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Keisha Ioane flung open the glass door and hurried inside Sacred Tatau, hoping to quickly grab a bottle of foaming cleanser and head out to run the rest of her errands before the afternoon rain forecast caught up with her. She foolishly neglected to purchase it earlier in the week after getting her newest thigh tattoo, or “malu” as it’s called in the Samoan language.

Being half-Samoan herself, her late father an immigrant from the island of Upolu and her mother a Black woman from Tampa where Keisha was born, raised, and still lived, she had all the time wanted to add a malu to her body art. She was already decorated in numerous, colorful designs dedicated to her mother’s culture, and she wanted to finally honor her father’s. It took her a while to discover an artist who specialized in Samoan tribal tattoos, and she was ecstatic when she learned that there was one right down the road from her.

She didn’t expect the ink to be such a painful process, however, as the series of tiny, intricate ‘alu’alu and fa’aulutao wrapped around her right thigh took three agonizing hours to draw onto her skin. Keisha wasn’t usually needle shy, but this tattoo tested her limits. It itched like hell, too, as it healed and she desperately wanted relief, hoping the cleanser would do the trick.

The woman at the front desk kindly greeted her as she walked in, letting her know she’d be right with her after she finished helping the tall man in front of her. Keisha didn’t mean to stare at him, even though he couldn’t see her with his back facing her, but she had a feeling he was hella handsome as he loomed over the counter, his silky, wavy, black hair styled into a mullet fade that almost touched his broad, light brown shoulders. He looked lean but strong, like he worked out often, his arms muscular and covered in Samoan tattoos. She couldn’t help but notice he also had a cute, firm butt in his snug, black joggers.

He chatted with the greeter for about five minutes after she bagged up his products. Normally Keisha would be rolling her eyes as she wanted to be in and out, but she was enjoying the view. When he said thanks to her and turned around, Keisha’s intuition was correct. He was gorgeous, his oval-shaped face angular with dark brown eyes, a button nose, and full lips surrounded by a trimmed, salt-and-pepper mustache and beard. He went to head out of the shop but stopped in his tracks when he saw her gawking at him. Keisha felt like she was blushing from getting caught, but her golden brown skin wouldn’t show it. He shot her a warm smile, giving her a tantalizing once-over before their eyes met again.

“Oh, my bad. Didn’t mean to hold you up,” he said. His deep voice was suave and friendly. She saw a peak of his gold bottom teeth grillz as he spoke. She found them sexy as they added to his already handsome smile.

“You good. I’m not in a rush,” Keisha lied a little, flipping a few of her long, white blonde box braids over her shoulder. She noticed his eyes lingered on her bare, slender thighs in her mini, high-waisted denim shorts, making her feel a bit hot under his gaze.

“Ay, I like your ink,” he said, pointing at her malu. “Just got it done?”

“Yeah, a few days ago. How could you tell?” she replied sarcastically. Her malu was slightly red from the needle, as well as her fighting and failing not to scratch at it. He chuckled lightly before he lifted one of the legs of his joggers, revealing a glossy, dark-shaded tribal tattoo that wound around his shin and saying, “Got this a week ago.”

“Wow, that’s really dope,” she said, observing the detailing on the shark teeth. She then twisted to the right and tapped the tattoo on her left shoulder of a deep-skin-toned black woman with yellow and orange sunflowers as her afro, her nude body making up a full sleeve on her arm. “Finally got her colored in a few weeks ago,” she added.

“That’s fire. You tatted up, I see,” he whistled.

“Hey, you can’t see ’em all…” she said quietly, her plump lips curling into a slick smile.

“Oh, there’s more, huh?” He bit his bottom lip, studying her in her lavender spaghetti strap tank top that showed off her slight cleavage and slim waist. She liked that she captured his attention because he certainly had hers.

“You wanna see or somethin’…?” she teased, playfully putting her hands on her hips. She wasn’t shy about coming on to a beautiful stranger, especially one who seemed to be coming on to her. She wanted to see how his tattoos clung to his body that she could tell was toned beneath his red muscle t-shirt.

“Hey, I’m a gentleman,” he replied, holding his hands up but flashing her an impish smirk. “I’d like to see you later, though, if you’re free. I’m in town for the night and I wanna take you to dinner if that’s cool with you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said. “I’m Keisha, by the way.”

