"Chinngg-Chinnngg", came the sound of the bell as Pam walked through the door. Her eyes went instantly to the tattoo samples on the wall of the shop. Pam hadn't even noticed the store before, mostly because it still had the name of the hardware store that had closed six years ago over the top of the building. Jane, a friend from the tennis club had told Pam about the good deal she had got on the teddy-bear tattoo on her breast. She was in awe of the tattoos detail as she and Jane showered at the club.
"Be with you in a minute," a young female voice said from behind a curtain in the back room, which startled Pam.
"Alright," replied Pam.
It was her husband that gave her the idea to get the tattoo. He had been out of town on business with his boss when they decided to go to a strip club. Most dancers have tattoos these days, it was where the stripper had the tattoo on her body that intrigued first her husband, then Pam herself as when her husband told her about the trip to the bar.
She smiled at the thought of her husband, Tom. Some women would be offended that their husbands were going to see exotic dancers. Not Pam. Tom always showed how much he loved her, in and out of the bedroom. They had a healthy sex life but still did some experimenting in the 21 years they had been married. They both laughed when they tried S/M games, but some light bondage with toy handcuffs did add to the thrill of making love to her husband. They had gone to some swingers parties and were very turned on to watch each other dance and later screw with other couples.
Pam was gazing at the flowered tattoos on the wall. She stopped in front of this tattoo of a rose. Yes, that was the one she wanted. As if on cue came two young women from behind the curtain. One stopped behind the cash register and said to the other "We should be able to finish it at the next sitting. Keep applying that sav to it. You don't want an infection on your tit, trust me."
The other girl smiled, riffled though her purse, pulled out some money and handed it to the girl behind the cash register and said, "Thanks Lea. I'll see you next week," and walked out the door.
Lea walked over to the oversized mop sink and washed her hands. As she grabbed a towel she looked at Pam and asked, "May I help you?"
Pam turned her attention to the young tattoo artist. She was very pretty, Pam thought. Lea looked in her early twenties, 5'7, at most 115 pounds and a B or C cup. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and if the weren't for her lip ring, Lea's deep blue eyes would dominate her face.
"Yes," Pam said, "I would like to get this rose tattooed on me."
Lea stepped around the counter, tossing the paper towel in the trash and joined Pam where she was standing.
"Nice choice," said Lea. "Where do you want it? Your back? Your breast?..."
Pam hesitated and replied "well...I want it right about here" and pointed below her waistline.
Blushing a little, Pam continued "Where I WOULD have pubic hair if I didn't shave."
Lea grimiest . "I have to warn you that might sting a little. The area above your..umm..clitorious, can be very tender, as you may know."
"Yes I know," said Pam, blushing a little more now, "but you can do it, right?"
"Yea, I can do it. It will take a few hours, but I think I can do it in one sitting" said Lea looking at the clock. "Do you have anywhere else you need to be?"
"No. My husband doesn't get home until tomorrow. I would like to surprise him with this," smiled Pam.
Lea nodded and pulled out a consent form. "Please fill this out. The tattoo will cost $350.00. Since this is your first time here I will need that money in advance. No checks please."
Pam filled out the paperwork, paid the young woman and then followed Lea into the back room where she was handed a bathrobe and told her to change into it. Pam stepped out of her jeans and panties, then folded them and set them on the table and slid the robe on. Lea had left the room but came back a minute later with a razor, shaving cream and a bowl of water.
"I already shaved today," said Pam.
"I really need to shave you. I can't have ANY hair or stubble in the area I'm working. Please hop up in the chair," Exclaimed the artist.
Pam did as she was told and sat in the reclining chair. Lea moved Pam's legs apart. This reminded Pam of the stirrups that were used to give birth to her two daughters. Pam felt a wisp of cool air run across her pussy as Lea undid the robe and have it fall to both sides of the table. This brought a tingle to Pam's mid section and a slight smile to her face.
Lea took a wash cloth out of the bowl and squeezed the excess water out of it and applied the cloth to Pam's pubic area. She gasped as warm water replaced the cool breeze Pam had felt making the tingle she felt even more apparent.
"You okay?" asked Lea.
"Yes. I was just remembering the last time my husband shaved me. I mean, he did a good job but I still was nervous having someone else down there with a razor."
Lea smiled and said "Well you can relax. I have one of these remember".
Both women giggled at that as Lea applied the shaving cream. She took her time with nice, gentle strokes. She looked up at her client and saw that Pam had her eyes half closed and seemed to be enjoying the shave.
"So how long has your husband been out of town?" asked Lea.
"Since Monday," came a sleepy reply from Pam. "I can't wait to see him."
"You must get lonely. Is he gone often?"
"About once a month he goes out of town. And yes I do get lonely. It isn't too bad until I get to Thursday. Playing tennis is no substitute for a man."
Lea noticed a tiny patch of hair almost touching the hood of Pam's clit. She dampened the area with the cloth and very gently applied the razor to the patch of blond hairs. Pam's ass lifted a little at the touch. Lea was now convince her client wasn't just enjoying the shave, she was very much turned on by it. She then took the cloth one more time and rinsed Pam's pubic area. Thou she tried to suppress it, Pam did let out a tiny moan.
The sounds and actions her client were making were starting to ware on Lea. She had broken up with her boyfriend almost three weeks ago. Since then, she dived into her work, expanding her hours to 7pm, sometimes 8pm. It did pay off. Yes, she was still sexually frustrated, but she did have rent for her dumpy shop two weeks early, and might even tackle the outstanding balance on her the electric bill. Lea became aware that she herself was shifting on her stool more and more. Somewhere along the way, she had become horny herself. She looked over Pam's body. She was very fit for someone in her early forties. Pam was about 5'9 and 130 ponds with brown shoulder length hair and brown bedroom eyes. There was a hint of a stretch mark, but you could tell that Pam worked hard to get rid of it. Lea thought she could only hope to be that pretty when she gets that age.
"Bath room break before we really get started. You're going to be in that position for a while. I'll try to give you a couple breaks during the session but I don't want you to move around to much unless you have to."
Pam nodded and took Lea's outstretched hand to help her up. As Pam came out of the chair, her eyes met with Lea's.
"Thanks," Pam said breaking the moment and walking over to the ladies room.
Lea took the time to walk to the front of the store, lock the door and flip the sign to "closed". It was only 5:30pm but knew that this customer's work would take up the rest of the evening and didn't want to be disturbed. She was told herself that anyway.
