Leslie and the party (An armpit tickling/ fetish story)

Leslie, and the Party (An armpit tickling/ Fetish story)

To everyone new to my stories: Just want to let everyone know the events of this story took place after "Leslie's ticklish armpits" part 1 and 2. I recommend reading those 2 stories first in order to fully understand and enjoy the sequence of events that happen in this one.

To everyone not so new to my stories: My previous story "Leslie's ticklish armpits" seemed to be well loved by many tickle lovers and especially armpit lovers. With that being said, many people requested a little bit of a side story about Leslie. I hope everyone enjoys this one!

Leslie, and the Party (An armpit tickling/ fetish story)

The crowd erupted in loud cheer as the volleyball landed on the other side of the net, the opposing side failing to return the spike delivered by Leslie. It was the final game of their volleyball tournament, and her team had managed to win the entire thing. Damian was in the crowd, proudly watching his girlfriend happily cheer together with her team members. It had already been a couple months since Damian and Leslie started dating. A couple months since their drinking party where their entire love story blossomed.

"Nice kill, Leslie!" stated the Patricia.

Patricia was the charismatic captain of the girls' volleyball team. Their success had a lot to do with her leadership. Afterall, even if talented people came together, they wouldn't necessarily do well as a team. With her strong guidance and high IQ plays during the game, their team took the crown for this season.

Damian looked over the team from a distance. They all wore blue short shorts and sleeveless athletic jerseys. As usual though, Leslie wore her long sleeved athletic top underneath her sleeveless jersey successfully hiding the beautiful skin of her arms. Of course, Damian knew the reason, but he kept quiet as this was a secret Leslie would like to keep (See Leslie's Ticklish Armpits Part 1 for more details). It was a shame though. As a person who loved the sight of female armpits, Damian never failed to look under a girl's arm whenever the skin was exposed. With that being said, he was able to clearly see all the different variety of underarms that each member displayed. There were skinny armpits, and chubby armpits. Some were just right, some had chicken skin. Some had fair skin, others had a little bit of discoloration. Some had many lines along the mounds while others hardly had any marks at all. Either way though, none of their many pits could ever compare to Leslie's. His eyes shifted over to the sweat marks on the sleeves near the arm hole of Leslie's jersey. Damian knew that she easily sweated even with minimal movement, and this was something he loved about her.

Suddenly, Leslie's eyes suddenly darted upwards to look for Damian as if she sensed where his focus was. Even in the crowd she found him easily. Despite being popular due to her beauty, she was a great girlfriend. Loving him and accepting him with her heart she was also his biggest fan. Being as timid as he was, she saw him as a hidden gem that no one had found yet. She smiled at him. Her face glistened with sweat, yet she still looked so pretty. It was enough to make Damian's heart skip a beat. Everyone continued cheering for a bit, and then eventually the players all went into their respective locker rooms and the crowd eventually cleared up.

As the girls were changing, Patricia sang great praise for Leslie and her game winning spike. As she did, all the girls continued to praise their lead spiker. Then she made a small motivational speech to emphasize that they all won as a team and that every single one of them was important. It was this endearing personality that gave Patricia a bond with all the members. As they changed, she watched Leslie take off her sweaty clothing to reveal a sports bra underneath. As she raised her arms to remove the tie on her ponytail, Patricia couldn't help but notice the succulent, utterly perfect shape of Leslie's hollows. She wondered why Leslie always avoided wearing their sleeveless jerseys alone, and came to the conclusion that she just wasn't confident enough to do it. Being as caring as she was, she wished she could raise Leslie's self-esteem. Right as she thought of that, her phone vibrated, and what she read gave her an idea.