Tension is a Wonderful Thing.

Like most girls, Beth has a tummy piercing, and a small tattoo on her back. She has a favourite salon where she goes for this kind of thing. We had talked about nipple piercings, and decided that intimate piercings would be a good thing to have. We talked about tummies, nipples, eyebrows, and clits. Beth was really up,for a clit piercing and said it would be like having a permanent tongue on her clit. In the end, we decided on nipples and made an appointment, It was quite a long walk from her house to the studio, and it was filled with anticipation the whole way. Anticipation in every way. Nervousness, fear of pain, and more intimately, an awful lot of wetness in the panty department,  By the time we got there and had chosen what we wanted, I think we were both pretty horny. (I chose two very tiny little bars so hopefully. They don't trigger the body scanners too much.) The guy doing the piercings didn't have one inch of untattood skin anywhere. He was as chunky as a 777s landing gear and had about as much metal in him. Big hands.....enormous hands! Although he looked like a real hard case, he was friendly and cheerful as he snapped on the gloves. (Gloves that immediately made me think of my last gyn appointment. I'm afraid I'm one of those women who creams up the moment anyone puts a finger in me for any purpose whatsoever....even a speculum for a smear test feels, in my mind, like a dildo.) Beth got her top off and lay on his couch with, I noticed, her legs slightly open so I could see she had chosen not to wear panties for this outing.....bitch! Gerry marked a couple of little dots on Beth's nipples and then cleaned the whole area which made her already erect nipples strain even harder.  Then he said "ready?" Beth nodded and closed her eyes as Gerry pushed a cannula through her left nipple in one, expert stroke. My eyes hadn't left Beth's pussy which, at the entrance of the needle had trickled a little. Gerry fiddled about inserting the bar and tightening it, then did the other side.  Beth was flushed across her neck and chest and looked exactly as she does when she cums. My turn. I lay on the same couch, and stripped topless. As he prepped me, I felt what Beth must have felt. It was clinical, but oh, so immensely sexual too! My clit was pulsing and then, oh then that white hot lance of pain. I am not in any way joking when I tell you that I orgasmed....a full on cum....as the needle went in, and another as he tugged around with the fitting. The other boob brought another delicious cum into my knickers.  The long walk home felt wonderful. Our nipples were hyper-sensitive and I couldn't wait to get Beth's mouth on mine, although we had been warned not to do anything for a few days to let the healing process get underway. In the end, we just decided to go topless. Beth's home is in the middle of a large area of, well, not farmland, exactly, not rainforest either, just scrubland. It felt so dirty to be walking, topless, showing off my new piercings. Of course, I couldn't wait when we got home. I had to relive that exquisite moment as Gerry pierced me, this time, with Beth's dildo inside me, her between my legs, and me pretending Gerry was screwing my brains out as Beth encouraged him. "Go on, Gerry. Fuck her. Do it inside her." Then after another glorious cum during which my new nipple piercings added a significant amount to the pleasure, I return d the favour for Beth, using her smaller dildo in her arse.  Oh well....nothing more from me for a while now. Travel back to the UK, sort myself out, Christmas and all that.   Thanks for reading my stuff. It's been really good to read your reactions,a and imagine that some of you might have masturbated over me. Bye