intense before. Knowing that he wanted to make her go crazy himself was turning her on. She gulped, and looked at her own wide open armpits, and wondered what about them was so special. Either way, if they wanted to tickle the sensitive area, she wouldn't be able to do anything... but the thought of Damian touching her and making her go crazy, was awakening her inner masochist. Tickling or not, she felt like their love was becoming more passionate.
suddenly, she felt 2 fingers finding their way into the hollow part of both of her armpits. Upon feeling this, she gulped and held back her laughter as they found their homes, shoving themselves into the unprotected curve of her underarms until they fit perfectly. It didn't take long for Leslie to start giggling again despite resisting, It simply tickled too much... and Chuck wasn't even moving his fingers. He was just using the flat part of his fingers and resting them on the hypersensitive skin.
"Girlie, why is you skin so light under your arms?" Chuck asked curiously. He was amused by how ticklish she was.
Leslie could hardly think with the distraction of the sustained contact he had with her armpits. She continued giggling for about another minute before she was finally able to catch her breath and respond in between her soft laughter.
"I don't.. khhh.. know... tehehehe... They'vejustalways.... pffff... been like that..." the girl said as quickly as she could. Once she got the words out, Leslie let out another stream of musical giggles before Chuck finally removed his fingers from her soft skin.
Damian moved himself closer to Leslie's left side and stared at her face firmly in place in between her 2 upraised arms. She still looked beautiful despite her hair being a mess. Face shining with sweat. singular strands of hair sticking to various parts of her forehead and cheeks. He looked down at her breasts that seemed to be just barely being held in place by her bikini top. He peered into both of her pits that were so bare and open, and found a few pink marks on the skin where Chuck had tickled. A slight sheen of sweat was inevitably coating them as well making her mounds glisten even more.
"How do you do it Chuck? What's the secret?" Damian asked.
"It's an easy question to answer, but difficult to apply. She's got perfect pits. Light. Smooth. Not even a single flaw to be found. Not even her mounds. Soft. Lines visible and distinct because of the creases, but tight and bouncy to the touch. Not a hint of sag at all. Hollows gentle, but get pretty deep. Skin spread so open to the light, normally you would find a blemish especially in the armpit, but none found on hers. Such a wide space, so many different areas to tickle. Each one needs a different technique." Chuck stated.
He brought out an eye mask and brought it over Leslie's head obscuring her vision.
"This helps make her even more ticklish. Gets her mentally paranoid and anxious. Doesn't know when the tickling will happen."
He reached over and took both of Damian's hands. Afterwards he took the boy's pointer and middle fingers and held them each above Leslie's pits.
She could feel the wind above her moving, making her armpits tingle. Neither of them were talking yet, but she could feel they were close. She shivered slightly, wondering what they were talking about while looking so closely at her armpits.
Gradually and slowly, Chuck lowered Damian's fingers into the lower part of Leslie's hollow. Both guys were standing by Leslie's head, it was the part of her armpit that was furthest away. As his fingers landed, the poor girl jolted.
"Fuck!... pfff... shit shit shit" said Leslie as she broke out in another stream of giggles.
Very slowly, Chuck guided Damian's fingers through the different contours of the ticklish skin.
"For this part, only this much pressure. It'll tickle no matter what, but the perfect pressure will tickle the most." As said this, he pushed down and in slightly pushing Damian's fingers a little deeper into her hollow.
"While maintaining this pressure, you can massage circles into this area. With your fingers, you can feel the tender part of her armpit. It's like a knot. You don't want to dig, only massage. Digging to hard causes pain. The skin is a little thinner in her pits than the rest of her body, that's why it's so much softer."
Damian focused and felt the tenderness he was talking about. As she tugged at her bonds and howled with harsh laughter again, the entire table shook. Her deep breathy laugh was addicting, making Damian want to massage in more. It wasn't visible on the surface, but it was similar to her spot. You could only feel it. Leslie's reaction was similar too. If she wasn't tied so tightly Damian would have never even gotten the chance to explore her pits to this extent. This entire time, Leslie didn't only have that one singular spot that was extremely ticklish? It must be all over her armpits!
"These tender spots are particularly ticklish because it's the body's reaction to try and protect itself from danger. Girlie definitely works out. Important muscles in the pits mean they become more tense and relaxed with movement. Over time these spots develop and become more sensitive due to the tension. Her 1 spot though, always 100/10 ticklish. She has a mix of natural ticklishness. Tender spots only enhance it." said Chuck.
It made a lot of sense. Damian did notice that Leslie seemed a lot more ticklish after her practices in comparison to when she had some time off. He always thought it was because she was tired though and had less energy to resist.
With that, Chuck lessened the pressure and dragged Damian's fingers upwards through to the center centers of Leslie's delicate hollows. Has he did he turned his hands a bit so that the pointy tip of Damian's fingers were contacting the beautifully shaped curve of the ticklish girl's silky skin. Damian's eyes widened as he felt multiple tender spots under his fingers and they explored through her curve.
Leslie's laughter rose in pitch again as she contorted her head.
"That tihihihickles SOHOHOHOHOHO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHA" screamed Leslie at the top of her lungs.
Damian looked around the room at the cushions on all the walls. If this room wasn't sound proof, the rest of the establishment would have probably called the cops by now.
