Singer Paula Cole is most famous for two things: that damned Dawson's Creek theme song . . . and her hairy armpits! I'm not much of a fan of Paula Cole's music (especially that fucking "I Don't Wanna Wait" song!), but I'm a huge fan of her furry pits! If you haven't already guessed by now, I have an extreme hairy armpit fetish. And Paula Cole satisfies my fetish to a tee! Or at least she does in my fantasies. That is, until recently when I got the chance to actually live out my fantasy with the one and only hairy-armpitted Paula Cole herself. No shit.
What happened was a friend of mine gave me a pair of tickets to her show that he wasn't able to use because his girlfriend--who was, of course, the one who wanted to actually see the show--got sick and couldn't go to the show. Anyway, I wound up selling one of the tickets and was about to sell the other when when I figured what the hell and went to the concert. I thought maybe if I sat close enough to the stage while she was performing I could get a good enough look at those famously furry armpits of her since she's known to raise her arms a lot during her concerts. And, I'll be damned, she didn't disappoint at this show! By the end of the show, my dick was so hard from staring at her pits that I would have to get some kind or release or die!
But, like the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for!
I was walking around in a daze around that concert hall with the image of Paula Cole's hairy armpits burned into my brain when I saw something I didn't expect to see: Paula Cole was sitting at a table giving out autographs to people just a few feet away from me. I couldn't believe it! I got in line--which was, as one might guess, mostly female--and waited to get Paula Cole's autograph . . . and mainly to get an even closer look at those armpits! By the time I got up to the table she was sitting behind, my dick was so damn hard and was throbbing in my pants so damn much that I honestly thought I was going to spontaneously combust! Anyway, Paula greeted me with the same politeness that she greeted her other mostly female fans with as I stepped up to the table and kindly asked her for her autograph. After remarking how good it was to see some men at her show, she hastily wrote down her name no a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"Thank you," she said to me with what sounded like a genuine appreciation.
Anyway, I took the paper from her . . . but not before I snuck a peek at those exposed armpits! She was wearing one of those sleeveless tops that left her midriff showing, so it made taking a peek a little bit easier. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but the tugging boner in my pants made being sneaky a little bit tougher. And, yeah, she caught me looking. She gave me a funny look, then she glanced at her armpit and then back at me. She was still holding out the slip of paper with her autograph scribbled on it and I was about to take it from her and get the hell out of Dodge as fast as I could before she called security on me. But, before I could grab hold of the paper, she yanked it away from me and said, "Hold on just a minute."
She flipped the paper over and started scribbling something else on the back. She finished writing and handed the paper back to me. She was giving me this weird grin as I took the paper from her. I thanked her, turned around and got out of there about as fast as my legs would take me; again, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible which is again pretty difficult when you got a humongous woody trying to stick out of your pants! I got outside the coliseum and tried to catch my breath.
I held the note up I had crumbled up in my hand that Miss Cole had written for me, but my hands were shaking so bad from being so nervous--not to mention embarrassed--at what just happened back there between Paula and myself that I could barely read the damn thing. But then I just figured Paula had wrote me a message telling me to go fuck myself--which I had every intention on doing when I got home, by the way!--for staring at her armpits in such a lewd way. Oh well, I thought to myself, at least I had the memories of those luscious pits to whack off to whenever I wanted! But then I read her note and I thought I was going to cream my shorts right there! The note Paula had given me was an invitation to her tour bus later on after she finished signing autographs and what not. At first, I thought it was a joke and that maybe she'd have her security guard or maybe one of her bull dyke lesbian fans beat the shit out of me for daring to stare at her armpits in such a lewd way. But I was such an armpit fiend, I was so in love with Paula Cole's armpits, that I was willing to take the chance.
I went to her tour bus once the crowd died down and was surprised to find her already waiting for me on the bus. She told me to come on in, and, as I entered the bus, I looked around to see if she had some goon waiting in there to pounce on me. She noticed what I was doing and assured me there was no one else on the bus but us. I sat down next to her on this small brown leather couch in her bus. We engaged in some small talk for a couple of minutes then she got down to business as she asked me straight out, "Why were you staring at my armpits back at the table?"
