Roses To Heaven

Roses To Heaven

Jade Blackmore

This story originally appeared on Thermoerotic.com

It had been years since I had seen Eric - so long that I did not recognize him til an acquaintance pointed him out to me. He had lost so much weight - he wasn't skinny, but hard and lean. his muscular arms revealed new tattoos, not so many as to be freakish, though, and perfectly placed, as if to draw attention to his body and not to the tattoo itself. He wore nothing but a pair of navy shorts. All I could think of, as I reverted to giggly junior high school mode, was he's wearing one piece of clothing too many!! When I approached him, the first thing I noticed, beside his tempting, mischievous eyes, were the mysterious green bars tattooed on his lower back.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"Did I do what on purpose?" I tapped my fingers on the small of his back. He flinched at my long, hard fingernails on his hot skin.

"Get these tattoos. Are you trying to tease every woman who glances at your body? Are trying to make grown women blush and giggle? I need to know…aren't you going to let me see ?"

"Not right now!!" he laughed, "What sort of man do you think I am?"

And that laugh, that full, clear surfer dude laugh. It comforted me to hear it again.

"I live out in Huntington now. I'll take you there sometime." He kissed me and then he was gone.

True to his words, Eric took me to his beach house in Huntington a few days later.

"Is there some story behind this I don't want to hear -were you drunk, was it for some other woman?"

"Oh, don't sound so sad. It wasn't a random drunken act." Eric reached underneath my blouse and squeezed an already hard nipple.

"I got the tattoos because I was thinking of you and how you used to kiss me all over, leaving little traces of your lipstick and perfume leading all the way down my stomach to my cock. That was one of the sexiest things you ever did. There were so many hot little things you did."

"So I inspired your tattoo." I rested my head on his shoulder. "Did you think of me while other girls were following the trail to heaven."

"Depends how well they sucked cock"

"Silly boy", I faux slapped him. "Well, you weren't celibate the past couple years, either. I heard about you and Tom Falcone. "

"Ahh, that was a long time ago."

"At least he had a name. I don't even know the last names of most of my lovers."

"So they didn't leave that much of an impression, huh?"

"Ummm, let me play connect the bars" I moaned, rubbing my fingers over the tattooed bars on his back. The interim years faded, and I fully understood what Madonna was saying in that song " Like A Virgin." I had always wondered about it,but now I knew what it meant. I got used to his body all over again. It bore no resemblance to the man I had loved and lusted for five years before, the voice and the laugh were all that remained from the man I had known. The body, sleek, supine provoked new desires that surpassed even the ones I'd had in the past. I had never thought it was possible to lust for a man more than I had lusted for Eric when we lived together, but the passage of time had proven me wrong.

I kissed the small of his back - the slight musky smell, the gentle salty taste I had missed for years. Brushing my cheek against it, I glimpsed the tattooed bars that colored his flesh, curving around his hips. I followed them with kisses and bar descended down, disappearing into his pubic hair, accentuating the obvious and drawing the line of sight where it would go even more naturally. With no time to contain or indeed perceive my impulses, I took action. It was as though no time had passed, as though I had just sucked him yesterday. I could tell he had just taken a shower the smell of soap mingled with his sweat. The bars that surreptitiously highlighted his cock intensified my lust. My only regret was that I could not see the look of pleasure on his face as I sucked him but I heard him moan that sweet half moan, half evil laugh and felt his hand slinking through my hair. As I lost myself in the wild throes of lust, a creative spark beckoned to me. I knew what I had to do.

I was never one to sit still for anything - a candidate for Ritalin from the start. But for Eric, I'd suffer through even the rigors of a multiple tattoo sessions. I sat in Adara's Sunset Strip studio, still as a statue while, he etched a creation we'd specifically concocted for Eric's enjoyment. Knowing absolutely nothing about tattooing, Adara and I spent a good hour talking about the effect I wanted to achieve. "Aah, yes that's good, original. Using a tattoo to seduce your lover. I like it." Adara commented.There are very few things harder than sitting still for hours. I listened to soothing, meditative music and thought moderately innocent thoughts about him. When I went home. I had to sleep on my stomach while the tattoos on my lower back set and crusted over. The things I did for love!! The next week-end, we repeated the same process on my hips and stomach. The tiny pink roses looked so cute once they settled into my skin, so dainty. Adara noted my squeamishness and placed the closest rose, just above my pubic bone, careful not to get to close to any ultra-sensitive skin. She wished me luck and told me she liked it when tattoos were used as lovemaking aids.

Of course it dawned on me that I had invested a lot of time, pain, and money, in getting these exquisite tattoos. Oh, well, I reasoned, if Eric had disappeared again, I would surely meet another man soon to enjoy them. Luckily, I did not have to wait that long because Eric was at his favorite bar when I got there. He and his friends from work were playing pool. Although I was a terrible pool player, I joined them, taking the game as a subtle opportunity for Eric to discover my tattoos. After all I was wearing low cut jeans and no panties. I made sure to stretch way across the table to aim my pool cue, giving Eric an ample view of my back. I knew he saw Adara's handiwork when I heard him moan.

"Lordy, lordy, that woman is crazy - look what she gone and done." He slipped his arms around my waist. "Carry on without us, boys."

Patience was never one of Eric's virtues, but he managed to wait until we got to his apartment to do anything more than smooth his fingers along my waist and my back. Its almost fresh…fresh paint." As we drove down towards the beach, the people seemed to thin out and as we got closer to Eric's house. I carefully orchestrated my unveiling, kneeling on his bed and shedding my dress like a skillful, old-fashioned stripper.

"Follow the roses to heaven.You did it for me. I thought I'd return the favor." I let him watch me gyrate slowly, teasing him, letting him watch the sweat lingering on my stomach. "Welcome home," I whispered, leaning against the pillows propped up on his bed. His fingers and his lips followed the painted pink roses all the way to heaven as surely as I had followed the trail to the paradise between his legs.

Eric looked up at me and smiled, smacking his lips as he fingered my pussy. He didn't take his eyes off me. "That's so beautiful. You shaved yourself clean for me. I love when you do that."His tousled head of dishwater blond hair satisfied my eyes, while his sweet minty mouth lapped my pussy until I convulsed with delight. I rewarded him for his oral prowess by riding his cock. And the look in his eyes - intent and loving, but inherently salacious, as he studied my bouncing, oiled tits and the pink roses etched into my pale skin.

"I always thought your body was a work of art," he said. "Now I have proof."