The Tattoo

[Gareman]

My head buzzes with the effects of the alcohol.

The loud thumping of the bass reverberating from the juke-box fills my ears.

Pressing forward, touching my lips to hers, I wait for her to resist...to scold me...to tell me how absurd my actions are.

I fear her rejection. How crazy am I to believe that she may allow her son's best friend to have his way with her. And so I wait...knowing that she will not allow anything so forbidden to continue...

But, to my surprise, she slowly parts her lips and begins to seductively move her mouth against mine...a soft moan escaping from somewhere deep inside of her.

My heart pounds heavily in my chest as I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her forward, our mouths crushing together. The sweet smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, blocking out the thick smell of cigarettes that permeates the room. And then.....she moves my hand to her thigh...and God...I need her so badly.

My tongue slides easily between her parted lips and finds hers and again a low moan escapes from deep within her. The passion is building with every moment. Her breathing becomes more rapid. My hand slides slowly up her thigh, gliding easily over her soft skin.

And then....

"AHEM......Excuse me, but may I have another dance?"

The gruff sound of a man's voice interrupts the mood.

Breaking off our kiss, we both turn and see the face of VeeVee's second dance partner...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"AHEM... Excuse me, but may I have another dance?"

Backing out of our kiss, I opened my eyes slowly to see who was talking. I didn't want to dance. I didn't want to be in anyone's arms but Sean's right now. I looked at him, cocking my head toward what's-his-name... I couldn't even remember that much, my mind was in such a fog.

"Sorry, bud. We were just leaving. Come on, VeeVee." Without waiting for a reply, he stood and offered me his hand. Shrugging an apology that I really didn't mean, I breathed a sigh of relief and followed Sean out of the bar.

"Now the tattoo par... " I didn't have a chance to finish my sentence before he had turned and taken me in his arms again. I melted into him, feeling the hardness of his body as he ground against me.

Once again I put my attraction to my son's friend off on the drinks I'd had, but the memory of seeing him masturbating earlier that day clung to my mind. I was wet and hot. A desperate old woman perving on a young... boy. There was no nice way to put it. I was just a horny old bitch that needed to get off.

The drinks. Too many drinks. Yes, that was it... I set all thoughts aside as I parted my lips in invitation.

 

[Gareman]

Taking Adam's mom by the hand, I excuse us and lead her out to the dark parking lot. Moving quickly I squeeze her small hand firmly and take complete control.

"Now the tattoo par... "

Her words, are smothered as I press her up against her car and cover her mouth with mine. Somewhere deep, deep within my mind I hear a small voice telling me to stop, the reality of what was about to happen triggering a tiny part of me that sensed how inappropriate it was. After all, this was my best friend's mother...and how would I feel if the tables were turned?

But God...it felt so right!

Once again, I press my tongue forward, her soft lips hesitating momentarily and then opening to accept me. It said everything she probably never would...

I wanted the kiss to last forever, but knew that we needed to get out of this crappy parking lot pretty quickly. I wasn't sure how persistent her newfound friend might be and didn't want to take a chance.

Reaching down, I opened the passenger door, the small dome light bathing the interior of the vehicle with a soft yellow hue.

Breaking off our kiss, I looked deeply into Mrs. Ingersoll's eyes. She seems uncertain...almost shy...her eyes lowering to the ground...not meeting mine.

My hand reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes and softly touching her cheek. She looks up, again almost shyly....and then lowers her gaze.

I feel a deep sadness for this beautiful woman. Knowing the anguish...the sorrow her broken marriage must be causing her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her close. She buries her face into my chest and I sense her confusion and vulnerability. Again, I feel like an asshole for lusting after my best friend's mother, especially in her current state.

But on the other hand...how many chances like this am I gonna get?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve

Sean leaned down and held me before closing the door and going around to the driver's side. It felt so good to be in his arms. Oh, who was I kidding. I probably could "insert generic arms" and feel the same. I was a foolish, desperate woman and I knew it.

As Sean got in the car, he leaned toward me and pulled me into his arms again. Maybe this wasn't right. Maybe I was desperate. Maybe... But gods it felt so... good.

