I felt my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my jeans “Hey! You need to come in so I can take a peek at your nipples, to see how they are healing 😉 “. I knew what that meant. He wanted me. I felt my pussy growing warm and wet at the thought as butterflies shot across my abdomen deep within my stomach. “I can come tonight between 8 and 9, is that cool?” I replied. The next few hours were going to drag on. I was excited to see him. Last week’s encounter although innocent and brief, left me wanting more. “Everyone is watching the fight here tonight and tattooing late, but come by for a drink,” he texted. I immediately went to my room, I chose a black deep v- neck blouse and ripped black jeans with heels and a black leather jacket. My undergarments were simple. Black thong and a black lace bra, classic. I kept my makeup simple. Light eyeliner, and some blush with a bold red lip. After all, I wanted to direct his attention toward my mouth as much as possible. I spritzed some perfume ‘rose des vents’ as per usual and headed out the door. I needed music on the way over to get my head in the right mindset. My phone connected and Jelly Roll began singing through my car speakers, I reached over to the volume knob and placed my finger tips on the dial to raise the volume. My lilac fingernails caught the reflection from my dome lights on my car. They weren’t the classic black, but they would do. After all most people have different facades they can play when times are right. Tonight I was channeling my inner bad girl. The sexual tension was so strong between us. It was the kind of thing you see in movies all the time, a woman getting a service done and lusting after the person who performed the service. I felt my mind wander to thinking of the night’s possibilities. Before I knew it I had arrived at the shop and parked my car. I adjusted my jacket and walked toward the front of the shop. “Yo Freddie,” I heard his co worker yell toward the back. There he was smiling ear to ear, and I couldn’t help but smile back. He opened his arms wide and embraced me. I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine. He smelled familiar. A mix of cologne and a light hint of cigarettes. There was the feeling again. My panties were drenched already and the night was just beginning.

Before I knew it the fight ended and his co workers had all gone home for the night. It was just us alone in the tattoo shop. He led me to the back room on the infamous couch. He took my face in his left hand and guided my lips toward his. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I could not pull back the reigns any longer. My hands began exploring every part of his chest, shoulders and back. He pushed my body back on the couch and straddled me. My hands continued to wander across his hips and eventually landed on his hard cock. He stood up to undo his pants and I immediately unhooked my bra and began blowing him. He tasted so good, and he was unbelievably hard. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft focusing on the head. It wasn’t too long before I tasted his cum. I swallowed and looked up at him. He pushed me back on the couch and pried my thighs open, before I knew it he was eating me out. He definitely knew what he was doing and he was very good at it. It wasn’t long before I was moaning out in ecstasy. My thighs shaking. We looked at each other and simultaneously chuckled. “Let’s go get a drink,” he said.

“Cheers!” I said. As we clinked bottles and took our shots. I looked up at him and leaned in for a kiss. I took a second to study his face, sure he was much older than I (17 years to be exact) but that added to the allure. He had dark eyes and dark hair. I brushed my palms down his upper arms studying his tattooed skin. We were back at the shop and I knew things were about to again get hot and heavy. This time I wasted no time getting comfortable. I stripped down and flirtatiously grabbed his hoodie off the couch cushion. I sat on his lap facing him and looked deep into his eyes before kissing down his neck and chest all the way down his abdomen wearing nothing but his hoodie. I was staring to gain more confidence in going after what I wanted from him. He was hard again and I found myself wet…again. “I need to grab my keys from the lobby,” he said and I followed him out to the lobby. There was something extra sexy and naughty about a married woman being in a tattoo shop in the middle of the night wearing nothing but the piercer’s jacket and a hotwife anklet. “What is all this?” I asked him as I pointed to a large speaker in the corner of the shop. “It’s a karaoke machine,” he said “Do you want to sing karaoke?” “Duh!” I replied. Before I knew it we were singing one of my favorite songs “If It Means A Lot to You” by A Day to Remember. I was seated in a shop chair on wheels with my legs wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t long until we found ourselves in the back yet again. I began touching my pussy, after all I had to contain myself in the lobby there were cameras. This time he grabbed my ankles and stretched them up by my ears. He started kissing and licking my ass cheeks and inner thighs until he reached my pussy and ultimately my asshole. I couldn’t help but touch myself. A couple of minutes later I couldn’t edge myself any longer. I came so hard I couldn’t hold back the moans. “Oh my god Freddie!” I yelled as I came, my thighs shaking. He looked down at me and smiled. Time had flown. It was nearly 2 am. “I’m keeping these.” He said. “What is it?” I replied. I looked over and in his hand was my black g string. “I’ve never had a man keep my underwear” I said. “Now you have.” He said as he sniffed them and put them in his pocket. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I’ll send you a little surprise with these later.”