And Now The Titties.

First, he asked me how my other piercing was getting on. I told him I'd been using a mild salt solution as he suggested and that even though there was some swelling over the next couple of days, it had calmed down now. I even said, "Wanna check it out?" (Cheeky bitch....anything to drop my knickers in front of a stranger). He said he'd take a quick look and led me into his backroom. As usual, he asked if I wanted a chaperone there, but no, I didn't. I eased my panties down and experienced that lovely feeling of spreading my legs in front of a stranger. "Oh, that's healed very quickly" he said "I'm guessing it....er....works well?" I confirmed that it sure as fuck did, and THEN I realised that he was looking into the crotch of my panties which were around my ankles at the heavy layer of quim juice that had built up there. Anyway, and with some regret, I had to pull my panties up and lift my top so he could see my little titties for their appointment with the needle. So, my tits. They are small, I admit. Barely an A cup, if truth be told, but they are nicely shaped, even though I do say so myself, and my nipples are quite long compared with my tit size. They are also erect most of the time. So John the piercer said that he needed them "full up" as he put it and looked at me expectantly. I stared back dumbly. "Just wet them, or I can use an ice cube. Well...lets have the freeze treatment. Never had that before. John turned to a little fridge and brought out his ice cube tray and tapped a cube out. Then he rubbed it round my nipples. Fucking hell in a basket! My nipples hardened so quickly it hurt, and my quim jumped too.  "There. That's better. I can work with that" so could I! It was all I could,do not,to let my hand stray. So it was much the same routine as before. Measurement, marking and then the dreaded countdown. Sometimes he stuck the needle in on three, sometimes on two...the bastard.  I've never felt pain like it. It seemed to lance through my nipple and then made my clit throb....maybe I'm more into pain than I ever thought, but each nipple gave me an initial lance of white hot agony, followed by a rumble.....a bit like thunder...that reaches down to my clit and makes my hole quiver. And I've learned just how wet my hole can get. Honestly, it's embarrassing really, sometimes, I look in my panties after a couple of hours, and it looks like I've worn them for a week.  So, two white hot piercings later, and I walked out with two nipple piercings, and of course my clitty too. Then I turned around and walked back in. What WAS I thinking....tummy! Apparently, you can have your tummy done above or below the belly button, and in certain circles, they have different meanings. Above can mean that you are a dominant lesbian, or that you like being on top during sex. Below can mean you're a sub. Hmmmmm big thinks here because I can be all these things at different times. I decided that I'd go for a 'below' but I decided I didn't want just a banana bar. I wanted a "dangly" . John convinced me to have a small dangly to start with and we went through the same process, except this time, although it hurt, it didn't make my clit purr.  So, (and modertators, I'm getting there, honestly.....) all kitted up, I walked out of the studio into brilliant sunshine. I rolled my top up and really wished we live in a topless society. I so wanted to be naked ...and right now. But wait....this was in Brighton....and Brighton has a nudist beach.  I almost ran! Once at the beach, I was pleased that there was only one couple there. Two men, very interested in each other. I stood and stripped slowly, enjoying every ray of sunshine, and every puff of breeze. By the time I peeled my panties down my quim was leaking badly....really badly. I sat on the stones, looking all innocent and gently slipped a hand between my legs.  You'd have had to be directly in front of me and looking right at me to know what I was doing. My fingers rocked my percing from side to side as my hole leaked girl cum onto the shingle. The two guys by now both had raging hard ons, and one was no so discretely wanking the other off. Gay that may have been, but an erect cock is an erect cock, and made formuseful,eye candy. I felt a dull ache in my tits, but as I got closer, even that helped. Then the guy came onto the shingle, and the guy who was tossing him off rolled over....and fuck me! His cock had fucking great big silver rings around it. Three of them, and something right at the tip! That must have hurt like crazy. It almost put me off what I was doing....almost. Then, the guy who came first positioned himself, oh, I can't describe it.....ok...the guy with rings was sitting on the beach, his knees up and feet quite close to his bum. The other guy was lying on his side and reaching into the gap between the guys feet and his bum. This gave him access to 'rings' cock. Then he started wanking him off. I kept time and held my orgasm back until I saw a jet of white spunk shoot onto the pebbles....in fact several jets....big ones too.  My own orgasm seemed to roll on forever, like thunder that just won't stop. It seemed to centre on my nipples, belly and clit.  Getting pierce was the best idea ever. Tattoo,next, I think. And you know what? I think I may go for a traditional 'tramp stamp' since that's what I am becoming. Getting dressed was tricky. My panties felt cold, very wet and sticky, so I decided to leave them there on the beach for whoever may like them....if anyone finds them. I love having nothing on under skirts anyway.