I melted into him as his mouth covered mine. Mmm... could this boy kiss. Boy! I jerked back and looked into Sean's eyes. He was Adam's best friend for pity's sake! What the hell was I doing?

"Sean... I... "

He returned my gaze intently and smiled. "You are beautiful, VeeVee. Hush now. Let's just go to the tattoo parlor as we planned and see what happens from there."

The implication in his voice, coupled with the added taboo of going to a tat parlor against Lars' wishes really made me feel naughty. My head was still a little foggy, but my stubborn streak was rearing its ugly head again and I knew that I wanted to do this more than anything I'd wanted in a long, long while.

"Tattoo parlor it is." I grinned. "Do you know the way?"

 

[Gareman]

I feel the tension ease for a moment as VeeVee suggests the tattoo parlor and asks if I know my way. Her warm smile makes me almost shameful of the powerful sexual images that continue to dance through my mind. Feeling like a naughty schoolboy caught doing something wrong, I feel my face redden and try to clear the erotic thoughts from my guilty brain. But the feeling is fleeting....

After reassuring Adam's mom that I know the way, we both settle back and enjoy the 35 minute drive. I begin to feel uncomfortable, wondering what could possibly be going through her mind. I glance over several times, trying to read her mood, but find her distant stare difficult to analyze.

I want to break the silence... but struggle to find just the right words.

"You know, VeeVee..." I begin, struggling with every syllable. My eyes move down her body, stopping at her full breasts before continuing down to her smooth legs. Again my youthful lust begins to take over, devouring any feelings of guilt that may have somehow strayed into my mind.

"I never believed you would actually come here with me," I continue as we pull into the dark parking lot behind the tattoo parlor. Putting the car into "Park", I remove the key and turn to face my sexy passenger. She turns and smiles and again I move forward to kiss her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Placing the flats of my hands against Sean's chest, I slowly slid them upward to his shoulders. The feel of his muscles rippling under my fingertips caused another rippling, though this one was between my legs. Gods I couldn't believe how much he turned me on!

My legs parted as I twisted to face my son's best friend, his hand resting lightly on my knee. Still rationalizing and blaming it on too much liquor, I leaned into him as he pressed his mouth to my lips.

The kiss was urgent. Hot and wet like I was and I wanted him to touch me intimately, in the place that was aching most for him. "Touch me," I whispered against his lips, wanting him to feel my desire. "Touch... "

Moaning softly as Sean's hand began to move along my thigh, I parted my lips to his probing tongue with a promise of more to come.

 

[Gareman]

"Touch me," she whispers almost pleading with me. The lustful desperation, in her voice, indicates to me that she's willing to cross the line. Willing to break the taboo and give herself to a man half her own age...a man she's known for such a short time...her son's best friend!

A shiver climbs from the base of my spine...slowly sending icy tingles up to my neck as my hand moves from her knee upward. Her soft skin goosefleshed with sexual arrousal feels magnificent as I continue up under her light sundress. She moans softly, the sound muffled as our mouths crush passionately together, my tongue sliding seductively between her slightly parted lips.

Brushing back the soft cotton material of her dress, I expose most of her thighs, my hand continuing upward until my fingers touch the edge of her panties. The fabric is damp to the touch and I begin to feel a rising sense of power. Sliding my hand beneath the moist leg opening I feel her pubic hair tickle my fingertips and hear another soft moan eminate from her covered mouth.

In my wildest fantasies I never would have envisioned Mrs. Ingersoll willingly parting her legs for me. I wonder what Adam's reaction would be if he could see his mother almost begging his best friend to touch her soaked pussy. The thought is somehow extremely exciting...

Breaking off our kiss, I position my mouth to VeeVee's ear. My fingers slip deeper inside of her panties, barely touching the coarse hair around her mature vagina.

"Your call VeeVee," I whisper softly. "We can go inside and get you your tattoo or find a nice quiet spot to be alone."

Allowing my fingers to graze her clitoris, I eagerly await her answer...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I gasped aloud...

as Sean's fingers grazed over my clit. Gods I couldn't remember the last time I'd been touched by any hand besides my own -- Lars had stopped the pretense long ago.