"When tracing, or stroking, its important not to apply too much pressure. That pulls skin. Less pull means more ticklish. Her pits are nice and tight though, so not too much to worry about, just something to keep in mind. Also, different parts of the fingers cause different sensations. Choose the right technique, get the best response." Chuck continued.
after that, they moved past the ticklish centers and moved to the bare and squishy mounds of her pits. Their creases were visually one of the most appealing things to Damian. The spaces in between varied. Some were wide and some were thin. They were similar to small hills. When Leslie's arms were down, they were like little pillows that squished Damian's fingers into her side boob area. He loved the underarm crease that they formed on the outside under her shoulder too when her arms were down. It always looked so meaty and succulent that it was his favorite thing to poke multiple times when it was visible. It was a neat little fun fact about Leslie as well. Her armpit crease was also really ticklish when her arms were down, and it only ever took a little bit of wriggling in to get to her actual armpits. That was because her skin was so soft that it easily gave way to his fingers.
As if reading his mind, Chuck guided Damian's fingers to poke and prod her mounds.
With every poke, Leslie's legs tensed, and attempted to turn, making the table creak as laughter continued to pour out of her mouth.
"In this part, you can caress it or poke it. This girlie has a bit of chubbiness to her pits. Not much, but enough to make a significant difference. Slim girls have hollower armpits and more webbed armpits. Makes it easy to get to bone or dig too deep and cause pain. Still normally extremely sensitive though. Chubbier girls have pits that don't really even hollow. Soft, but normally way more stroke ticklish than poke. Girlie here has a mix of muscle and fat giving her pits that meat which let you tickle it so many ways more easily. Hollow there, meaty here, soft and smooth everywhere. Again, best pits I've ever seen and touched."
With every stroke Damian made to Leslie's armpits, he seemed to fall more and more in love. Even though he made sure to look at them everyday, it was as if he was seeing it again for the first time. As he followed the creases of her mounds, he noticed that they went diagonally across her hollow and that the contours were not perfectly straight. This observation was new to him as well.
As his fingers played around, Leslie's laughter became more frantic and her pits were getting a bit sweatier, slightly glistening. As the ticklish girl flexed her arms in a attempt to close her sensitive spots, her underarm creases became more defined. They were so taut that her armpits themselves seemed to be having difficulty with their own exposure.
Damian's switched to a bouncing technique, applying pressure until his girlfriend's laughter became louder. He took mental note on the exact type of pressure that he applied, and locked it into his head with complete focus. He then quickly tapped his fingers all across the bare skin with a high frequency. In fact, it was so fast that his wrists seemed to start becoming sore.
The poor girl completely closed her eyes and heaved laughter that seemed to come from her soul. Tears streamed down her face, and any semblance of tidiness in her hair was gone. It was frizzled and baby hairs were sticking to her face from sweat. Cheeks flushed, and plump from smiling and laughing. Gorgeous white teeth showing from her mouth being open wide as far as it could from the uncontrollable laughter. Her head shaking from side to side as it was the only thing she could really move. Her chest and neck now also coated with a sheet of sweat from the effort of her laughter. With every gasp, her stomach tensed and relaxed. Her entire body shook with the force of her desperate laughter.
Damian was learning so much from this cruel tickling.
When it came to poking, it was better to be done quick and aggressively, but yet with just the right amount of pressure...ESPECIALLY when the arms couldn't be put down. The faster the better... at least that's how it was for Leslie.
When it came to strokes however, the opposite was true. Slow, methodical, deliberate. A lot of focus on technique. The movements had to be purposeful to get the best results. His girlfriend's silky smooth armpits proved to make it a lot easier.
And finally, when arriving at particularly ticklish areas during the stroke, a kneading technique could be used to focus on that particular area. Keeping the wrist steady and the fingers tense was important... or more like a good balance of managing tension and relaxation.
"WHAHAHAHAAIIIIT!!!.. PLE- HAHAHAH PLEASE!!!!... GAAHAHAHAHAHAHA BABY PLEHEHEHESE DAM---PFTTT HAHHHAAHAHAHAHAH DAMIAN!!" Leslie struggled to scream out between her laughter.
The tickling was too much. She never in her life even knew her armpits were ticklish to this extent. This was bad. She felt like she would might pass out or piss on herself... or both.
With the girl's desperate scream, Damian finally snapped out of his trance. Surprised by how loudly she screamed his name, he looked at her almost puzzled. Chuck and Damian both stepped back to give Leslie some space and waited for what she had to say.
It took a minute for her giggles to calm down. When it finally did, she was panting.
"Wait please, just give me a break, I'm begging. You don't even have to untie me. Just give me a small break." the ticklish girl pleaded.
Even Chuck felt a little guilty after hearing that.
"I'm going to step out of the room for a minute okay? There's some water and a towel over there. Take care of your girl before we continue." Chuck said.
As he did, he pushed a button that tilted the table about 45 degrees so that her head was elevated a little bit.
"Making sure your Lee is healthy and safe is also a job of the tickler. If you serve them water, make sure their head is up. Otherwise they might choke. Laughter is one thing, but drowning is another." Chuck stated
Damian nodded. He was glad to have the old man as the one teaching him. He was a bit worried that Chuck would be a bad person, but he wasn't. Just a passionate tickler of armpits.
With that, Chuck stepped out to give the 2 some alone time.
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To be continued in part 2
I'm having so much fun writing this story! I would have made it all one part, but I think it's a little too long. Hope you guys enjoy, and are excited for the next part!
