I was wandering around in my favorite discount department store doing some miscellaneous shopping. Of course, as is my usual modus operandi, I was also perusing the lovely ladies as I went, mostly looking for the nice round bottoms and/or the heavy bulbous breasts that turn me on.

I was in the seasonal Valentine's aisles when I spotted her. At first it was just a flash of skin that attracted me because she was wearing dull black pants and a dull black jacket, neither of which were particularly attractive. I did a double-take and sure enough, she bent forward to look at something on the shelf so that her blouse and jacket pulled upward several inches, leaving her lower back bare, an always intriguing scene.

No, that is not quite correct. The bare back statement, that is. On closer examination, I noticed her back was not bare but was covered by some sort of broad tattoo. I immediately turned down the aisle and slowly moved toward her, keeping my eyes on her lower back.

She didn't pay me any attention, other than to move a little closer to the displays to let me pass behind her. I dawdled, trying to make out the content of the tattoo but by then she was standing upright again and most of it was covered. I was disappointed and slowly kept moving, pretending to look at the goods on the shelves.

Frequently glancing back at her, I could see enough to tell that she was probably a good 30 years younger than me. She was nicely built although not outstanding. Her tits were modest sized while her ass seemed to be well-shaped but not large.

I had almost reached the end of the aisle when I made up my mind. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity by being too bashful. Purposefully I strode back to where she was standing, moving as if to pass behind her. However I stopped right behind her.

"Excuse me," I said in a voice she could hear but would not carry through the store. "I noticed your back tattoo but couldn't tell what it is. Would you mind if I look at it?"

When I first started talking, she flashed me a big smile that showed two rows of pearly white teeth. She was even younger than I had imagined, probably early twenties, with a very cute face. Her response to my question was to grab her jacket and t-shirt and lift them up. Part of the image of a beautiful multi-colored butterfly came into view, spread across about eight inches of her flawlessly smooth skin.

I could see most of the image but not the lower portion. Taking the elastic waistband of her pants in my hands, I pulled her pants down about two or three inches... enough to see the entire tattoo, enough to see the upper part of a black string thong. Enough to see the beginning of the split in her buttocks!

I figured she would yell at me for moving her pants... but she didn't. She stood there and let me look. Without releasing her pants, my right index finger traced some of the lines of the butterfly and I told her that it was beautiful work, a very attractive image. I stared and traced for a good two minutes before she made a motion to pulled her clothes back together so, like a gentleman, I eased her pants back up and thanked her for letting me see.

She turned back to her shopping and I slowly walked back up the aisle. However just before I got to the end again, another thought struck me and I retraced my steps. When I was behind her again, I said in a whisper, "Lucky is the guy who gets to know that butterfly intimately."

She turned to me and actually blushed, managing to stammer out a, "Thank you," with a knowing smile.

I returned the smile, ducked my head and started to step away once more, but her hand shot out and grabbed my forearm. I stopped and turned back to her.

She whispered, "Does that mean you'd like to get to know it better?"

I nodded my head vigorously, "Don't I wish!"

"So what if you could?"

"I would be ecstatic."

"But what would you do?"

"Well... I think I'd first like to use my tongue."

"Where?"

"All over that tattoo."

"Oh. Is that all?"

'Well... not if I had my 'druthers.'"

"So, what then?"

"I'd lick all over that pretty ass."

"Oh, really?" She edged closer. "And?"

"Then right down the center."

"With your tongue?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"Play ping-pong."

"You mean... in and out?"

"Oh, yes."

"What if it goes inside?"

"So... what if it goes inside? That's part of the idea."

"Oh! You're kidding me, right?"

"No."

"You mean... you would actually stick your tongue in my ass?"

"Yes... and love every second of it."

"Ooooh, that sounds... , " she shuddered, smiling as if lost in thought, "wicked."

"Sort of but oh-so-fun."

"Really? And you'd do that to me?"

"In an instant. Want me to show you?"

"Here?"

"No... would you go to my place?"

"That's all you're going to do?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to."

"But you will... do that?"

"Absolutely!"

"Let's go!"

She pushed her basket to one side, I left my few items in the same basket, and led her to my car. It was less than a two mile drive to my house and nothing was said on the way. I wondered if she was in the process of changing her mind. However when I parked and went around the car to open the door for her, she was already outside and waiting for me to enter the house.

She followed me through the living room, up the stairway and into my bedroom and by the time I turned to welcome her, she had discarded her jacket and was pulling her t-shirt over her head. She was not wearing a bra and her tits, probably a full B cup or a small C cup, looked so inviting.

I stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and was taking off my pants while she drop-kicked her pants into a chair and pushed her thong to the floor. There was a look of lust on her face and she was anxious to find out if I was lying or not.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

I pointed to the side of the bed, "Just lean over and spread your legs."

I dropped a thick pillow on the floor right behind her and knelt on it. With only her hands on the bed, she was almost upright. I caught her hips and leaned forward, letting my tongue graze the colorful butterfly image. Around and around I went, roughly tracing the outline of the creature, covering a major portion of her lower back. Slowly I narrowed the wet ovals until my tongue had covered the entire image.

I began lapping back and forth, gradually moving lower and lower. She crossed her arms and rested her head in her hands, lifting her ass in the air. I licked across her buns, covering all of the soft tanned flesh, until my fingers eased her cheeks apart. I slipped my tongue into her crevice, changing to an up and down motion, first one side and then the other. She shivered with anticipation and little sounds came from her mouth, almost like a mouse squeaking, as I washed her entire anal valley.

She eventually put her face on the mattress and reached behind her, gripping her buttocks with both hands and pulling them as wide apart as possible. By then, I was at her core and began to play a little tap dance on the puckered covering of her anus. The squeaks became soft moans and several times, she inched her feet further apart, trying to give me better access to her ass.