It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the early spring. The sun was shining down warmly, the snow was melting, and the sound of running water and chirping birds echoed in the air.

Like many other people, we were out around town running errands and doing some neglected tasks. Surprisingly, my husband, Rob, pulled the car into an unfamiliar parking lot. I looked around at the businesses, spying an accountant’s office, a dry cleaner, a smoke shop, and an Asian grocer.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, confused because we didn’t frequent any of those shops.

Rob flashed a devilish grin. “The Tattoo Shop is around back. I thought it was time we finally went in and checked it out.”

“You’re getting a tattoo?” I was shocked that he finally worked up the courage.

“Haha! Not me today. But maybe you. Let’s just go in and see.”

I had been considering getting a tattoo for a while, but was unable to decide on a design. I wanted one that told a story. One that had deep meaning for me.

I had considered a few options. I was torn between something honouring my late father and something honouring my children. Maybe my dad’s guitar on my forearm. Then every time I would look at it I would smell the mixture of the mahogany wood and the worn leather strap. I would hear his rich bass voice singing those old beloved songs. Or maybe a design incorporating my children, perhaps as branches on a tree, or a family of cubs that would make me smile and remember the early days of motherhood. So many options, I truly couldn’t decide.

“Okay. It wouldn’t hurt to look,” I responded.

We walked around the back and opened the door. I had expected to see a dark, dingy place full of seedy characters. Instead, we found ourselves in a bright, clinical setting with colourful tattoo artwork lining the walls, and friendly faces smiling at us. I exhaled the breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding.

“Hey! I’m Gina. How can I help you today?”

Gina was standing behind the desk, sketching what I assumed to be a tattoo in progress. She had long jet-black hair and icy blue eyes that smiled as she flashed brilliantly white teeth at us.

Rob’s reaction to her was immediate. I could see the bulge grow in his pants as he took in her full figure. She was wearing a strapless blue dress, resembling a tube top, only it stretched to her upper thigh. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her large breasts jiggled with every move she made.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m considering getting a tattoo, but can’t make up my mind what I want, if anything,” I replied while grabbing Rob’s hand to pull his attention back to why we were there.

“I was the same way,” Gina said. “Here, why don’t you look through Johnny’s portfolio and see if anything speaks to you. He’d be happy to help you design something if you like his work.”

Smiling, I took the offered portfolio and took a seat in the leather chairs in the waiting room, Rob beside me. We thumbed through the pages and could immediately tell that every tattoo told a story. They were works of art. Some were detailed and intricate, while others were simple. Some carried grief, some carried joy. All were meaningful.

Occasionally, I would catch Rob watching Gina. “She’s stunning, isn’t she? You seem very captivated by her,” I whispered in his ear.

He nodded and smiled. He knew I wasn’t jealous. We both enjoyed looking.

Twenty minutes later, Gina approached us with a man wearing navy scrubs who could have passed for a surgeon. He was easily six feet tall, a slim build, (almost gangly), and his long brown hair was pulled back in a knot at the back of his head, showing the grey at his temples. His brown eyes and full lips were accented by laugh lines. His arms were fully inked in an intricately woven design.

I felt my pulse begin to quicken as I looked up at him.

“See anything you like?” he said in a deep, rich voice that resonated deep inside me.

I wanted to say “Hell yeah,” but my voice failed me. I knew he was referring to his portfolio, but I was too blinded by his presence to respond. Eventually, I smiled and nodded.

“Why don’t you come back with me, and we can discuss what you’re thinking. I’ll walk you through the process.”

“Oh, I’m not sure what I want - I wouldn’t want to waste your time,” I said, my voice quivering.

“You should go with him and see what you can come up with,” Rob encouraged. I looked at him questioningly.

“Go!” he said again.

So I did. I followed Johnny back to his room. Again, it was not what I had expected. The room was bright and sterile, resembling a doctor’s exam room. Cold chrome and warm black leather adorned the table and the reclining chair in the corner. There was a cart with the tattoo gun, supplies, and a spinning stool. Sitting on the counter beside the sink were two bubble gum machines.

