New Ink

My first tattoo was an awesome experience and I was addicted. I wanted another one.

I confidently walked into the tattoo parlour. I'd been there before and felt I was an old hat at getting tattoo's, albeit the only one. But, that was about to change.


He led me through to the back, a room cordoned off by a curtain. Not for the embarrassed hearted. I sat on the bed and looked around the room. The walls plastered with tattoo's of every design and style. An autoclave, ticked by in the corner and a computer hummed on the desk.


“Take your shirt and bra off," he said.
Well duh, I didn't quiet think through the placement of my next tattoo. But, I was here and no way was I turning back. I flicked my bra on the chair, and let any inhibitions float away.


“lay on the bed,” this was beginning to sound like a porn movie, bra off, get on the bed.
Yes, I've watched my share.


I laid back, hands above my head and watched intently as he prepared himself. He began. He put his hand over my right boob and proceeded to tattoo the stars I requested. Suddenly the curtain was ripped back and big burly guy, with a full length beard and tattoo's up his arms strolled in. He leaned over and promptly had a good look. Definitely no room for the faint hearted. There for all to see, my boobs.


The tattoo guy, moved his hand over my boob, he was just positioning it for the best advantage for the tat, but for me, I could feel my nipple get harder. I glanced down and saw my nipple standing tall, pushing into the tat guy's palm. I smirked to myself.


The door bell sounded as four more full bearded, tat guys walked in, each taking their time to have a good look at what and where my tat was going. My nipples both erect, stood up and waved.
One guy, even sat on the chair, I had flicked my bra on, he held it in his hand as he watched.


Five blue stars, now glued to my body forever. I was impressed. It was a very erotic experience. I was not able to put my bra back on and as I walked out the shop, proud of my new ink, my nipples perked through my shirt.


I had no need to smile, my nipples did that for me.



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