The Beat Meet
Keywords: The, Beat, Meet,
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"You have more than one?"
"Oh yeah – I have three – this one, one on my ankle and one…"
She caught herself and looked a little uncertain.
I threw caution to the wind.
"One where?"
"Um..." she giggled…"it's kind of hidden."
"Oh really?" I asked, snickering.
She was blushing I noticed. Her face was pink. But she quickly recovered, and looked me in the eyes.
"Want to see it?"
It was a challenge.
"Want to show it?"
She looked around the loading bay, then she looked inside the half-filled storage bin. She looked back at me, and motioned for me to follow her.
She stepped inside the storage bin and walked up to the row of boxes we had most recently piled up. I mutely followed her in and took up a position leaning against the door frame, inside the big wood box.
She smiled at me, and reached down to unbutton her jeans. My mouth felt as dry as a desert and that my cock was stiffening. I looked up at her face for a moment, and she was looking directly at me with a crooked smile.
I looked back down – her jeans were unbuttoned. I could her flat white stomach where her shirt had risen up and the top of her black panties under the fly of her jeans. Trish's fingers were hooked in the waistband of her jeans, preparing to pull them down.
"Boy – that tattoo must be well hidden" I croaked. It was the best I could do under the circumstances.
"Don – you have no idea" she laughed.
She kicked off her sneakers, which tumbled onto the floor of the storage bin, louder than I expected. I started to wonder about Wayne, but guessed that he was probably stoned in the office. Then, lifting each leg, without taking her eyes off of me, she pulled her jeans down and kicked them away.
Her black panties were cut high on her hips, and hugged her tightly. I stared at the outline of her mound. My cock was pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.
"So, is the tattoo on your butt?" I ventured, still playing along.
She giggled. "Nope. Any other guesses?"
"Turn around for me," I said, motioning with my finger in a circle.
She obliged, slowly turning a full circle. Her ass was high and tight inside the panties, and her legs were as white as her arms and long. And they were unmarked by any tattoos except a small flower by her ankle.
"Wow" was all I could manage.
She smiled. "Thank you"
"No - thank YOU."
"Did you see the tattoo?"
"Um, no, I kind of forgot to look. I did see the one on your ankle though!"
"Well, it's kind of hard to see – you have to come closer."
I walked up to her – we were the closest we'd been all day. I was standing in front of her looking down into her eyes, which I noticed for the first time were hazel. She looked up at me.
"You'll never see it from up there," she said, and put her hands on my shoulders.
I almost fainted from the touch – it was so surprising.
She pushed down on my shoulders gently, and my knees gave way. I found myself kneeling on her crumpled jeans, looking at the waistband of her panties.
As I breathed in, I caught her scent – musky and a little sweaty. I breathed in deeply.
"You should take those off" she suggested.
I reached up with my hands, which I had forgotten were my own, and grasped her hips. I felt her cool skin and the material of her panties under my hands, and crooked my fingers under the waistband. I ran my fingers under the waistband until they spanned her hips and my pinkies rested on her ass. Then I started to pull them down.
Her dark pubic unfurled in front of my face as the panties came down. She had a dark matted patch in a perfect triangle shape, and as I pulled her panties down further, I saw the tops of her lips come into view.
Then I began to notice shapes under the hair and around it. A blue and green vine wound its way under her bush and out of the sides of the triangle. Tendrils crept down where her thighs began and as I pulled her panties down to her knees, I noticed that they crept under her.
Her fragrance was all around me now. She had kept her hands on my shoulders through all of this and now she pushed down with one hand as she lifted a leg to reach down and pull her panties off with the other hand. Then the hands switched and the panties were gone. In the process of lifting her legs, I watched as her lips parted. Her lips were bare of any hair, and were slightly swollen. The vines, I noticed, were on her outer lips as well – very fine lines of verdant growth. There were traces of moisture on her inner lips. I leaned in closer, inhaling her scent, and stuck out my tongue.