"I want... " What did I want? I wanted to get naked and just fuck, dammit! But not here. Not in a car like a horny teenager. I stiffened as the reality of the situation came slamming back at me. Sean was my son's friend! His Best Man. Less than half my age!

"Yes?" His voice was low and I could hear the desire in it. I should stop this now -- but I didn't want to. I...

Kissing him deeply, I pulled back and looked into Sean's eyes. "You must know what I want -- but is it what you want? I am Adam's mother for gods sake."

Not waiting for him to answer, I continued -- all that liquid courage spurring me on. "Look. We're here now. We might as well go inside and take a look. In the meantime, you can decide if we go further or not. I will leave that to you."

 

[Gareman]

"In the meantime, you can decide if we go further or not. I will leave that to you."

I hardly believe what she had just said. The implications of her words striking me immediately. My best friend's mother has just told me that she would be willing to go somewhere and let me fuck her brains out. My best friend's mother!!!!

At first I sit, staring at Mrs. Ingersoll, wanting to forget all about the fucking tattoo. I can feel her need...sense her burning desire and know that I can satisfy her hunger. Like a wild animal about to pounce on it's prey, I begin to feel the adrenaline rush. My heart pounds heavily in my chest, the steady drumbeat echoing in my ears. She's mine for the taking...all I have to do is say the word.

All I really have to do is start up the car and take her....

But the tattoo would really put an exclamation mark on the entire evening. While we're breaking down walls, why not take down another...

Leaning forward again, I kiss her softly on the side of her neck and move my mouth to her ear.

"Let's make this quick," I say almost inaudibly. "I've already made up my mind."

Moving away and exiting the car, I walk around and open her door. Reaching out, she offers her hand and I help her from the low seat of the small automobile. The electricity is undeniable...almost too strong to contain...but somehow we manage.

The short walk to the side door of the tattoo parlor is done in complete silence. I open the door and we enter the small dimly lit room, the unmistakeable smell of marijuana hitting me immediately. It's not the most asthetically pleasing place, but I know the owner and he does excellent work.

"Hey...Sean!"

The voice is that of "Tattoo Tim", the biggest, nastiest looking dude I've ever met. But also the best tattoo artist I've ever seen.

"Tim...dude...what's up?" I ask, reaching out to grasp his large hand. He squeezes mine...reaching out with the other to hand me a lit joint.

"You gotta try this shit..." he says, smiling broadly. "I got it from a customer this afternoon."

As I release VeeVee's hand to accept Tim's invitation, I hear her clear her throat, obviously trying to get my attention...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I knew I shouldn't have been surprised when I smelled the pot. It had been years since I'd been around anyone who smoked weed and I did remember. But that was then... and this is now.

I reached out for Sean's arm, intending to tell him that I wanted to leave, but he handed me the joint instead. Unsure what to do -- that giant of a man was staring at me -- mocking me -- defying me to take a drag. My long-buried sense of defiance took over once again and I raised it to my lips.

It was harsher than I remembered, but I fought down the urge to cough, holding the smoke for as long as I was able before letting it go. I grinned broadly and nodded, immediately feeling the headiness that came with the hit as I passed the joint back.

"VeeVee," Sean began. "This is Tattoo Tim. Tim, this is my... umm... "

I started to laugh. How was he going to introduce me? I held out my hand which was quickly engulfed in Tim's meaty paw. "VeeVee. VeeVee Ingersoll. And I'm here for a tat. May I see your books?"

Tim's grin spread over his face as he passed the joint again. "It would be my pleasure, dear lady. C'mon."

I looked at Sean and shrugged before following Tim to a table where an array of notebooks were spread out. He flipped one open to reveal photos of some of his work. "Some's mine. Some's not. You'll see. Take your time. You figure out where you want it yet?" He said it as if it was a done deed. Maybe it was. I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't at least a consideration -- would I have?

I leaned over and began to leaf through the acrylic covered pages. Where did I want it? I shrugged again. "Not sure. I'll know where when I find the right one though."

Drunk, smoking pot, seducing my son's best friend and now choosing a tattoo. I was going to hell in a handbasket and I knew it. Nor did I care. I was was a big girl now. Nothing or nobody to boss me around or stop me from doing what I wanted. And it was about time.