The bright red of those machines caught my eye instantly, being the only pop of colour in an otherwise sterile room. Upon second glance, I noticed it wasn’t actually gum balls inside, but rather plastic balls with something inside them.

“Curious about those balls?” Johnny asked.

“They do seem out of place here. What’s inside them?”

“If I tell you that, you’ll have to follow instructions. Are you sure you really want to know?”

I swallowed hard, my heart beginning to race. I nodded, “Yes.”

“They are usually reserved for special clients,” he said, opening a drawer and handing me two tokens. “Put a token in the left machine, but only if you are prepared to follow through.”

That sounded like a challenge to me. I was determined not to back away now. Stepping forward, I placed the token in the left machine and twisted the handle. A yellow ball landed in my hand. I opened it and looked at a stencil of a teddy bear. Oh shit. Was it a tattoo?

“Now place the other in the machine on the right,” Johnny said.

My hand tumbled this time, as I began to understand that I would forever wear a reminder of this moment. I opened the red ball and chuckled. It simply said “left breast”.

Being clever, I pieced it together quickly. “You’re going to put this tattoo on my left breast,” I mumbled under my breath while looking at the two pieces of paper in my hand.

“Yes, I am. Ready? Let’s get started. Take off your shirt and bra,” Johnny instructed.

I swallowed hard, my heart beating out of my chest as I watched him prepare to start. My hands were quivering as they went to the hem of my T-shirt and hesitated. Was I really going to do this? Yes, I was. I ripped my shirt up and over my head in one quick movement and let it fall on the floor. All of my inhibitions fell with it.

Johnny looked at me and smiled. His eyes dared me to continue. I did. My hands reached behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra. He watched as I shrugged the straps off my shoulders, the silky pink fabric falling away from my full, flushed breasts. My large areolas were tight and puckered, my nipples hard as diamonds, my body highly aroused.

I heard the subtle catch in his breath, the widening of his eyes, as Johnny surveyed his canvas. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a growing bulge in his loose scrubs. He stepped closer, reaching out his hand. “May I?” he asked.

My head nodded in consent….I had no voice.

His hands were warm and strong as they grabbed and squeezed my left breast, looking for the right spot to place the tattoo. His fingers brushed the outer side, seeming to settle there. He sterilized the area, the cold alcohol on my flesh making me shiver, and my nipples tightened even further.

I’m not sure how many times he asked, but suddenly I was aware that he had been asking for the stencil. His hand on mine startled me out of my reverie.

“Oh sorry!” I said as I blushed, giving him the stencil, which he placed on the side of my breast. I jumped and giggled as he worked, realizing for the first time that I was ticklish on the outside of my breast. Or maybe I was just nervous.

Handing me the mirror, he asked me to check the placement. Again, I nodded and handed him back the mirror. He motioned to the chair and had me take my place. The feel of the cold leather on my back gave me goosebumps, and I felt my body beginning to tremble. Was I really going to do this?

The answer was yes. Johnny prepared the tattoo gun, and then his eyes met mine. “There will be a little pressure, maybe some mild discomfort, but we’ll be done before you know it,” he said in a soothing voice as his hand rubbed my forearm. “Ready?”

I willed myself to speak. “Yes!”

That first touch, although expected, sent a jolt through me. Not pleasure, not pain, but a foreign feeling. My body trembled, my hands clenched the armrests of the chair, and I held my breath. The buzzing vibrations as he worked seemed to settle deep within me at my G spot.

An experienced tattoo artist, Johnny recognized what was happening to me. He gave me a knowing smile and moved in closer. I could clearly see his cock straining in his scrubs now. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, trying to stay in control

My eyes flew open when I heard a new voice in the room. Another tattoo artist (whose name I later learned was Al) had poked his head in the door. “How’s it going in here?” He was an imposing figure, with broader shoulders and a fuller body than Johnny, his bearded smile and hazel eyes surprisingly warm.

Johnny paused and replied, “It’s going well, but I could use your help distracting her…”

Al came right in, pulling up a rolling stool and sitting on the opposite side of me. His hand grabbed mine. “You need a little distraction, eh? How about this?”

His hand immediately moved to brush lightly over my right nipple, sending a shiver right down my spine.

“Stay still,” Johnny and Al commanded at the same time. I nodded and steadied myself.

