Ariana's Kitty

Josh's fingers curled tighter around the waistband of her tight blue shorts. He pulled slowly, gently, the fabric resisting at first before sliding down over the swell of her hips.

And then he saw it.

Smooth, tanned skin. The gentle curve of her lower back giving way to the round, perfect globes of her buttocks. No tan lines. Not a single pale strip interrupting the even, golden bronze.

"Whoa," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

"What?" Ariana asked innocently, though he could hear the smile in her voice.

"You... you have no t-tan lines."

"Mhm."

"You sunbathe naked, Ari?"

She laughed, a light, musical sound. "Of course I do. You think I want weird white stripes on my body?" She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her hair falling across her face. "It's more comfortable that way. Besides..." Her voice dropped to a teasing lilt. "You should try it sometime. It's liberating."

"I... I don't..."

"Maybe we can do it together," she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "Sunscreen is hard to reach on your own back. And my... well, my behind." She wiggled her hips meaningfully. "It would be nice to have someone to help me rub it in. Someone with strong hands."

Josh made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

"Keep pulling," she reminded him. "You're not finished yet."

He tugged again, and the shorts slid further down, revealing more of her. The full, round curves of her buttocks, the way they dimpled slightly at the very bottom where they met her thighs. He stared at the soft, perfect flesh, his mouth dry.

Finally, with one last pull, the shorts dropped to her ankles.

And there it was.

From behind, he could see everything. The cleft between her cheeks. And lower, just visible between her slightly parted thighs, the dark, trimmed but natural triangle of hair at the apex of her legs. Her pussy, half-hidden but unmistakably there.

Josh forgot how to breathe.

Ariana stepped out of the shorts, kicking them aside with one foot. Then, with deliberate, unhurried grace, she turned around to face him.

His eyes dropped instinctively. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her thighs touching from knee to top. All he could see was the dense, dark bush of her pubic hair—thick, untamed, a stark contrast to her tanned skin.

"See something you like?" she asked, her voice soft and amused.

He couldn't answer. His eyes were glued to that dark triangle, his imagination running wild with what lay just behind it.

"Eyes up here, Josh," she teased, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He **** his gaze upward, meeting her eyes. She was grinning, full of mischief and confidence.

"Good boy," she said. "Now. Let's begin your first lesson."