“My name’s Josh. Nice to meet you, Keisha.” His sexy voice and smile were already working magic on her. He slipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his cell phone, asking to swap numbers and set a time to meet up this evening.

“See you at nine,” he said, extending one of his large hands toward her. She took it, her hand appearing tiny in his, and he shook it before bringing it to his lips and planting a light kiss on her knuckles like the gentleman he said he was. His touch was warm and his soft lips on her skin made Keisha think of other places she suddenly wanted to feel them.

Josh gave her one more grin before he breezed past her and left the tattoo shop. She felt herself smiling big as she finally approached the greeter who witnessed the entire encounter.

“Enjoy your date later,” she said in a singsong voice as she handed Keisha her checkout bag.

“Oh, I will,” she replied with a smirk. She hadn’t planned on going out tonight, but since it was with someone as tall, dark, and handsome as Josh, Keisha didn’t mind being up all night.

……

The night sky drizzled rain that tapped at the window as Keisha sat across from Josh inside Luv Child. He scored cool points for choosing a cozy, tropical restaurant that she never visited before, telling her it was one of his favorite places to eat at when he was in Tampa. He got bonus points for recommending the best piña colada daiquiri she ever tasted. As she took another long, yummy sip, she soaked in how dapper he looked tonight.

She gave him all the points for dressing up for their date, sporting an expensive-looking black blazer over a black v-neck shirt that he tucked into ash-gray slacks. All of it was form-fitting and showed off his muscles underneath, tempting her to reach across the table and run her hands along his torso to feel his hard body. Or maybe that was the second daiquiri doing its job on her, loosening her up and making her want to act out.

Thankfully she wasn’t alone as Josh was on his second Mai Tai, gazing back at her as he licked his lips and said, “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“Yeah, you did. But I don’t mind hearin’ it one more time,” Keisha replied and he giggled smoothly.

“You look beautiful, Keisha,” he said on command, his voice low and sultry. It made her heart pound. His eyes held hers for a long moment after he spoke before they briefly dropped to her cleavage–or perhaps to her small red heart with a lifeline tattoo beneath her right collarbone–through the cutout in her white choker neck mini dress. She recognized the wolfish glimmer in his eyes, the naughty thoughts behind them. She would bet money he was thinking about squeezing her breasts in his hands and then putting his mouth on them…because she was thinking about the same thing.

“Thank you…so do you,” she said softly. Keisha wasn’t sure how forward she should be about her growing intentions to see him naked, especially since she was pretty sure her confidence to ask was fueled by the daiquiris. Yet she was certain he felt the same way as they talked over dinner about the events of their afternoons and the meanings of their tattoos, the mutual desire to see the ones hidden behind their clothes coded in their words. When she told him about the bat wings tattoo on her lower back, Josh’s eyes lit up again.

“It’s not fresh ink, is it? Or else I can’t hug you good night…” he said after he swallowed a bite of his steak.

“Just a hug, huh?” Keisha let slip under her breath as she raked her fork through her yellow rice.

“Maybe a kiss, too, if I’m lucky,” Josh said. She grinned at him, knowing full well she’d give him that and more as soon as he dropped the gentleman act.

Yet he was the real deal, Keisha realized, as he paid the bill for their drinks and food, and held the door open for her as they left. He even draped his jacket over her shoulders when she shook a little from the cool, post-rainfall breeze. Despite the weather, they decided to stroll through Hyde Park and enjoy more of each other’s business for the evening.

She was wildly impressed to learn that the world knew him as Jey Uso as he was a pro wrestler with WWE–that would explain his above-average height and incredible physique, she thought–and that he often touched down in Tampa on his off days to visit his family here. He was thrilled to learn that she was starting her malu journey, asking her if she planned to get more and catch up with him and his ten tribal tattoos.

“Eventually. This one hurt more than I thought it would…but I usually don’t mind pain,” she replied in a small voice. At the same time, their hands brushed together for the third time as they walked. Keisha swore she felt her skin tingle from the contact, and when he laced his fingers through hers, the tingles shot up her arm. She glanced up at him and he gazed down at her with his gorgeous, deep brown eyes, that lusty look in them again as he felt it, too.

