I had just turned twenty-one and my current boyfriend had decided to get me a present I'd never forget, or be rid of -- a tattoo. I was apprehensive because the only other tattoo I had done was an unpleasant experience to say the least. But I was game for almost anything and I cared for Sam a lot so I said he could pick the design and the placement if he wanted. He agreed and we went shopping for an establishment that was clean and did good work.
When we finally picked a place I watched a woman get a tattoo on her lower back while Sam looked at all the designs on the walls. I noticed that the guy that did the work was around my age and had gentle hands so I began to feel less nervous. Watching the guy work I became a little lost in his arm movements, finding them somewhat erotic in a comforting way. I was so lost in him that I didn't hear Sam call my name, after the third time he finally came to stand beside me. "Hey, Rach, I found one. Come see if you like it."
Following him over to a north sidewall I could only stare at the dragon that was at least seven inches long and immensely thick. It was colorful to say the least and coiled substantially around itself but the tongue is what caught me off guard. It was long and un-ordinarily sized for a dragons tongue and it seemed to flicker at the end in twin spears. I stared up at Sam and asked, "You actually expect me to get that somewhere on...me?"
I mean I was slender framed and that thing was huge. I tugged on my dark hair, once again becoming slightly nervous. Sam put his finger under my chin and met his blue eyes with my green ones, "You said I could pick the design." I sighed in apprehension and knew that this dragon was my new tattoo.
"Now where should it go?" Sam wondered, playfully expecting me like a Greek statue. I was worried about putting it somewhere visible and he knew this. He looked at the dragon again and smirked a sexy smile, I just quirked an eyebrow at him in question. He pointed his finger at the end of the dragon's tongue -- the wagging twin spears. I still didn't get it; I could be dense at times. Sam then pointed a finger at my left inner thigh. Oh I got it then. "No way, that area is sensitive enough as it is!"
"Come on Rach, I get to choose remember."
I remembered, but the thought of another guy looking at me in my underwear made me a little shy and yet a little horny. I remembered the guy in the other rooms' hands, seeming gentle enough. I began to shift my feet in hesitation and Sam interpreted it correctly, "You can always imagine his hands are mine." At that statement I felt a small trickle of wetness surge straight to my pussy. I bit my lower lip in nervousness and finally agreed.