I tilted my face up, reaching for the lines of her tattoo with the tip of my tongue. I was spellbound, tracing the lines up, back, down and around and under, tasting her. She spread her legs wider to give me better access, and I found myself tracing a line to the bottom of her pussy then around and under to her ass, where I found more vines. I reached my hands up behind her to grab her cheeks, feeling their cool weight in my palms and under my fingers. I squeezed, and pulled them apart, looking for tattooed vines . Amazed, I followed a line to her asshole with my tongue. The pigment from the tattoo ended where the pucker of her asshole began. I lingered there, my stiff tongue probing upwards, pursing my lips around her hole. I could feel her bearing down on my tongue and heard her breathing becoming more ragged. I took one hand from her ass, feeling her ass cheek press against my face as it lost my hand's support. I reached under her and cupped her pussy, slipping a finger between her lips. She was slippery, and she started to rock up and down rhythmically, driving my tongue further into her ass as she rubbed her clit against my hand. She tasted amazing – sweaty, salty and a little dirty. I had never rimmed anyone before, and I was loving it. I felt like I was going to cum in my jeans.
Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. I kept my hand on her pussy, but I must have looked awfully strange with my face pointed up where her ass had been, my tongue out and face wet with my saliva and her sweat.
She looked down at me and smiled.
"Like the tattoo?"
I laughed – "Yeah – but it must have hurt like a bitch!"
"You wouldn't believe it…like I said, it was a phase."
"Well, it tasted good," I said, smiling.
"Your tongue feels amazing" she replied, still looking down at me, "but I need more."
"More what?" I asked – somehow all of the blood in my brain had gone to my cock, so I wasn't thinking straight.
"More of you…in me"
"Ohhhh, more of me, in you – I understand."
She walked to one of her boxes, labeled "Bathroom" in thick black marker.
She ripped it open, and started rummaging through it. I admired her half-naked body as she did so, leaning over the box, and walked over to her. I positioned myself behind her, my hard cock pressing through my jeans into the cleft of her ass. I slid my hands under her shirt and up her front. I felt her ribs with my fingers, then her bra. She was pushing back against my cock, but still moving things around in the box. I started licking the back of her neck, and running my tongue around the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She sighed a bit, and leaned back towards me. My hands cupped her breasts under her bra. She reached a hand behind her and up the back of her shirt, fiddling with the clasp, and soon had it undone. I pushed her bra up and away from her breasts and let her breasts fill my hands, her hard nipples cool against my fingers. I opened my fingers to clasp the nipples, and gently pinched them, feeling the weight of the breasts and the soft skin in my palms. Trish started grinding back harder against my cock, then pulled away…
"I know they're in here somewhere!" she cried, frantically pulling makeup and tampon boxes out of the box and dropping them on the floor.
"Ah – here they are!" she exclaimed, pulling out a purple box of Trojans. She pulled a row of condoms out, and brought the top packed up to her lips. She grasped the foil in her teeth and pulled with her hand, then turned around, triumphantly holding a naked condom between her fingers – the top of the foil wrapper between her lips.
"Good thing we met in a storage bin…" I said
"mmm hmm" she replied, and then reached down to my jeans.
I watched as she flicked open the buttons of my fly, then pulled down my jeans by the sides. I was ready to cum, I thought, and started thinking of anything I could to avoid it. My wife came to mind readily – a momentary flash of guilt eased the urgency, but I managed to suppress it. "I deserve this" I said – thinking that my shrink might be on to something – if you say it enough…I don't think he meant this though.
She pulled down my boxer briefs next. Her fingers lightly brushed my legs as she disrobed me. My cock sprang free, and she slid her fingers back up the front of my thighs, until her hands met by balls. She cupped them in one hand, still holding the condom between her fingers, and her other hand formed and "O" around the base of my cock, her fingers cool and dry. She slid her hand up. A moan escaped my lips. I realized I had not breathed in a while, and took in a long breath, standing stock still, not wanting this to end. As her fingers reached the tip of my cock, she reversed, and her hand slid back down.
Without a word, she bent her knees and knelt in front of me. Eyeing me, she stuck out her tongue, and while her hand moved deftly up and down and her other hand pulled gently on my balls, she leaned in to lick the cleft of my cock, her tongue pointing straight out and hard.
"God" was all I could manage.
"You're going to make me cum like that" I warned her.
She didn't say a word, then opened her mouth and took me in. Her mouth was wet and warm and soft, her lips circling me and her tongue brushing against the crown of my cock. Then almost as soon as she had started, she stopped, and pulled her head back. She brought the condom up, and quickly rolled it down my cock to the base.
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Keywords: The, Beat, Meet,