Free Ink

I finally decided to get a tattoo and end up getting a whole lot more....

I was sitting in a chair, talking to my sister-in-law as she got her tattoo done. I had just finished getting my first one and was very excited to go home and show it off to everyone. As she was getting hers done, we discussed getting more in the future and I told her how I wanted to get a bigger tattoo done with my son's name on it and a couple other things. We went back and forth about it and I knew that it would be a very expensive piece so it would be a while before I would be able to afford it. Once she was done with her tattoo, we paid for the work and headed home. I was like a little kid at Christmas as I showed off the tattoo to my husband and family members.

A few days later, as I was cleaning up around the house, I received a text message from a phone number that I didn't recognize. It was a nice message, asking me how I was doing and if I liked my tattoo. I asked whom it was that was texting me and the response was from the tattoo artist had done my work. He said that he got my phone number off the form that I filled out and wanted to touch base to see how the tattoo had come out. We texted back and forth and I told him that I was very happy with it. He mentioned that he had overheard us talking about another tattoo and I replied, telling him that I wanted to get something done but couldn't afford it at the moment. He quickly responded, telling me that he would be willing to work with me on it and invited me to meet him for a beer at lunch. I was a bit surprised that he was so out front about it because I didn't really know him, but at the same time I really wanted this tattoo so I figured it wouldn't hurt to go out for a beer and see what he had to offer. I responded back to him and told him that I would meet up at lunchtime with him. We decided on a place and a few hours later, I headed out for my lunch date.

He was already there when I arrived and after greeting each other, we grabbed a booth. We ordered a couple of beers as well as something to snack on while we chatted. He told me the tattoo that I had gotten looked great and that I would look even better with the other tattoo that I wanted. We discussed the peace and he agreed, telling me that it was definitely an expensive piece. As we went over the price of the tattoo, he told me that he might be willing to work with me on it. I told him that I was definitely interested and really wanted it and asked him what he could do. Right away, he told me that he wasn't trying to offend me or be a jerk or anything like that and hoped that I wouldn't get mad with his offer. I nodded, telling him that I wouldn't and asked him what his proposal was. After taking a sip of his beer, he looked me in the eye and told me that when I came in to get my tattoo, I immediately caught his eye. He told me that he loved a woman with curves and was very turned on while he was tattooing me. I was a bit taken back by how out front he was as he told me all this but at the same time, I enjoyed the compliments because I didn’t find myself to be very sexy or attractive. He continued, telling me that I was a gorgeous woman and that if I were willing to wear the same outfit that I was wearing when I got the tattoo last week, and also willing to go out for dinner and drinks afterwards, then he would do that tattoo for me for free. Again, I was completely shocked by his boldness and how out front and honest he was, but at the same time I like an honest person. I asked him if he was serious and he told me that he was. I realized that it might not be the best idea, but at the same time I really wanted that tattoo to commemorate my son. There was no way my husband would ever pay for it so this might be my only other option. I looked at him while smiling and told him that I would go to dinner with him afterwards and that I would gladly wear the same outfit that I was wearing last Saturday, which was a pair of workout shorts and a tank top. I was surprised at how open I was to quickly agreeing to go out to dinner with this guy, especially since I didn't really know him, but I really wanted this damn tattoo and didn't have several hundred dollars to pay for it. He was happy and the two of us agreed to meet up at his tattoo shop the following Saturday afternoon. After finishing our beers, we said our goodbyes and I was on my way home.

Later on that day, as I made dinner, I thought about his proposal yet again. I knew that I was crazy for accepting it, because I had no idea what this guy wanted. I mean, he was pretty up front with me, telling me that I was gorgeous and asking me to wear my little shorts and tank top. I was pretty sure that he was excited and probably wanted more than just dinner, and all of this was obviously wrong, but like I said, my husband wasn't going to give me a dime for the tattoo because he wasn't really crazy about them. I figured that I would just go to dinner, and have a few drinks with this guy and hopefully that would be it.

For the next couple of days, I continuously thought about his proposal as Saturday got closer and closer. I was nervous and excited at the same time, as I wasn't really sure what to expect. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that his compromise maybe wasn't so bad. After all, he was giving me a free tattoo, which would normally cost several hundred dollars. At worst, I might have to give the guy a blowjob, which didn't seem so bad for a tattoo. He wasn't a terrible looking guy and was probably a little older than I was so at least I had that going for me. I couldn't believe that I was thinking about doing that, as I had never done anything with anyone besides my husband. A part of me felt like I was going crazy, but the other part of me just wanted to get this done.

Saturday arrived and after showering, I cleaned myself up and got ready to go out. Thankfully, my husband was away for the weekend with his cousins on a fishing trip and he had taken our son so I had the house to myself. I drank a glass of wine, which helped me relax a bit before getting ready to go out. I grabbed my shorts and a tank top and for some reason, decided not to wear any panties. I figured my ass would look better in the shorts if I weren't wearing any panties and that might score me a few more tattoos in the future. After getting dressed, I finished doing a couple of things before it was time to head down to the shop. I arrived a few minutes later and he was finishing up with a customer. As soon as I walked in, he had a big smile on his face while saying hello. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked across the shop. I knew that he liked what he saw by the way he was staring at me. I sat down in the waiting area and waited for him to finish with the customer he had.

