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Getting My Tattoo

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: PeekinN Posted on: 14 Jun 2005 2 comments
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***BE NICE..IT'S MY FIRST POST HERE!***I've always done the right thing...walked the right side of the line...been a good girl. Growing up in a 'saved' household of conservative churchgoers and upstanding folks in a very rural community, I emulated everything I thought I was supposed to do as a child of such a family. Nevermind my dad was a raging alcoholic and my mom was stuck in a marriage of convenience after finding herself the pregnant daughter of a major mover & shaker in our church and community. She married the man who would have her, rather than the man that she loved, hoping to save face. So there we were...the "normal" American family---living out the dream of a happy existence. Although I left my home, went to college and am currently married with children of my own, I cannot help by return to my upbringing from time to time, believing that I should continue to walk that line and do what's right, rather than live on the other side of the line sometimes, indulging my dirty and slutty side. After choosing teaching as my profession, I have been furthered hampered in being the "real me" because I am ever-mindful of the impression that my parents and students may have of me. It's the curse of the job I guess you could say.Anyway, to make a long story short, now at the age of 32, I'd been looking for something liberating to do. Something so out of character, it would shock even me if I went through with it. My decision...I'd get a tattoo. Nothing fancy, just an intricate knot of vines and lilies on my lower back. After picking the design, I stepped away from my suburban home, hell bent on being branded and liberated through the pain and permanence of the inkers needle.Arriving and JoeCat's Tattoo & Piercing parlor, it appeared that the shop was closed. I had the last appt. of the evening at 8pm. I knocked reluctantly on the door, disappointed that I'd miss my appointment if they were closed. Slowly, the door opened and a short, dark-haired girl led me in. Lucia was her name (Lucy for short) and she'd been at the shop for about 4 years. She told me that she turned the lights down near the end of the night and put the building to sleep so that walk-in patrons would think they were closed when she has a late night appointments she really wants to concentrate on. She welcomed me in and took my I.D. while having me fill in some paperwork. Noticing that I looked a little nervous, she asked if I minded a little music, candles and incense. I told her I thought that'd be nice and she went to the back to set up.Walking off, I took more note of her appearance. She was 5ft 3 or 4 with a nice ass and awesome work covering her body. Not the gawdy, oh-my-gosh-why-did-you-do-that kinda work, but tasteful, ladylike (if there is such a thing) inking and piercings. Wearing a corset, her size D tits were spilling over the top and I could tell from a gentle bulge at both nipples that she was pierced underneath. I wondered how that would feel and decided I was too chicken for such a thing. Auburn haired and green-eyed, she had amazingly full peach-colored lips not normally found on Caucasian women. I found myself watching her walk, wondering if those lips were replicated below the shorts she wore. I'm totally bi-curious, so I watch all women I come in contact with, trying to mesh them in my memories for later fantasies.It was time, and she invited me into her lair. She asked that I remove my tank and lean forward on a bar stool while she outlined the design on my back. Sandlewood...that's what her incense reminded me of. Intoxicatingly earthy and sweet at the same time. She had some Enya-sounding CD in and the candles added a pretty glow in several corners although she had to leave the regular lights on to see her work. After cleaning my back properly, she noticed that I tensed up when she laid the design out over my back. "Are you nervous?" "Just a little", was my response, embarrassed that I jumped. I couldn't even approach this one task with wild abandon. Gosh, I was so uptight. "Tell you what...before we began, would you mind if I gave you a backrub?". Sensing apprehension, she pointed to a plaque on the wall proving that she was in fact a trained massage therapist in addition to her current work."Um...I don't think so, I'll be..." she touched my shoulders "...fine". I couldn't resist. What the hell was this women I'd just met doing to me? I melted. As she gradually began to work on my shoulders, she started talking to me. She told me that the day I came in to choose my design and make an appt. she hadn't pegged me for the tattoo type. I told her my story and how this tattoo was not only artwork, but a symbol of my freedom, my being more true to me. Oddly, I felt like I knew this woman whose hands were now making me putty. I relaxed and let her do her work. I felt brave enough to ask her about her nipple piercing. I wanted to know if it hurt. In response, she unhooked her corset and let her breast free. Glorious, round mounds of olive flesh with large, deep rich nipples. A starburst was tattooed around each nipple and a little barbell was attached to each. She took my hands and lifted them to her breasts. What the heck was she doing? I just asked did it hurt. But I felt