“You seem like the kinda woman who likes a gentle touch,” Josh said, his thumb caressing hers as he held her hand.

“I can be full of surprises…” Keisha said as they neared a dark alley in between two restaurants. The wondered ran through her mind for a second before she decided to act on it. Feeling her head swim and her heart race, she tugged him into the shadows and threw her arms over his shoulders, pulling their bodies close together. “I want to kiss you,” she whispered, their lips an inch aside.

She scanned Josh’s face for any sign that she was doing too much, but then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He slipped his hands onto her petite waist, his grip on her firm but his mouth delicate as he kissed her unhurriedly like he wanted to savor the moment. The sensual swirl of emotions it sent through her made Keisha’s body shiver on his.

Time seemed to stand still as they took their time making out, Josh at some point pushing Keisha up against one of the building’s brick walls and carefully grabbing her thigh beneath her malu to put on his waist. She barely noticed the irritation of her tattoo anymore as she got caught up in other sensations: his hot, strong body on hers and his thick dick growing hard, nudging the mound of her pussy behind her thong. It made a moan escape from her lips as she imagined him pulling it out and sliding it inside her right where they stood. Josh’s breath was warm on her neck as he kissed her there, groaning back to her as he grinded his dick on her like he was ready to do exactly that.

Yet the trickle of returning rain that swiftly turned into a cold downpour broke the spell they were under. They pulled back from each other but didn’t make a run for cover. Instead, they started giggling with each other.

“Maybe the universe is tryna tell us we need to chill out,” Josh said halfheartedly as he reached for his blazer still on her shoulders and pulled it over her head to keep the rain off her already-drenched braids.

“Do we?” Keisha said and put her arms back around his neck. Her body was still trembling from his touch, not just the rain, and she knew exactly how she wanted to warm up. She got on her tiptoes in her strappy, white stilettos and brought her lips to his ear. “Do you want me?” she asked in a desperate whisper.

“…You know I do,” he whispered back and she could hear the desperation in his voice, too.

“I want you, too.” She brought her hand to his chest, his shirt soggy from the rain, and ran it down his body until her fingertips soothed over his dick still hard in his slacks. He twitched slightly from her touch as her fingers closed around it, rubbing his thickness in her hand.

“Let’s go to your hotel,” she cooed in his ear and he agreed with a moan. Before the weather changed, she craved something dirty and quick. But as they stood in the rain, his arms hanging around her as he held her close and kissed her, it made her want more of this, something tender and imploring.

They finally ducked inside the café to the left of the alley to dry off as best as they could and wait on the Uber that he ordered for them. The place was warm and smelled like caramel coffee as Josh pulled her into his lap in one of the booths, helping her gently wring the water out of her braids with paper napkins from the dispenser on the table. When they figured out it was a lost cause, he put his arms around her again in an attempt to keep her warm. Keisha felt a few butterflies flutter in her stomach. It felt like Josh was her makeshift boyfriend for the night. She never encountered a man as sweet as him for what would essentially be a one night stand.

And as he led her into his luxurious hotel suite, he kept up the charm. She saw him disappear into the bathroom to heat the shower for her, calling over his shoulder that he’d go after her. But Keisha didn’t want to waste water or any more time. When he came back with a fluffy, white robe in his hands for her, he froze as he watched her make a show of slowly rolling her damp dress up her curves and over her head. She liked how his eyes followed every inch of her as she pulled her thong down and let it fall around her ankles, slipping off her heels and unhooking her bra to let her small, perky breasts spill out.

“Oh, wow…” Josh sighed as she stood naked in front of him.

“Now, you,” Keisha said with a smirk. He let out a sly chuckle before he licked his lips and he followed suit, peeling off his shirt and pants, and stepping out of his black high-top Nikes. Just as she suspected, his body was unreal. His tribal tattoos covered his chest, arms, and legs, and his taut abs were touched with a little hair that led to his girthy, deep brown dick hanging between his muscular thighs.

