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The Temptation of Armpits - part 1
‘You have a delivery, YN,’ your coworker says, handing you a large envelope. ‘Westwood needs it right away.’ You nod and head towards Westwood’s office, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been working as his personal assistant for six months now, and while he can be demanding, he’s also charismatic and incredibly attractive. As you approach his office, you hear him talking on the phone. You knock softly on the door before entering. ‘Come in,’ Westwood says, his voice deep and commanding. You push the door open, only to find Westwood standing there with his shirt off, a white undershirt clutched in his hand. His bare chest is toned and muscular, covered in a light dusting of dark hair that trails down towards his waistband. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the soft, inviting curve of his underarms. ‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry!’ you exclaim, your face flushing red as you quickly turn away. ‘I didn’t know you were—’ Westwood chuckles. ‘It’s fine, YN. I was just changing my shirt.’ You risk a glance over your shoulder and see him slipping the undershirt on, his movements slow and deliberate. He raises his arms, giving you a clear view of his armpits as he pulls the shirt over his head. Your heart races as you take in the sight: smooth, slightly damp skin, and a hint of dark hair peeking out from beneath the hem of his shirt. ‘Here,’ you say, turning back around and holding out the envelope. ‘Your delivery.’ Westwood takes it from you, his fingers brushing against yours. A shiver runs down your spine at the contact. ‘Thanks, YN,’ he says with a grin. ‘You know, I’ve noticed something about you lately.’ Your stomach drops. Does he know about your secret fascination with armpits? How could he possibly find out? ‘You’re always so efficient and on top of things,’ Westwood continues. ‘It’s really impressive. But I think you need to learn how to relax a bit.’ Relief washes over you, but it’s short-lived as Westwood steps closer, his clean, fresh scent enveloping you. He leans in and whispers in your ear, ‘Maybe we can help each other out with that.’ His breath tickles your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. You take a step back, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Westwood raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. ‘Oh, I think you do.’ He gestures towards the door. ‘Now get back to work, YN. But don’t think this is over. We’ll be discussing your… interests in more detail later.’ As you leave the room, your heart races as you wonder what Westwood has planned for you. You try to focus on your work, but your thoughts keep drifting back to those enticing armpits and the promise of something more.
In the fading light of dusk, you sit at your desk, struggling to focus on your work. Your thoughts keep drifting back to Westwood’s armpits and the tantalizing glimpse you caught earlier in the day. You can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as you wonder what he meant by discussing your ‘interests’ later. As if on cue, your phone buzzes with an incoming call from Westwood’s extension. He asks you to come to his office for a quick chat about some work-related matters. You try to keep your voice steady as you agree and hang up the phone. Taking a deep breath, you stand up and smooth out your skirt before making your way to Westwood’s office. As you enter, he gestures for you to take a seat in front of his desk. He leans back in his chair, studying you with an intensity that makes your heart race. ‘So,’ he begins, ‘I noticed your fascination with my armpits earlier today.’ You feel your face flush with embarrassment as you stutter out a denial, but Westwood cuts you off. ‘It’s okay,’ he says with a smile. ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I find it quite intriguing.’ Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that he knows about your secret fetish. He must have noticed your reaction and put two and two together. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. ‘I have a proposition for you,’ Westwood continues, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. ‘Why don’t we explore this fascination of yours further? I’m more than willing to help satisfy your curiosity.’ Your mind races as you try to process what he’s suggesting. On one hand, you’re terrified at the thought of being found out and potentially losing your job. But on the other hand, the prospect of indulging in your deepest desire with Westwood is too tempting to resist. After a moment of hesitation, you find yourself nodding your agreement. A smile spreads across Westwood’s face as he stands up and walks around his desk to stand in front of you. He extends his arm, offering you his elbow for support as he leads you towards the door. ‘Let’s continue this conversation somewhere more private,’ he says, his voice low and seductive. Together, you walk down the hallway and into a small conference room that has been left unlocked. Westwood closes the door behind you and locks it for privacy. The room is dimly lit, with only a small lamp on the table providing illumination. ‘Now,’ he says, turning to face you, ‘let’s discuss your fascination in more detail.’ You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you explain your armpit fetish to Westwood. He listens intently, asking questions and showing genuine interest in your desires. As you talk, the tension between you shifts from power dynamics and secrecy towards anticipation and excitement. Eventually, Westwood suggests they move on to exploring your desires more directly. He removes his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing his muscular forearms and the tantalizing glimpse of his armpits that you crave. Your heart races as he moves closer, leaning in until his armpit is mere inches from your face. ‘Go ahead,’ he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. ‘Indulge yourself.’ With shaking hands, you reach out and trace the outline of his pit with your fingertips. The soft, warm skin sends a jolt of electricity through your body as you inhale deeply, taking in his masculine scent. Encouraged by Westwood’s gentle guidance, you become bolder in your exploration. You run your fingers through the short hairs and press your lips against the damp skin, savoring the taste of his sweat on your tongue. Westwood moans softly, his hands gripping your shoulders as he leans into your touch. As the intensity of your encounter builds, you find yourself lost in a haze of desire and pleasure. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you and the all-consuming passion that burns between you.