driven...like I had to touch her.I tried to act almost like an examining doctor..."You're right, they do look wonderful. And you said they healed great? Not a lot of pain?" But then I looked up at her and saw her almost sway at my touch. We locked eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. And then, without warning, she grabbed my face and started kissing me. She gave me a deep and luxuriant kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth, tickling my orifice with her tongue stud. I was awash in my new sensations, unsure what to do.What I couldn't think to do, my body already knew how and developed movements of its own. I stripped away the remainder of her corset as we continued to kiss deeply, kneading each breast in my hand and twirling the barbells in her nipples. In return, she unhooked my bra and freed my breasts, still nursing my daughter and heavy with the added weight of milk.Almost raw, our lips parted and we gazed at each other. She guided me to what looked like a dentist's chair and told me to have a seat and to straddle the chair so she could get a good position. What the fuck? We go from tongue wrestling, back to tattoo application? Imagine my surprise when she pumped the chair up and back so that I was now on my back with only my denim skirt and what was left of my modesty. She crawled up the foot of the chair, not saying a word and pulled at my skirt. Helping her, I let my hands unhook the back and lifted my hips for her to pull it away. And there I was...completely bare with exception of my string thong. Easily excited and wickedly wet, my pussy lips immediately stuck to the chair's cool leather when I brought my hips back down. Shaved completely bare, I could see my clit coming from its hood and protruding through my wine-colored lips.Again, my hands betrayed me when I reached for her low-rider shorts, unbuttoned them and pulled them slowly down. Amazed with the female shape from a distance for so long, didn't prepare me for the beauty I saw before my eyes. A palette for her own self-expression is what she'd made of her body. She was SUCH the person I wished I could be, free and uninhibited. It occurred to me that I was almost looking into the mirror of what I desperately wanted to be---true to myself and my needs, answering to no one.Free of clothing, Lucia began to kiss me again, kneading my breast, then shortly realizing I was still producing milk when she expressed a bit of it on her hand. Rather than turn her off, she gently took her face lower to inspect my nipples before placing a breast in her mouth. Instinctively, my body did what it has learned to do---feed. She nursed for what felt like an perpetuity from both breast, gulping and swallowing as my life-juice poured down her throat. I was drenched, my cunt stickily attached to the leather of the chair. I was rocking my hips in earnest, trying to satiate my soppy slit with the cushion beneath me. Wishing for something, anything, to help unleash my growing fire.As Lucy pulled her mouth away, a small dribble of milk splashed my belly and continued to run below. Moving quickly, she caught it at my belly button and hovered there, blowing her steamy, hot breath at my pubic area as if wondering what to do next. Every piece of hair left on my body, stood on end in anticipation. Wanton greed to be fucked, licked and satisfied by any means necessary. And then, without warning, she grabbed the front of my thongs with her teeth and peeled them away down my leg and off my feet.Ready, I opened my legs to expose to her the wet sloppy pool she'd created with her nursing. She dove in so quickly I nearly came right away. If not for the shock of what was happening, I probably would have. I watched from above as this woman who'd just met me, hungrily licked into the folds of my pussy, lapping away at my innermost creamy crevice, sucking my engorged clit like a little cock. She moaned as if I was the one giving her the pleasure instead of the other way around. In hindsight, I wonder if I was.Unable to move, perplexed by what she was doing to my pussy and nearing my first release, I grabbed her dark brown hair and swirled my fingers through it. I looked at her deeply, hoping to send signals of my thankfulness for her to her. Sensing I was in need of a release, and possibly acknowledging what I could not verbalize, she inserted a finger. Gently she continued a rhythm with her tongue, while swirling her digit around into a "come here" motion. That was all I needed. Caught up totally with the onslaught of emotions and stimuli, I came---hard and for what seemed like forever! Spasming and squirming, nearly unable to keep my ass on the chair. Crying and leaking milk and melting into a wet and sloppy mess while she continued her expert licking of my cunt. How she managed to stay glued to my sopping hole while I bucked and flooded her mouth was totally amazing to me. I nearly lost my breath, feeling like I would faint as I spiraled out of control, cumming hard for this woman I'd never met.When I was done jerking and crying, she crept her way up my belly, looked me deeply in my eyes and said, "Are you ready to get started?"Needless to say, I felt plenty liberated that night in more ways than one. I plan to go back for more work soon. But for now, each time I touch my lower back or catch a glimpse of myself from behind after a shower, I think of my tender lover of one night and how she helped me to relax, relate and release.