Jaco, the famed jazz bassist, couldn't take his eyes off of Ad, a 22-year-old brass player with a wild gesticulation and an infectious energy. As she spoke, he found himself stealing glances at her armpits, the damp fabric clinging to her skin in the humid club.
Ad noticed Jaco's frequent glances and raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. "Like what you see, Jaco?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Jaco blushed, caught off guard by Ad's directness. He stuttered, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "I-I was just admiring your... technique," he said lamely.
Ad laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Technique, huh?" she said, gesturing to her armpits. "More like you're trying to case the joint."
Jaco couldn't help but laugh at Ad's joke. He decided to be honest with her. "Okay, okay, you got me," he said. "I can't help but be drawn to your armpits. There's just something about them that I find incredibly alluring."
Ad was taken aback by Jaco's honesty, but she was intrigued. "Well, that's a new one," she said. "Most guys are all about the boobs or the butt. Armpits are a new one for me."
Jaco took a deep breath and went for it. "Can I... can I smell them?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ad was shocked, but she was also intrigued. She hesitated for a moment, then lifted her arm and offered it to Jaco. "Be my guest," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Jaco's face lit up as he leaned in and took a deep breath. He could hardly believe he was actually doing this. The scent was musky and salty, and Jaco found himself completely entranced.
Ad watched Jaco's reaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. She had never seen anyone get so turned on by something so... unusual.
Jaco pulled away, his eyes closed as he savored the scent. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ad watching him with a smirk on her face. "You're really into this, aren't you?" she said.
Jaco nodded, unable to speak. He was completely entranced by Ad's armpits.
Ad decided to take things to the next level. She leaned in and whispered in Jaco's ear. "How about a taste?" she said, her voice low and seductive.
Jaco's eyes widened as he realized what Ad was suggesting. He nodded eagerly, unable to believe his luck.
Ad laughed and leaned in, offering her armpit to Jaco. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and took a tentative lick. The taste was salty and musky, and Jaco found himself completely entranced.
He spent the rest of the night exploring Ad's armpits, completely entranced by their allure. The jazz club, once filled with the sounds of music and laughter, was now filled with the sounds of Jaco's exploration and Ad's soft moans.
As the night wore on, Jaco and Ad became lost in their own world, a world filled with the allure of armpits and the passion of jazz. It was a night they would never forget.
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