Well, as we left the motel unit, to explore the town, we noticed a cab pull into the drive to drop a customer. Des thought we would ask some local knowledge of the driver, to get some ideas of where to go and special interest locations in town. After a few minutes of conversation he asked me to come over and get into the cab. He decided to get a tour of the areas of interest and decide where to go that way. I settled into the back seat and we headed for the town centre. The driver was a mine of information and as we drove he pointed out all the usual tourist information. On an impulse, I asked whether there was any tattoo parlours in town. He replied that there was two of them and said he would point them out along the way. Des looked approvingly at me and to my horror asked if either of them were open at the weekend. They both are he replied as the main economy of the town was tourism and the town is geared to the service industry in the main. Des then asked if he knew the best one for body piercing.
"If that's what you want, there is one on the far side of town that specialises in all types of piercing and I believe that it is run by an ex army medic who really knows how to do it safely and his clinic is spotless. Probably on a par with the medical centre right over there." As he pointed out a new building on the right hand side of the taxi. The rest of the journey I was numb with anxiety and fear, while Des continued to get his local knowledge enhanced by our friendly driver, "Burt". The next thing I remember was stopping outside an attractive older building, tastefully, decorated with few outer signs to indicate the nature of the business within. My husband paid the man with a large tip, for his discretion and help.
As we walked in toward the front door, I realised that the wind had picked up a bit and my dress was exposing my naked bottom to our driver. I was beyond caring at this point, however, as the reality of what I might be about to do in the next short while penetrated my fevered imagination. However, I reasoned, it wasn't necessary to get it done right away, and it wouldn't hurt to ask about the procedure and Des might be disappointed if I didn't go ahead, but I would make it up to him later. There was nobody going to force me.
We rang the bell and a middle-aged man came out to see us. I blushed as Des explained what I was looking to have done, and the bastard even went into detail about the benefits that I had anticipated. This man was old enough to be my father, I was standing there in a really revealing toga, no underwear, trembling with fear and he was asking about the best ways to keep me in a state of near orgasm every time I walked around. I thought of my daring exploits, earlier on, and in particular about the old truck driver that I had opened up my legs to, while he took photos of my most intimate parts. It still made me tingle with excitement as I recalled the moment I stretched my vagina wide open, as he took his photos.
But right now I was looking at the mans reaction to my husband's words. He sounded very mature as he looked at me and told me that most women expected a heightening of their sexual awareness and if the piercing was done correctly, this could almost be guaranteed to constantly stimulate the clitoris at the slightest movement. He had a book of photographs and letters from women that he had done these procedures on over the last ten years. I felt relaxed, as he suggested that I have a look at some of the contents while he prepared his studio for an examination. I looked at the book, leafing through the various types of genital piercing that were available. I was impressed with the professional way the book portrayed the many different options that I could choose from. A few minutes later he asked us to follow him into the studio. The cabbie was right. The studio was clean and when I was asked to get up on the table, I did so right away. It was obvious to the man that he didn't need to ask me to remove my panties, as he complemented me on my state of preparation. Apparently some women need to be shaved and stimulated so he could determine the best position for the piercing. Des smiled proudly as he expertly examined in great detail my genital area. My head was elevated and there was a full-length mirror at the foot of the table so I could watch what he was doing. I was very relaxed by now as he went to get a marker pen. I could see in the mirror, my vagina, completely open, with my clitoris shining and wet in a state of extreme arousal. It amazed me that I could lay there, so calm and relaxed whilst being examined in intimate detail in this way. I had told him, when asked if I still wanted a clit piercing, blushing slightly, that I would trust him to do whatever type of procedure would best suit my body and give the most satisfying result. I even stated my preference in jewellery that would enhance the visual aspects of my vagina in an erotic way. I felt like a real slut talking to a stranger in this way but after all, I was only going to do this once and it would have to be right first time. The gentleman reassured me that I was expecting what every woman desired of a piercing and he would do his very best to oblige me. I found myself trusting him completely and agreed to have the procedure done right away. We picked out a lovely little ring, which he said I could change later if I wished, after it healed in about 2 weeks. Then he clamped me and prepared to complete the piercing. I took Des's hand as the needle went through, but there wasn't as much pain as I had expected. Only a few minutes later I was the proud owner of a clit piercing. The area felt a little numb, but there was no blood and I felt relieved and excited as I stood before the mirror, lifting my dress to examine my vagina from all angles. I was more than satisfied with the result. Des was told not to aggravate the area and not to attempt vaginal intercourse until the area was fully healed. Of course, there are other ways to achieve satisfaction, he told Des, as he surveyed my bottom, knowingly with a smile. I was too excited to mind his gaze as I continued to prance around in front of the mirror. I rather enjoyed his attention, as he was a really caring sort of guy and after all he had just been manhandling my clitoris in a way that only my husband had ever done before. I had had sex with a few other young guys before I was married but I was too much of a prude in those days to allow such intimate handling of my clit. God, how much my attitudes have changed I thought as I finally finished my examination and modestly patted down my skirt as I prepared to leave. Des paid the man generously and thanked him for his gentle and caring approach to his work. Des asked if I would like to get a taxi back to the motel, but I was not in any pain and the shops were only a short walk away, so I decided to delay our return for a while.
The wind was blowing briskly now and I was feeling more daring than ever as we walked along the footpath. The combination of the medication and the wind blowing around my genitals sporting my clit ring was making me feel careless and when my dress blew upward and exposed my more intimate areas I displayed no concern at all, not constantly trying to cover up immediately but allowing the dress to fall back naturally without my help. Des had promised the old man that he would bring me back for a "check up"and a fitting of the permanent ring with the jewellery of my choice. I agreed to let him take photos at that point for his collection. I hoped that the weather would be great and I would be able to spend longer in the lake area next time. I chatted to Des, as we approached the shopping area, which by this time was relatively deserted as it was around 6pm and most of the people would be having dinner. There were only convenience stores open so we spent our time looking into shop windows and admiring my reflection as we looked into a large appliance shop. On impulse, I lifted the front of my dress to have another good look at my ring. Des smiled and said we should get a few things from the chemist shop to aid the healing process.
We went into the shop and Des went to the counter while I picked up some perfume and some lotion. We rang a taxi from the shop and Des asked for Burt to pick us up, if possible. Armed with a bag of goodies for the night we waited for the cab outside. When the cab pulled alongside the kerb, Bert got out to open the door for me. I wondered if he always did that, or whether he just wanted a better view of my body, remembering what he had seen on our way in to the tattoo parlour. I thought I would oblige him with a sight to remember and climbed in without trying to keep myself covered as I might have done. As I settled into the seat I noticed his eyes bulging, as he took in a visual treat. My skirt had ridden right up around my hips as I deliberately allowed him a generous look as I made myself comfortable. My nipples were straining against the fabric and were very prominently showing my breasts. When he finally closed the door I knew he was quite aroused. We drove off as Des said we would be going back to the motel now. He was asking if we were happy with the local tattooist and was blatantly curious about what we had done there. I knew that he had seen with his own eyes just minutes ago, but I told him that I had a new genital piercing. Des winked at me and said to carry on if I wished. "If you are curious, and you open the door for me again, I will show it to you if you like." I said brazenly. The cab seemed to speed up and I smiled at Des knowingly.