As they admired one another, it was like a magnet pulled them together as they both took a step closer at the same time and clung to each other. Josh’s hands slid down her back and squeezed her round butt as Keisha fondled the sides of his face. He kissed her slowly as he did in the alley but she could feel more fervor behind it this time, his lips devouring hers in between teasing her tongue with his. It made her pussy throb as she knew he would devour it the same way. She almost forgot about the shower running as she melted into him, his body heat feeling like her own, but Josh suddenly hoisted her up into his arms, throwing her legs around his hips and carrying her to the steamy bathroom.

They had worked together to dry her braids earlier, but Keisha didn’t mind them getting wet again as she climbed under the waterfall shower head. The hot, pounding water felt immaculate on her skin, yet Josh’s hands on her felt even better. He stood behind her and let his hands roam her body as he kissed and nibbled on her right shoulder. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand as the other slipped between her thighs and he explored the depths of her.

She let out a shuddering moan as he coated his thick fingers with her wetness as they gently probed her pussy. He rested his chin atop her head when it lazily fell against his chest as she moaned, staring down at her as he traced small circles on and around her clit with his fingertips.

He had her getting lost in the sensation of him stroking her clit with his middle fingers. Keisha was surprised he didn’t need any direction as he knew where to caress, how hard, or how soft to make her moans grow louder. And when Josh thrust one finger up to his knuckle inside her, keeping pressure on her clit with the heel of his palm, her pussy pulsed in his hand as she came. Each time she moaned from the quivering pleasure that sent her to space, she felt his hard dick twitch against her butt. It made her orgasm even stronger knowing that it turned him on.

“I wanna make you cum like that on my dick…” Josh breathed in her ear as she fell back down to earth. She simply nodded, ready to let him do whatever he wanted with her if he’d make her feel like that again. He guided her from the shower before he took a terry cloth towel from the stack on a nearby shelf and patted her dry. She ran her fingers through his damp hair as knelt before her, covering her skin in kisses along the way. It felt like he was spoiling her and she had a feeling there was more to come.

“Now come sit that pretty ass on my face,” he said with a sexy smirk after he plopped down onto the king-sized bed, his hands tucked behind his head. Keisha couldn’t help but smile as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom, sauntering over to him and crawling onto the bed.

“I thought you wanted to give me some dick now…” she purred.

“I want your pussy in my mouth first,” Josh said as he grabbed her, making her straddle his face in reverse cowgirl style. Keisha put her hands on his chest to leverage herself, but he was quick to steady her by her hips as he pushed his tongue between her pussy lips. She gasped from the suppleness of his tongue as he glided it up, down, and around her sweet spots, making her wetter and softer for him.

Maybe it was still the daiquiris in her system, amplified by the hot shower, but as she rocked her body on his face and groaned to him, Keisha felt like he was casting his spell on her again with every twirl his tongue. She even felt hypnotized by his long dick, hard and twitching on his stomach, feeling compelled to touch it. She heard Josh mumble a moan to her pussy as she fascinated herself with how warm and smooth it felt in her hands, liking how it pulsed when she lightly squeezed it.

She moaned with him as he lapped at her clit, wanting to lap at his dick the same way. Keisha watched his clear pre-cum weep from the tip of his dick before she put her tongue on it, licking it up as she swirled it around his blunt dickhead. She listened to him groan to her when she sucked him into her mouth, curling her tongue around his dick as she slowly bobbed her head on it. They seemed to naturally fall in sync with one another, his tongue on her clit matching the rhythm of her mouth on his dick, their moans vibrating on each other’s skin.

And as she felt his balls tighten in the palm of her hand as she massaged them, his dick taut and salty on her tongue, she yearned to taste him explode as hard as he made her in the shower. Yet he didn’t cum, instead pulling her off his dick by picking her body up and rolling her onto her hands and knees. The abrupt transition left Keisha missing his dick in her mouth and his mouth on her.

“You don’t want to cum…?” she asked softly, looking back at him as he snatched something from the nightstand.

“Not until you cum again.” She observed him as he sheathed himself with a condom he pulled from a gold foil wrapper. He grabbed her butt and hips in his large hands, his thumb grazing the tattoo on her lower back before his dick spread her pussy lips open for him. Keisha didn’t mean to moan as loud as she did as Josh pushed inside, his girth and length proving to easily break her down as she balled her hands into fists around the comforter.

“Mmm, you’re so tight,” Josh said with a hushed moan as he slowly thrust his hips to fit more of his dick into her.

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