had tattoos, basically all that mattered. I just assumed that I would be doing a piece for her, until she announced that Pru was getting it. Yes please. I wanted to give this girl a tattoo. I wanted to draw on her body, put something permanently me on her, my mark. The idea of inking this girl who I couldn’t get out of my thoughts was more than a little exciting.
If she hadn’t seemed so embarrassed when I walked out I would have thought she set this up just to see me but she was blushing so badly her entire face was cherry red. She looked ready to bolt at any moment. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Maggie’s drawings were beautiful. She was a good artist. I wondered if she’d ever consider a career as a tattoo artist. When she pulled out the cherry blossom drawing there was something about them that just screamed Pru. It would look more than perfect on Pru, beautiful, not too trendy or over the top but delicate and feminine. I could not see her walking around with a skull or the grim reaper on her delicate skin. Cherry blossoms fit her perfectly.
I figur ed she’d want something small. It was her first tattoo after all but nope, another surprise, her whole side and damn it, that was a major turn on. It was going to be hot to work on her and it was going to be hot when I was done. I just needed to convince this girl to give me proper opportunity to enjoy my work.
It would take two sittings maybe three. Maggie paid for all up front, plus tip and told me to give her girl the time of her life and winked at me. Oh I would, if she’d let me. Maggie was starting to grow on me.
I took Pru’s hand and pulled her back to my station. I loved how her little hand fit into mine. Normally I wouldn’t touch a client except to work on them but this was different. I wanted to touch her, needed to.
I have never been a touchy kind of guy but I discovered the other night at the bar that there was just something about Pru th at made me crave touching her. I wanted to hold her against me, hold her hand, run my fingers through her hair, press my lips against her silky skin. I could go on and on about the hundreds of different ways I wanted to touch this girl.
Now here she was lying on my table while I drew on her with a ballpoint pen. She was stretched out on her side to giving me full access to the other. The one I planned to work on. Her skinny jeans were undone and pulled down so that I could reach her hip exposing her thong, silver lace. Damn. Her gray shirt was completely off along with her bra, which I noticed matched her panties when I saw it peeking out from her pile of clothes that were folded up sitting on the counter. She probably could have kept part of it on but I encouraged her to lose the entire thing. I was a guy after all. A guy who had seen what was underneath those clothes and was desperate to see it again. Did she always wear matching underwear? She had the other night too. God that was hot.
She was ho lding a towel over her breast. Breasts that I knew are perfectly plump with delicious pink nipples and a perfect handful for me. She looked good in her skin tight jeans, gray top, and matching heels but I think she looked ever better like this, topless, pants undone, my drawing down her side. I tucked a towel into her jeans to protect them from run off ink. She could have done it but I didn’t even offer the option to her. Where was the fun in that? I just did it for her. It gave me an excuse to touch her, for my fingertips to linger under the edge of her jeans.
It was going to be hard to stay focused especially since my excitement had centered below the waist.
I took Maggie’s drawing and free handed it on her side with pen and was about to start the outline. The table was lined. I have all my inks set up. The gun was ready. The plan was to go until one of us couldn’t go any longer.
“You ready?” I asked as I
If she hadn’t seemed so embarrassed when I walked out I would have thought she set this up just to see me but she was blushing so badly her entire face was cherry red. She looked ready to bolt at any moment. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Maggie’s drawings were beautiful. She was a good artist. I wondered if she’d ever consider a career as a tattoo artist. When she pulled out the cherry blossom drawing there was something about them that just screamed Pru. It would look more than perfect on Pru, beautiful, not too trendy or over the top but delicate and feminine. I could not see her walking around with a skull or the grim reaper on her delicate skin. Cherry blossoms fit her perfectly.
I figur ed she’d want something small. It was her first tattoo after all but nope, another surprise, her whole side and damn it, that was a major turn on. It was going to be hot to work on her and it was going to be hot when I was done. I just needed to convince this girl to give me proper opportunity to enjoy my work.
It would take two sittings maybe three. Maggie paid for all up front, plus tip and told me to give her girl the time of her life and winked at me. Oh I would, if she’d let me. Maggie was starting to grow on me.
I took Pru’s hand and pulled her back to my station. I loved how her little hand fit into mine. Normally I wouldn’t touch a client except to work on them but this was different. I wanted to touch her, needed to.
I have never been a touchy kind of guy but I discovered the other night at the bar that there was just something about Pru th at made me crave touching her. I wanted to hold her against me, hold her hand, run my fingers through her hair, press my lips against her silky skin. I could go on and on about the hundreds of different ways I wanted to touch this girl.
Now here she was lying on my table while I drew on her with a ballpoint pen. She was stretched out on her side to giving me full access to the other. The one I planned to work on. Her skinny jeans were undone and pulled down so that I could reach her hip exposing her thong, silver lace. Damn. Her gray shirt was completely off along with her bra, which I noticed matched her panties when I saw it peeking out from her pile of clothes that were folded up sitting on the counter. She probably could have kept part of it on but I encouraged her to lose the entire thing. I was a guy after all. A guy who had seen what was underneath those clothes and was desperate to see it again. Did she always wear matching underwear? She had the other night too. God that was hot.
She was ho lding a towel over her breast. Breasts that I knew are perfectly plump with delicious pink nipples and a perfect handful for me. She looked good in her skin tight jeans, gray top, and matching heels but I think she looked ever better like this, topless, pants undone, my drawing down her side. I tucked a towel into her jeans to protect them from run off ink. She could have done it but I didn’t even offer the option to her. Where was the fun in that? I just did it for her. It gave me an excuse to touch her, for my fingertips to linger under the edge of her jeans.
It was going to be hard to stay focused especially since my excitement had centered below the waist.
I took Maggie’s drawing and free handed it on her side with pen and was about to start the outline. The table was lined. I have all my inks set up. The gun was ready. The plan was to go until one of us couldn’t go any longer.
“You ready?” I asked as I
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