 

[Gareman]

I'm a little surprised as VeeVee accepts the joint and inhales deeply. Seeing the seemingly conservative mother of my best friend loosening up before my eyes excites me tremendously. I have to wonder where she will draw the line.

As she bends over and begins studying Tim's notebook, I take the opportunity to study her from behind. My eyes scan her legs, taking advantage of the distraction that Tim is providing to really get a look at how nicely tanned and shaped they are. The back of her sundress covers her mature ass, but what I couldn't see, my mind imagines and man did I want to get my hands on that...

"You figure out where you want it yet?" Tim's voice startles me a bit and when I look at him, he winks and smiles at me. His knowing expression saying everything and I realize that he is more than cool with what I have in mind. Actually...he might be in a nice position to help me out. Nodding back and returning his smile, I watch him leave the room and return with another, smaller notebook.

"Now, I don't share these with everybody," he says breaking into a mock "saleman's" tone. "But being a friend of Sean's and a very sexy lady at that....maybe you would consider something a bit on the wild side?"

As he fips open the cover I catch a glimpse of the first page and my heart races a bit faster. I see images of naked women displaying their new tattoo's proudly, some just waist up shots and others total body pictures.

"Of course, if this offends you, I'll be more than happy to make it disappear."

I wait to see VeeVee's reaction.... Tim has shown me the book several times in the past and has described in intimate detail some of the things that happened after the photos were shot. In one case, he shared a story of a typical, suburban mother of three who allowed him to fuck her brains out and tape the session after having her children's names tattooed on her shoulder blade.

I guess VeeVee's limits were about to be tested again...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

My eyes widened as I looked through the books Tim said he didn't show just anyone -- and I could see why. The drinks and the pot were really beginning to do a job on me, I thought as I began to do more than just quickly glance at the photos. That, and everything else that had happened today.

I looked up to see Sean looking at me intently. I smiled, wondering if he knew how turned on I was -- both by him and the photos. "Have you seen these?"

He nodded and moved beside me, his hand resting on my waist as I flipped yet another page. "Ohh... " I drew in my breath sharply.

The image was of a woman's vulva. Up close and personal. Very personal. Her clit and labia protruded almost obscenely, maybe because she was shaved, I don't know, but there was a difference here from the others. Not only was this one tattooed, she was pierced. Rings lined her lips and connected to a chain that travelled up her pelvis where it was attached to a stud on her navel.

I shifted as a sexy tremor ran through my body. There was something very erotic about this. I mean, I had seen a pussy before. And my own, certainly. But I had never seen a pierced one. I looked at Sean to see his reaction.

"Do you like it?" I asked quietly. Of course I had no intention of getting a piercing there, but there was an inkling of an idea that had begun to creep into my mind.

 

[Gareman]

"Do you like it?" VeeVee asked, trying to gauge my feelings. I looked closely at the photo and then back into her questioning eyes.

"Well..." I started. "I'm not much into piercings, but there is certainly something about that photo..."

I wanted so badly to take her right then and there. The mixture of alcohol and weed was affecting us both and I knew our evening was only going to get more interesting.

"Are you sure you want to make this decision tonight?" I offered her an out, knowing her judgement was cloudy. "I mean I'd hate to have you wake up pierced, tattooed and hating me."

I moved my hand from her hip and found the soft flesh of her thigh. Slowly it found it's way under her sundress, both of us oblivious to Tim's presence.

"As it is, you'll probably hate me anyway."

I kissed her softly on the neck and noticed that Tim had gone into another room. He was such a cool dude...giving us some privacy and all.

"Whatever we do," I continue. "I think we need to leave Tim some pictures for his hospitality."

Stepping directly behind my beautiful, sexy date, I move both hands up her dress and gently begin to rub her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties.

"It's the least we can do...don't you think?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I moaned softly when Sean kissed my neck and I could feel the bulge in his jeans as he ground his pelvis against my ass. The movement duplicated the motions of his fingers on the wet gusset of my panties. But this time it just wasn't enough.

"Gods, Sean." My voice sounded distant -- husky with desire. I felt as if possessed. Every nerve taut, ready to snap from anticipation. My skin was covered by a thin sheen of sweat and tingling wherever he touched. I wanted him. Needed him.