Within a few minutes, he finished up with the customer that he was working on and after taking care of some paperwork, she was on her way. He then called me over and told me that I could go sit on the chair while he took care of a few things. I noticed that he locked the door to the shop as well as closing the blinds. I didn't really think much of it but figured that he didn't want any other clients walking in while he was tattooing me. Once we were all set, he came over to the chair and we discussed where the tattoo was going to go. I wanted it on my back and that would require me to lay down on my stomach and lift my shirt up so that he could have full access to my back. He turned away so that I could get set up. I decided to take my tank top off and put it on the table so that I could lay on it with my breasts. Once I was set, I told him and he came back over. I was laying flat on the table with my shirt off and I was pretty sure that he could see the sides of my tits. I'm sure he enjoyed the view as he began prepping me for my tattoo. It wasn't long before he started doing the work and even though it hurt a bit, I was very excited to get it done.

For the next hour or so, he worked on the tattoo as we chatted with each other. He was very friendly and even flirted a bit with me, which made the atmosphere more relaxing. Eventually, he finished up and after wiping me down, he told me to go check it out in the mirror. I stood up, holding the tank top across my chest so that I could keep my tits covered as I walked over to his mirror. I stood in front of the mirror and was amazed with what I saw on my back. He had done an amazing job and I was very thankful for it. It was everything that I had wanted in the tattoo and I was grateful that he had done such an awesome job. I thanked him over and over again and he just stood and smiled. As I admired his work in the mirror, I thought about his whole proposal and realized that I just got an awesome tattoo for free. I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I realized how good and nice he was being to me and decided that I should repay him.

I slowly walked over to where he was standing and thanked him once again for doing such great work. He asked me if I liked it and I smiled at him, telling him that I loved it and at the same time, moving my tank top that was covering my tits, revealing them to him. He was speechless as he stood and stared at them. Without saying anything, I reached for his jeans and began to undo them. I quickly unzipped them and pulled them down to his ankles, following that up with his boxers. He was already hard. I dropped to my knees and began to pleasure him, losing myself in the moment. He moaned softly and reached down, one hand playing with my tits, the other guiding my head. I couldn't believe what I was doing but didn't give it a second thought as I focused on him. Before long, his breathing quickened and he tensed, gripping my shoulder as he shuddered. I stayed with him until he was spent, then gently finished and stood up. I gave him a kiss on the lips before putting my shirt back on.

He thanked me for such an amazing gift and I once again thanked him for the tattoo. He then asked if we were still on for dinner and I smiled, while telling him that we definitely were. He finished up in the shop before we headed out of there. We walked a few blocks to a local restaurant and made our way inside, where we grabbed a table. After ordering our meals, we chatted and discussed the tattoo and I told him that I loved it. He asked me if I was done with tattoos or if I was going to get more and I said that I definitely had a few other ideas in mind. We talked about it for a while as we enjoyed our dinner and I thoroughly enjoyed his company. As we discussed the tattoos, he mentioned his door would always be open to me, if I couldn't afford the tattoos. I smiled while thanking him and we enjoyed the rest of our dinner.

Once we were done, he paid the tab and we made our way out of the restaurant. He thanked me for an awesome afternoon and evening and I did the same. As we walked away from the restaurant, he looked over and asked if I was interested in going back to his place to hang out for a bit and maybe extend the evening. Since I had nothing else going on, I figured what the heck. Even though I knew this was wrong, I was as happy as could be with what he had done for me, so why not. We made our way across town and thankfully he didn’t live very far from the restaurant. We arrived at his apartment a short time later and made our way inside.

Once we were in his living room, he turned to me and before either one of us could think, we had our tongues down each other's throats. We kissed each other passionately as his hands began to roam all over my body. He squeezed and rubbed my ass through my shorts and was pretty surprised when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties. As we kissed each other, he didn't waste any time in undressing me. I did the same, helping him out of his T-shirt and jeans. Once we were both nude, he reached up and played with my tits as I stroked him. After a few minutes of this, he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. We quickly laid on the bed and continued to kiss each other while our hands roamed each other's bodies. He began to touch me intimately, and it felt amazing. He did this for a short time before he climbed between my legs. I knew there was no turning back now, and just waited to enjoy what was about to happen.

He entered me, and we moved together, lost in passion. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in. It felt incredible to be with another person, the sensation of his body against mine was enough to excite me and send me over the edge. Within moments, I reached my climax, waves of pleasure washing through me. I moaned loudly as I held him close. He continued to move, telling me how amazing I felt. It was some pretty hot and passionate sex, something that I will remember the rest of my life.

After I came down from my high, he picked up his pace. As he moved, he moaned and told me he was getting close. I told him not to stop. That drove him on, and within seconds he found his release, holding me tight as he shuddered. He collapsed onto the bed by my side, and the two of us lay in a sweaty heap, trying to catch our breaths. That was some of the hottest sex I had ever experienced, way more exciting than anything me and my husband had done recently. I found myself extremely horny, and it wasn't long before I turned to him and stroked him back to full hardness. This time I got on all fours and invited him to take me from behind. He had no problem with that, and soon we were moving together, his hands on my hips, pulling my hair. That was something my husband had never done, and I enjoyed every second of it. There was just something about being taken that way that drove me wild.

We proceeded to spend the next several hours in his bedroom, lost in each other until we couldn't go anymore. I eventually returned home, a well-satisfied woman who had just experienced some of the best intimacy of her life. It was an awesome time and I had no regrets. Needless to say, I have earned a few more tattoos since that night, but those are stories for another time…