ManWeight

TanWeight

It was the dead of winter and totally freezing, but Tara wanted to look as tan as possible for her sorority formal that night. Plus, her skin was basically her outfit for the party…She wasn’t really planning on wearing anything but duck tape over her extraordinarily small nipples. Tara didn’t believe in fake baking, but why not get her spray tan on? It looked great…just as she had hoped! So she slapped the duck tape over her nipples and headed off to the party for a good ol’ time. She even found a pretty hot manweight between all the drinks, dancing and socializing. She ended up bringing him back to her room where he preceded to rip off her…well, tape, and started licking, sucking and doing whatever they do. When Tara awoke in the morning, she stood in front of the mirror. She had not heeded the advice of the tanning salon and had gotten her spray tan wet (yes, saliva does count, she learned). She had white lick marks all over her chest, which starkly contrasted with the rest of her that was still that lovely tropical bronze. (Not to mention the redness left by the duck tape). She shrugged her shoulders (also oddly streaked) and thought about how warm that manweight had been. It had been warmer than any sun that would’ve given her a real tan.