This story is written in 4 parts, each part from the perspective of a different character. It was going to be all in one part from one perspective, but I realized while I was writing what is now part 3 that there were details that couldn’t be included from that character’s perspective. Hopefully it’s not too confusing to follow!
— Part One —
When she walked through the door, I had to struggle not to let my jaw hit the floor. At 5’5”, she was a petite goddess. The hint of strawberry colour in her pin-straight blonde hair set off her green eyes, and her C-cup breasts accented her small frame. The tank top she wore didn’t do much to hide them either, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.
There wasn’t very much exciting about my job – I was the sole attendant at a small-town museum – so I never passed up an opportunity to flirt when a beautiful girl came in. Girls usually didn’t mind it either – many a girl has described my 6’2” toned, muscular body as “hot”.
“Hey,” I said to the girl as I regained my composure. “How’s it going?”
“Not too bad,” she said. “My family’s having a picnic at the park across the street, and I had to escape for a while.”
“Ah, fair enough,” I replied. “Are you interested in history?”
“Not really,” she said, “but my choices were this or the little kids playground.”
I chuckled a bit. “Well, I think you made the right decision. Can I show you around?”
“I’d like that,” she replied with an impish grin.
She introduced herself as Stephanie, and I told her I was Jake. We then walked around the museum for a bit, not really paying attention to any of the displays. We mostly made small talk, until we found ourselves back at the front entrance. “Well, there you have it, that’s our little museum,” I said jokingly, as she hadn’t really seen much. “Feel free to take a pin or a temporary tattoo from the table there,” I said as I pointed at the table with souvenirs on it.
“Hmm, I just might,” she said. “I’ve always wanted a maple leaf tramp stamp,” she said playfully.
“Don’t you think you’ll have trouble reaching to apply it though?” I asked just as playfully.
“Maybe,” she replied. “Think you could give me a hand?”
“I’m sure that could be arranged,” I grinned. I took her by the hand and led her to the deserted staff room. In the middle of the room there was a large conference table that was used for board meetings. “Why don’t you lie down on that table, and I’ll get a wet cloth to put this on with?”
“Alright,” she said.
I went into the staff washroom and took a cloth from the drawer under the sink. I wet it with water from the tap, and went back to the staff room. I was greeted by Stephanie’s pert ass, still clothed, sticking up from the table. Her head was away from the bathroom door, so I was able to sneak up behind her and put a hand on her ass. She jumped a bit from the touch.
“You scared me!” She exclaimed playfully.
“Sorry, “ I replied. “I think I’ll have to get these out of the way though!” I pulled a little bit on the waist of her shorts.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to get water on them,” Stephanie replied.
I pulled her shorts down off of her ass, revealing a sheer pair of black boyshorts. I slid them down too, exposing two flawless tanned mounds of skin. I let my hands brush over them as I pulled her tank top up a bit, and she shivered as I did.
I placed the tattoo on her lower back, just above her beautiful ass, then picked up the damp cloth. “This might be a little cold,” I warned her.
“Well I guess if it is, you’ll just have to warm me up after,” she said, more seductive than playful now.