Afraid to turn around in case the spell was broken, I reached back, fumbling with the fastenings on his pants, freeing his straining cock from the confines of his clothing. My thumb spreading the precum over its swollen head, I moaned again. Deep. Gutteral. Almost feral.

"I want you." The voice seemed distant, almost as if it were someone else speaking, but I knew it was me. My subconscious told me it wasn't right -- that Tim was still around someplace but I didn't care. I wanted Sean buried deep inside of my body. Thrusting. Hard. I didn't want to make love -- I needed to fuck.

"VeeVee... " Sean's voice was a low growl as he yanked at my panties, ripping the thin material away.

"Please" I mewled, pleading for what I knew only Sean could give me as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it through the slick wetness of my slit. I trembled, feeling the swollen head move over my clit and back. I pushed against him, but he moved away.

"Is this what you want, baby? Tell me what you want."

"I want... "

"Say it. I want to hear you say it." He teased me with yet another stroke through my cleft, and I cried out.

"I want you to fuck me! I want your cock in my pussy! Now, dammit. Please now."

 

[Gareman]

Hearing Adam's mom begging to be fucked was "out of this world" exciting. I moved closer, my hand pressing against her back...forcing her down onto the table. Looking up, I saw Tim standing silently in the doorway to the backroom and then duck back inside. A soft buzz and a snap told me that he had locked the front door and I noticed the security cameras all turning down toward us. I knew he wouldn't interfere, but he would definitely enjoy the show.

Sliding my thick cock head along the length of VeeVee's moist pussy lips... finally moving to her slick opening...I begin pushing inside. Slowly my hard penis burrows in, the warmth of her womb sheathing me...welcoming me in. My older lover tries desperately to push backward, wanting my entire length inside, but it's I that controls the pace and when I feel myself about halfway in...I stop and slowly begin withdrawing.

She wimpers, disappointed at first, but then I position myself even closer and slam deeply into her...her thighs banging heavily against the table with the force of my forward thrust...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I held my breath as Sean slid his cock into my cleft, rubbing it over my clit and through my wetness. I tried to push back against him as he began to slide his cock into my pussy, but he stopped. I mewled in protest. Why?

I tried to turn, but he held my hips firmly. Gods. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. I was aching...

"OH!" The sudden thrust of his cock into my pussy pushed me against the table. Yesssssss. Gods yes. I ground my ass against him as he plunged in and out of me. I couldn't believe that I was already on the verge of cumming.

All the wanting and teasing and touching that we'd been doing added to the memory of Sean masturbating. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had a cock inside me -- Lars and I had stopped having sex ages before.

"Harder!" I pleaded as he continued to ram into me. I was teetering on the verge of a mind blowing cum and I couldn't hold back. Didn't want to hold back.

 

[Gareman]

Looking down at Adam's mom...bent over a table...legs spread...begging to be fucked...something didn't seem right. I wanted, more than anything to fuck her brains out, but something told me that it might be better to back off a bit.

Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth to her ear.

"VeeVee," I whispered softly. "I want you to get your tattoo first."

I heard a soft whimper from my older lover as I slowly slid my hard cock from her moist pussy. I knew that she was close to an orgasm and a few more thrusts would have given her the sexual release that she so badly needed. But tonight, things would be on my terms and I knew that she would do anything I wanted.

I helped her up and turned her around, placing my lips gently on hers.

"Please," I said. "Do this for me and I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

She trembled with sexual excitement and then nodded.

"Hey Tim!" I shouted toward the back room. "I think we've found what we want!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I nuzzled against Sean's neck as he held me against himself. I was wobbly, every nerve stretched to its limits, I was sure I'd snap from the sexual tension alone. My nipples ached to be suckled, my pussy to be filled. If I did this first, I would have all of that and more, he said. Gods I was horny!

Even though I was high and more than a little drunk, I wanted the tattoo. I knew that I would get one from the minute we'd first talked about it back at the house this afternoon. And now I knew where.

Tim had come back into the room when Sean called him and was setting up. "Does he have to shave me?" I asked quietly. "I want the tat... here." I pushed up my dress and pointed.

"Did you choose a design, VeeVee?" Tim asked and patted the table near where he stood. "Hop on up."

