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By Kevin McLean
This is one of my experiences that might not be pleasant to other people but which I found terribly sexy and it turned me on to no end.
On my second trip to Europe I was riding the Paris Metro and as stuffy and stale as those subways are, it is a lot worse in the summer. It is not surprising that Parisians leave town during those hot months of the year. However, there are a few that do remain and some who are just blue collar workers and have to rely on public transportation.
The train came and there was a crowd of people waiting on the platform; I was almost carried as I felt my feet leave the ground and found myself inside the wagon; as the train began to move there was a jolt and I had to hold on for dear life. It was one of those situations that could be considered sardines in a can time.
But when I got a grip of the vertical pole I looked at the guy next to me and he was incredibly handsome. He had obviously just gotten off work and you could tell that he was wearing the badge of a hard day’s toil. But as if that wasn’t enough, I noticed that he was wearing a white t-shirt that was somewhat soiled but from my position I could see right through the sleeve his hairy armpit.
No, it wasn’t at all bushy nor was it black the way I like them but what it did have was an alluring masculine smell I could appreciate from where I was which wasn’t more than 9 inches away. He looked at me and smiled. Parisians don’t ordinarily smile at strangers so I thought it was odd. What I do think is that he busted me looking into his shirt because he then changed his grip to hold on to the top rail and not the same vertical bar which I was holding on to also.
Now I had an even better view and he even got closer and his macho smell was giving me an erection. I breathed deeply, taking in all that masculinity and momentarily closed my eyes when the train came to an abrupt stop. This caused me to sway and I was impaled right into his underarm. I just don’t know what came over him but he freed his other arm and actually pushed my head right into his pits with pressure so I could take it all in.
This didn’t last very long because the rest of the passengers would have noticed but his holding the back of my head and pushing me into his pits was deliberate and I knew then he knew what I liked. Nothing else happened as he didn’t even speak to me but got off and as he did so he threw a kiss at me.
Boy, at that point, I wish I had studied my French in high school a lot more earnestly because at the very least I could have talked to the guy if not downright seduced him. This incident left me so horny that instead of going to Trocadero I changed trains and went to the sauna instead where I am happy to report I did find one dude that was scrumptious with hairy pits who loved for me to lick them. He had an unusual cock but it was large and bent and he made no secret that he wanted to fuck me all along.
SOME PHOTOS COURTESY OF
http://sweatypitlover.tumblr.com/
FOLLOWING ARE SOME OF THE HOT ARMPIT EATING PICTURES I LIKE, AS WELL AS SOME MOIST ONES
SOURCES: http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/europe/paris2.shtml
http://www.focus.com/fyi/worst-commutes-world/
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