I decided to get a tattoo.
Actually I decided to get several tattoos. Well I didn't have any and I was twenty three and they looked so good on the other girls that I thought, you know, get one here, a little one there and maybe another and so on.
Being me I then procrastinated for three whole months before finally deciding to get them done. Yes, the pain was a um challenge for me- I was not looking forward to that at all. Another thing I wasn't looking forward to was some hairy tattoo guy getting a good hard look at my girly bits- yes I was getting a tattoo "down there."
That really stopped me until, by chance, I saw a little ad for a "Lady Tattooist." I jotted down the number and a few days later I summoned up what pathetically small amount of courage I have and rang it.I spoke to the receptionist and she booked me in for two pm, this Saturday.Then I put the phone down, curled up in a little ball on the sofa and had my usual stress attack.
Saturday one twenty seven pm and there I was parked outside the Tattooist's premises fidgeting; I went in at one thirty five.
"Hello, Raewyn?" the receptionist asked.
"Um, yes that's me. How did you guess?"
"You sounded very nervous on the phone as I recall and you looked very nervous out there in your car and you're nervous now. Plus you're the last appointment for the day. Just a hunch really." and she grinned at me.
Well that had made me feel just a whole lot better so I relaxed (a bit) and went to sit in one of the chairs.
"Tell you what," she said, how about you get undressed and put one of our wonderfully fashionable towelling robes on so you're all set for when Yvonne is ready to do your tattoos?"
"Oh, OK. Where do I get changed?"
She lead me through a door on the left into a small changing room. There were two sets of clothes there already and one robe left.
I undressed, put the robe on and went back out to reception.
"So stylish," she said with a smile,"come on through this way, now.' I followed her though another door at the end of the reception room and into a waiting room. Another lady was there in her robe and I guessed the other one must be in with Yvonne.
'Can I get you ladies anything, tea coffee...?" the lovely receptionist asked.
"Oh, a coffee would be nice," the other lady replied.
"Mmmm," I said, 'me too thanks .'
"Oh, just one thing," the lady asked as the Receptionist was about to leave us," do we have to wear these robes, I'm finding mine a bit scratchy."
"No, not at all if you'd rather not wear anything, Raewyn would you mind if I take Linda's robe?"
"No, not at all, I wonder if I shouldn't get you to take mine too."
Does that sound calm? Like its something I do as a matter of course- strip off in waiting rooms? Does it? Good cause its not! I was numb my heart was pounding and my throat was very dry. It was instinct taking control and I have worked hard all my life at suppressing my instincts. Still, too late now and I had that sensation where you want to do something naughty but you want to be forced to do it so its not your fault.
We both stood up, took off our robes and handed them to Alice, the receptionist- I just remembered the name plate, duh.
We sat opposite each other a coffee table between us. She had her legs parted and her arms by her sides. Yes! OK? Yes I looked. Just perfect, tanned, great boobs with rings through her nipples and one in her clit- or possibly her hood. That was less painful I had read in a Cleo a few years ago.She looked up at me, smiled, and stretched her arms up over her head.I had sat with my legs crossed and my arms folded and I noticed her look at my crossed legs. I uncrossed them let them fall open a little and my heart beat a little faster..
'You haven't done this much?" she said as a question.
"Um, no, first time." I answered nervously not sure if she meant 'go for a tattoo' or 'sit naked in front of a gorgeous and interested naked woman'.
.
"Well then, I'm honored. Stand up for me?"
I stood and, encouraged, spread my bare feet a little wider. She smiled as took me all in but focusing on certain areas ( one of which was now very wet) mainly. Her hand went to her pussy as her eyes locked with mine and she started stroking.
I can't begin to describe how erotic the whole thing had become for me. I knew I was wet and open but instead of covering and blustering I wanted to be wetter and wider and for her face to be closer still. I have an impressive rack (mother thinks they're too big) and I pushed my chest out.
"Mmmm, lovely. And lower?"
I tilted my pelvis up and moved my feet just a bit wider. She looked intently at my pussy and licked her lips.
'Turn."
I turned round waiting (and hoping) for the order.
"Bend forward, oh and can you just pull at the sides? Yes, oh lovely what a gorgeous little pink butt hole you have there."
She leaned right forward and blew on my exposed asshole. Oh my God! It felt so good. Then she gave me a smack on my butt and it was time to sit down again.
"Enjoy that?"
I turned back round to face her.
"Oh God yes. You have got me so hot."
At that moment Alice came in. She was now nude and sported quite an extensive variety of tattoos as did Linda.
'Hope you don't mind?" she said. We both smiled and shook our heads. Linda had stood up and I saw her pussy wasn't just wet it was contracting.
"Good to see you girls are getting better acquainted," Alice said with a smile as she handed us our coffees .Her hand moved to her tits and down to her shaved pussy.
"Yvonne just buzzed me before, the patient in there now wants you guys and me to watch as Yvonne does her pussy tattoo. Bring your coffees."
Ooh yes please. We took our hot coffees and all trooped in naked to watch Martie get her tattoo. Martie was naked as was Yvonne. We sat on either side of Martie and Alice crouched to Yvonne's left side. Martie's legs were wide apart and her shaved pussy was simply dripping.
She looked up at us and gave a nervous little smile.
"I'm really scared," she said looking up at me- ooh that was what I needed to hear sweetheart thanks ever so much.
'Will you guys hold my hands- tight."
We moved our chairs round to sit beside her and held her hands. I stroked her arm and felt it relax. She turned her head to look at me and I got a lovely wee smile. She looked at my hand and then at her nipple and I got another smile.
I smiled back and moved my hand onto her breast. I rubbed my palm over her nipple and felt it harden.
"Nice?" I asked.
"Mmmm, very." she murmured.
The sensuous moment was interrupted by Yvonne's work down there and Martie's eyes were suddenly wide open - as was her mouth.
Possibly the sense of overwhelming terror I felt at that precise moment was picked up because almost straightaway I felt someone's breasts on my shoulders. It was Alice hugging me.
"Hey, it doesn't hurt that much honey, honestly, I've got 'em and I know. Just stay with us and relax. You're doing a great job here for Martie. Isn't she Martie?"