I picked up the book that had a photo of the one I liked. A moon with a hummingbird. "This one." I turned toward Sean. "Do you like it?"

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/moontat.jpg

 

[Gareman]

My mind buzzed with anticipation as VeeVee showed Tim the design she had chosen. I knew the whole idea of getting a tattoo was somehow sexually exciting for her and with everything else going on, she was primed for a wild evening. I watched as she slid her ass up onto the table and pulled her skirt up, revealing her sexy legs and bare pussy.

"Do you like it?"

I smiled and nodded, pressing my finger into her wet pussy and then licking my coated digit.

"Mmmmm...it's delicious," I answered, winking. "And I like the design too."

Tim was busy preparing the pattern and paid us no mind. I took advantage of the opportunity to press my lips to VeeVee's and kiss her sensually.

"Let's get this over with so we can really get down to business," I said breaking our kiss for a moment. "I can't wait to get you alone."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I was excited about the tattoo -- like a little girl about to do something she had been told not to. In a way, Lars had been very much like a father to me. Guiding me, directing me, allowing me -- forbidding me. I felt like I was about to get caught with my hand in the cookie jar and the sensation was absolutely exhiliarating.

Maybe it was where I was having the tat placed. Not only had I defied Lars by getting one, I was giving away that special place that had always only been his. As if it would matter to him. He had his tiny heinie. The chippie he said he was in love with. In a way, this was my final act of defiance and I wondered if I would have the nerve to tell him. Just because.

"I can't wait to get you alone."

The smell of sex seemed to hang in the air as I lay back on the table. I wonder if Tim could smell it, or if it was just my imagination. Frankly, I was beyond caring. I didn't know how long it would take Tim to etch the tattoo onto my mons, but the promise of what would come after was driving me wild.

"Gods I want you," I whispered hungrily against Sean's mouth. He grinned and put the finger he'd just dipped into my soaking pussy between my lips.

"Taste yourself, VeeVee," he whispered into my ear. "Taste what I'm gonna taste."

I swear I almost came right then and there. I probably would have except for the distraction of Tim's voice telling me he was about to begin.

 

[Gareman]

Moving to the side of the table, I made room for Tim. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and moved close to VeeVee.

"Okay honey, where's this going?" He said as he stepped forward.

My hand grasped Adam's mom's as she pointed to the place that she had chosen and my heart began pounding even more heavily. The thought of Tim working on such an intimate area turned me on incredibly.

The older woman looked at me, her eyes searching for my opinion and I smiled, nodding at Tim to continue.

His hands moved down, pushing her dress up out of the way...exposing her wet pussy. Placing the pattern carefully, he began transferring the design onto her skin.

Mrs. Ingersoll, lying back on the small table, closed her eyes as Tim worked. His hands stayed to the task, but I noticed that the small sheet of paper moved slightly, brushing up against her labia, causing her to begin biting her lower lip and trembling softly. Her hand tightened around mine and I responded by placing my free hand over one of her breasts and squeezing softly.

"Mmmmm...." She purred, almost inaudibly, as my hand gently kneaded her supple tit.

"Just relax baby, " I encouraged, anxious for our time alone.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

It was a struggle to stay still between Sean's hand on my breast and Tim sitting between my legs. What the hell was the matter with me, I wondered. It seemed as though I had shed every bit of moral scruples I'd ever had in the space of a day. Part of it was scintillating. Part of it was -- well, almost shocking.

Here I was, Genevieve Ingersoll -- model wife (well, soon to be ex-wife) and mother, member of the Garden Society, junior high teacher and all-around paragon of morality -- laying with my legs spread and my pussy bared for a complete stranger while I got a tattoo on my mons while my son's best man groped me. If anybody had said I'd be doing this five years ago, or even last week, I'd have told them they'd mixed me up with someone else.

Gods! If Lars only knew... If Adam ever found out! Actually, if anyone from my inner circle of friends ever heard about this, they'd run me out of town on a rail. No bag lunch, either. It wasn't too late. I could stop all of this and go back to my regular, humdrum lifestyle. But did I want to?

