This one is from days long passed, but I was thinking about it today. Had some time on my hands, so I typed it up (on mobile, so im likely screwing a few things up). Its more of a gone mild story, but what the hell, its still fun for me to think back on and hopefully for you to read.
I was 19 at the time and I just broke up with my high school girlfriend about 2 months prior. I ended going out with this petite 18yr blonde. We ended up having a lot of fun in the few short months that we were together. She was of average build with some damn nice c cups.
On maybe our third date I mentioned I was going to get a tattoo that was kinda kinky. Her eyes went wide and said, “I want one too!”
Thankfully, she did not want my tattoo, but she did want a tattoo. For the sake of the story I’ll give you some details about my tattoo first. I manscaped since I had a driver license and I wanted something decorative down there, so i decided on getting one on the V area between my belt and dick. She ended up wanting a lacy garter belt with a blue ribbon and an blue bow. She wanted it hiked up there too, practically on her hip and only an inch or so down passed her lady bits. A few days later I made our appointments at the parlor . I choose a lady who had done some impressive work and had a few tattoos on her person I liked. She did not care who did hers, so long as they were good, so picked for her
After we get to the palor we go back a hallway that has the rooms where the work gets done. Each room had a small open window, so even if the door was closed and employee could walk past and see in if they wanted. I was on one end of the hallway and she was on the other end. I get undressed and my tattooist started on the outlines. All I had on was my T shirt and my boxer-briefs pulled down. After some time she needed a break and told me I should get up and check on my girl. I was concerned about being exposed, but she said the other girl did not give two shits and would probably try to gawk anyway. So she took her break and I walked down to see how my girl was doing.
I look in and see my gf laying on her back on a table that was tiled up slighting. Her legs were facing the window. Her pants were off. Her one leg was pulled up and to the side as she held it in place. Her tattooist was positioned between her legs working on her inner thigh. She choose to wear these small purple camo panties with a second smaller layer of black lace on top of them. They were small panties, just a bit larger then a typical thong and looked like two pairs on top of each other. Goofy, but sexy. She had her head pointing at the ceiling letting him work. I watch for a bit, watching the guy mostly. It look like he could brush her underwear back and forth if he wanted too. Her panties were pulled up a little bit to much, you could see the bottom sides if her mound peaking out on the bottom and that she was waxed. I was slightly aroused and almost concerned, but shrugged it off. Neither of them saw me. She was looking up the whole time and he was… focusing on his work.
I went back to my room and my tattooist joined me in a bit. She went back too work. In the next few hours she became comfortable with me and often rested her arm on my junk to get the work done. I warned her if she kept rolling her arm on me it was going to cause a reaction, not that I minded, just a heads up. She laughed and said would not care. Well, maybe she did care because the rest of my time in there she had some part of her arms, or body, resting on my junk. Writing this now she reminds me a little bit of Elizabeth from the Girl with a Dragon Tattoo. Not just because of her looks, but her attitude as well when she realized I had no fucks about her doing what she wanted. She did get me a little erect with all that back forth, but she kept to her work. When she was done she had me stand and took a dozen different pictures. After the attercare and clear wrap was applied she was kneeling in front of me when she suddenly yanked my boxer-briefs down the rest of the way. She must have been like, “Yep, there is the teenagers cock I’ve been rubbing on… and that tattoo goes good with it.”
Or that’s what I would like to think her thoughts were. 3 seconds after the yank she stood and walked right out. I barely had time to compute wtf was going on when she said, “ All done. Go hang with your gf.”
After I got dressed I walked to her room. She was still in the same spot, but now her leg getting the work was out in front of her more and bent at the knee as he worked on her ribbon from her side. I looked at her. She seemed relaxed in there. Her other leg was off the side of the table leaving her legs still spread, just in a different fashion. Anybody looking in could have a clear eyeline to her panties as she laid there. I took notice the tattooist’s gun cord (or whatever its called) was going up between her legs and over her panties as it then went over her hips to the gun. I looked at her for a second. She was holding the cord in place just abovet her panties. I laughed, and thought there was no way she was doing that on purpose.
I knocked and went in. I sat there with them for the next hour talking about misc bullshit. When he finally finished up. He did the tattoo prep, wrap and left. I was not emotionally invested in this girl, so I didn’t really care, but I asked, “Your legs were spread the whole time with those fancy panties you got on. Anything naughty happen?”
She chuckles in embarrassment. She was arouse from the pain at one point, but she mentally focused so she didn’t get overly excited. She told me that his knuckles did brush her a number of times, but he did not say anything about it and was likely just working. When I pushed her she admitted that she was holding the cord over her clit because the vibrations felt good. I’m not sure exactly how much those cords buzz, but it apparently was enough for her. She was read faced when she said it out loud. She was probably aroused the whole fucking time.
I told her my tattooist had a devil may care attitude and there was nothing I could hide from her anymore. As she was getting dressed I leaned forward and said, “I know you were wet when he bushed your pussy and Im pretty sure everyone must have looked in that window and saw your legs spread at them.”
She was red face at this point, but I know part of her was happy about it, cause she was a freak like that.
We paid and talked to my tattooist a bit more, apparently they had time to kill. She went into detail how she had her arm on my junk in front if everyone. It was my turn to be embarrassed now. Then she did damage control and said loudly, “Don’t worry about it sweet thing. I certainly didn’t. (Lols ensued).”
My gf was standing next to me so, my tattooist enjoyed teasing me all the more. Then we talked some more and she was actually pretty stoked about my tattoo. She was steering the conversation at this point. Eventually, she wanted to see my girlfriend’s tattoo. My shame was kicked to shit and back now so wtf at this point, so I gave her the go ahead. She shyly dropped her pants to show off the tattoo (there were like six other people there).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbzguo/mf_when_the_girlfriend_and_i_got_some_kinky