Page 2 of Truth Forever
“For fuck sake Truth, lurker much.” Gent came into view. Fully clothed and it hit me in a rush.
He hadn’t been fucking the girl whose ass I was drooling over, he had been tattooing it.
Shame hit me for a second, but the view was just too good to worry about how pervy I was being for long.
That fucking ass, man.
“Sorry man.” I held up my hands, palm outward and grinned at him. “I thought you were fucking….”
“So you came in here to watch?” He didn’t sound surprised or even disgusted just resigned.
“Watch?” The woman listed herself slightly off the table with her elbows. “I….” She sounded shocked, but there was a note of laughter in her voice that she couldn’t entirely hide. It just made me want to see her face more.
No one with an ass like that could have an ugly face… it just wouldn’t be fair.
“It’s just a tattoo, calm down brother.” Gents usually smooth face creased into lines. “I’ll get to you soon.”
I knew when I was being dismissed, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.
I needed to see her face.
It was like an overwhelming burning urge in my chest. I was on high alert, and I didn’t even know why.
“Can I see?” The words left my mouth in a rush. Normally people asked me that question. I hated it. And here I was asking some random woman if I could see what she was getting tattooed on her backside.
Gent groaned. “Jesus Truth, give the girl some privacy.” He barrelled around the bed, and I took a laughing step back. “Stop being such a bastard perv.”
“Ok, ok, I’m gone.” Grinning I winked at him. He didn’t even try to hide his returning smile now he knew his customer couldn’t see. My eyes asked a question silently. Hot?
He nodded his head vigorously, his answer as silent as my question.
Good, I retreated back to my seat. I knew she would be hot.
***
Hot didn’t even begin to cover it.
She wasn’t just hot; she was like a god damn angel. And she knew it.
I actually leant forward as she finally emerged from the back room ten minutes later, my eyes meandering up and down her tight body in a lazy way that usually made women go crazy.
She didn’t even bother glancing at me.
That suited me just fine, it gave me even more time to look at her. And I did look at her. The oversized shirt that looked suspiciously like a man’s that fell loosely over skin-tight jeans. She was the epitome of effortless sexy, right down to the thigh high no heeled boots that she wore.
“Put your tongue back in your head.” Roughly Gent cuffed at my shoulder. I hadn’t heard him follow her out.
Who the hell would notice that brute or anyone else when she was in the room?
“So do I get to see?”
Slowly she turned, a small line appearing between her eyebrows. “See?”
“Your tattoo?”
“Oh.” For a second, she just stared at me, her heart-shaped face unreadable. It was like she was debating with herself whether she should show me or not, and then she seemed to shake herself.
“Sure.” She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong.