There was a certain sense of exhilaration in the knowledge that my inhibitions were being torn away one by one -- even if prompted by the drinks and the couple of tokes on the joint. It made me feel dirty and sweet -- even if it was more than a little bit perverted.

"Ow!" I'd moved and the needle had pricked me the wrong way, causing me to jump.

"Hang in there, VeeVee. Relax and try to stay still," Tim commiserated. "It's not the most comfortable feel, but it will all be worth it in the end. You'll see."

 

[Gareman]

VeeVee flinched and let out a sharp cry as the needle hit her flesh. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back as Tim continued, working to outline the design on her skin.

I continued gently kneading her soft breast, combining the pain of the tattooing with the pleasure that my hand was providing. It surely made for a delicious combination.

My eyes focused on Tim's hand, noticing his fingers gripping the instrument and guiding it expertly around the edge of the pattern...his palm grazing VeeVee's pussy lips on occasion, causing her to grip my hand even tighter.

"You're doing just fine," Tim reassured, as he worked meticulously on the outline. "Just try to relax."

Taking the older woman's left leg in his hand, he pushed it open, giving himself a better angle to work. Now her legs were spread fairly wide and her pussy was directly under his palm.

"I'm almost done with the outline," he continued, lowering his hand and pressing gently on her moist cunt lips. "I'd like to do the colors another day."

As he spoke, he rocked his hand back and forth, working the ink into a pefect outline of the design she had chosen. His palm rubbed against her vagina and made contact with her swollen clit.

"You wouldn't mind coming back to see me again...would you?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"No... I don't mind," I replied to Tim's question.

His hand was rubbing against my clit as he worked and I was struggling with all of my might to stay still. Something in the back of my mind told me that it wasn't accidental, though I didn't really want to accept that and despite my best efforts I knew I was going to lose control.

My eyes locked with Sean's. Pleading. Begging. Help me. He had to know what was going on, but could he stop it? Would he? It was him I wanted. His hand. His mouth. His cock. Yet here I was, on the verge of a mind-blowing cum and it was a complete stranger's hand driving me on.

Not that Sean was any different. I hadn't known him much longer, despite the fact I had known of him. My son's friend. His best man. Twenty years younger than me. What the hell had I been thinking? I hadn't been. That was the whole point. And now look where that had placed me.

I moaned. Tim's touch had suddenly become more purposeful. It wasn't a mistake. He meant to do this. I knew it as his hand pressed harder, more rhythmically against my pussy. I could feel the ball of his hand parting my lips, pushing into the slick wetness of my cleft. Rubbing. Massaging. Kneading.

I didn't want this. I wasn't the neighborhood slut. Some common whore to be used. Taken advantage of. Please, god. Make him stop. Make it...

I was beginning to panic. My body was reacting even if my mind was screaming that this was wrong. So very wrong. "Please," I finally managed to gasp. My head spinning, my hips beginning to rock against Tim's hand. "Sean... "

 

[Gareman]

Watching Tim's hand working against VeeVee's wet pussy was wildly exciting. In some strange way I wanted him to continue and may have even enjoyed watching him fuck her right on front of me. But then I saw the desperate look in her eyes, begging me to help her and I knew I had to stop him.

"Hey Tim," I said, pulling his hand away. "It's getting late...maybe we should finish up another day."

He smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"Yeah man," he replied. "I'm kind of beat."

I could tell by his expression that he wanted to apologize, but really couldn't figure out exactly how. He started to say something once or twice and then stopped.

"How much do we owe you?" I asked, taking my wallet from my pocket.

"No...no..." he said quickly. "This one's on me...really...my pleasure."

Patting him on the back, I stepped close to VeeVee and helped her up. She swayed as her feet hit the floor. I wrapped my arms around her, steadying her and she smiled gratefully.

Tim unlocked the door and we said our goodbyes a knowing wink
and smile flashing across his face as I thanked him.

I half-carried Mrs. Ingersoll to the car as the alcohol and pot really began to take effect. In my mind I began to wonder if I should just drive her back home. I mean it would almost be like raping her at this point if I were to follow through on what I really wanted to do.

Placing her into the passenger seat, I slipped her seatbelt on and closed the door. Walking around to the drivers side, I got in and looked at her...trying to decide what to do...