A Tattoo

Just above the hem of her shorts, there was part of a tattoo poking out.

Katie blushes at the question. "It's just a tattoo."

"You never told me I got a tattoo. Even after I showed you mine."

"I-- I just got it recently. I liked yours and so I got my own."

What it it?"

"Remember that time I told you how I got stung by a jellyfish and how it left the scars?

You nod.

"Well, I got a jellyfish on my hip, just to illustrate the story, you know?"

"That's awesome! Do you mind showing me?"

Katie blushed again and seemed to think it over. Soon enough she nodded. "Okay."

She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down to the floor right in front of you, causing you to blush, especially when you saw the sheer, though nearly opaque panties Katie was wearing. Her hand hooked under one side of the panties and pulled them up and to the side.

"Very nice," you say.

Katie stands the for a few moments more as you observe the tattoo, though you are having a hard time focusing, and not admiring her perfect skin, or the firm curve of her butt.

"You like," Katie asks.

"Yes, definitely, it was a great choice for a tattoo."

"I meant my ass," she says crassly, turning her back to you.