Soon I felt his hand massaging my breast firmly, followed by his warm breath as his mouth drew closer to my nipple. The distraction was working - I was focused on what Al was doing, not on the tattoo being etched into my skin. I felt his lips close over me as he gently sucked. The buzzing in my G spot intensified.

My hips began to writhe in my seat as the pleasure washed over me. Before I knew it, Johnny had finished my tattoo and was applying the clear protective skin. As he did, his fingers brushed over my left nipple. I gasped as my eyes looked up at him, lingering until he bent his head and sucked my aching nipple into his mouth.

The feeling of having both breasts sucked by these two men was one of such intense pleasure that I knew I wouldn’t last long. Al brought his hand down to my jeans and popped my button before sliding down my zipper and slipping his hand inside. I raised my hips in an invitation for him to slide them off, which he did, along with my black thong.

The palm of his hand was hot and heavy on my smooth mound as his fingers flitted over my clit, driving me crazy and making me writhe. My hand grabbed for the waistband of his scrubs, pulling them down, his engorged nine-inch cock getting caught momentarily, then springing free. I felt my pussy clench in response as I wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock.

My body was tensing and quivering, overwhelmed by all the sensations as the orgasm washed over me. My legs were still shaking when Johnny released my breast, reached for my hand and pulled me up. He bent me forward, leaning me on the clinical leather bed. I readjusted my hand on Al’s cock and began stroking him as Johnny dropped his pants and lined up his swollen cock with my wet slit.

It wasn’t until he started to slip inside me that I realized just how big and thick Johnny’s cock was. The stretch was almost painful as he pushed in deep, but soon turned to pleasure as I adjusted. Buried totally inside me, I could feel him throbbing as I began to squeeze. He inhaled sharply and started to thrust his hips, sliding almost totally out of me before plunging back in.

Before long, his pace had dramatically increased, as did mine as I stroked Al. We had a symbiotic rhythm going when I felt Johnny tense and swell inside of me. He exploded with a loud growl, filling me with pulse after pulse of hot cum. When he softened enough, he pulled out and stepped aside, letting Al take his place.

Al took his cock in his hand and rubbed it teasingly along my gaping, dripping hole. He groaned and then effortlessly thrust into me, his balls hitting against my clit when he bottomed out. I tightened my muscles around him, gripping him, my feeble attempt at trying to keep him buried. He slowly withdrew before plunging in again, doing this several times until he became more urgent and started pounding me.

The goosebumps on my flesh gave away how close I was to cumming on his cock. With my back arched and body trembling, my orgasm washed over me while Al continued to pound.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Gina’s cheerful voice saying, “Your next client is here, Johnny!”

Fuck!

“Thanks. We’re almost done here,” Johnny replied.

Almost on cue, Al pulled my hips tight against him as he added his cum to the mix. Johnny was already getting dressed while Al and I tried to catch our breath.

I was in a daze as I grabbed my thong and then my jeans, sliding them up over my sweaty, sticky body. I reached for my bra, forgetting that I just got a tattoo on my breast…the sudden pain as I tried to put it on reminded me.

“You might want to leave that off,” Johnny said, chuckling. He handed me a mirror to examine the new teddy bear tattoo on the side of my left breast.. I smiled at the reflection, thinking of what a story that teddy bear told.

I opted to leave my bra off, just pulling my t-shirt over my head. Johnny led me back out to the reception desk. Rob smiled and came to stand beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist protectively, his eyes noticing my bra-less state.

“How did it go?” he asked.

“I’ll show you later,” I replied with a wink.

Gina smiled knowingly. “What did you end up deciding?”

“I did the gum balls….ended up with a teddy bear on my left breast,” I responded.

“Mine was on my right!” She exclaimed as she pulled down the top of her dress to show me. Rob’s eyes nearly bugged right out of his head as he looked at her pale flesh etched with a teddy bear, crowned by a pink, puffy nipple. His cock sprang to life against my hip.

She turned her attention back to Johnny. “What is the charge?”

“This one is on the house. She’ll be back for more.” He winked at me with a smug smile before disappearing to his room to prepare for his next client.

He was right, of course…