A Deal in Imagesbyjthserra©
I parked behind the building and walked past the garish pink building with the green window trim. I carefully turned the ancient doorknob and heard a bell overhead. Stepping inside, I noticed a woman limp gingerly past me. She exuded a confident sexuality that, in spite of the limp, was unnerving.
"Let me know when you want to do the other side," the shop patron shouted pleasantly.
"Oh I will, I will," she said, stepping outside.
I quickly began looking at pictures hanging on the walls. The artwork was stunning, from simple designs to intricately detailed masterpieces.
"I deal in images."
I jumped, startled by the strange bearded man. "Pardon me?" I asked.
"I deal in images. You came expecting a tattoo, but I give you more. I transform the body into images."
"I'm not sure I want a tattoo," I said.
"I understand. That woman was the same as you about six months ago: a bit afraid, a bit curious. I just finished her third tattoo, a stunning snake on her hip."
"Yes. She started simple. First a rose, not an ordinary rose, it changed her. Next came the apple and now the snake. After the apple, she started calling herself Eve, much better than Martha."
"Quite a change, all from a tattoo?"
"Not a tattoo, an image!"
"Quite a change," I said again. I looked at the picture of a rose hanging on the wall, and thought about Eve, her confident, almost arrogant sexuality attracted me. I paused a moment and then headed quickly toward the door.
"No images today?" the tattoo artist cried out.
"No, I want to talk to Eve first."
"Good luck..." was all I heard as I rushed through the door and looked around the parking lot for her. She was nowhere in sight, so I slowly walked to my car and climbed inside still wondering about Eve and her snake.
I had seen tattoos on women before, but I have never really known a woman with one. I closed my eyes and pictured my cock sliding over Eve's snake, feeling the colored skin pass beneath the soft flesh of me. I let myself drift wondering...
"Which one did you get?"
I opened my eyes, startled and there was Eve, sitting next to me. I hadn't even heard her open the door.
"I asked which tattoo you got," she said sternly.
"I didn't," I replied and noticing her reaching for the door handle, I continued, "I wanted to talk to you about it."
"Me, why me?"
"I wanted to know how it changed you."
"I'll show you," she replied, unbuttoning her shorts.
She pulled the shorts down enough to expose her hip, the one with the colorful snake. I noticed her panties were stained with a bit of blood that had oozed from the artwork. Her skin seemed to glow red around the snake as if she had been sunburned. My eyes moved up, following the curve of her hip, noticing her smooth, unblemished skin. Her loose fitting blouse did not disguise the fact that she wore no bra, her nipples distinctly stood out.
I looked at her face, realizing she caught me peering indiscreetly at her breasts. "The snake is on my hip, the rose is here," she said opening her blouse slightly.
There, on her white skin, just within her tan line was a stunningly detailed yellow rose. The petals seemed to fold out from her skin and the thorns appeared about to puncture the soft curve of her breast. I reached out to touch the rose without thinking, but she pulled back a bit. I stopped my hand and was about to apologize when she opened her blouse completely.
Stunned, I simply stared at her, though they sagged slightly, they seemed nicely proportioned. The nipples were everything I pictured when I first saw them pressing the fabric of her blouse.
"Would you like to fuck this rose?" she whispered, arching her back and pressing her breasts forward.
"Y... yes," I stammered, reaching down and fumbling unsuccessfully with my belt.
"Here, let me," she said, reaching over and deftly unfastening my belt. She then unzipped my zipper and reached her hand in, taking hold of my hard cock. "So, you want to rub your iron rod on my rose do you?"
"Yes," I answered, begging her with my eyes.
"Do you have any lube?"
"Not here," I answered.
She reached for her purse and pulled out a small tube of Vaseline saying, "Luckily I carry this around; I put it on my fresh tattoos."
She squeezed out some on her hand and began to stroke my aching dick. Thinking of sliding my cock over that beautiful rose I nearly came right there in her hand, but sensing my urgency, she quickly stopped. I quickly kicked off my shoes and worked off my pants, letting them fall to the floor board under the steering wheel. She leaned back, resting her head on the car door and I straddled her, moving my cock onto her breastbone.
Taking both her hands, she squeezed her breasts together, creating a tight nook for my cock to slide into. I watched as the head appeared between her breasts, running along the length of her rose. I was mesmerized as my cock appeared and disappeared between her breasts. The large, soft orbs coaxed my cock closer and closer to climax. I felt my balls tighten as a wave of pleasure pulsed over me, but just before I shot my load onto her face, I pulled back, grabbing my cock in my hand. I pumped it quickly and came, shooting onto her breasts, covering her yellow rose in my white cum.
She lay motionless as I milked the last drops from the tip of my cock, letting it dangle from me, finally dripping onto the yellow petals. I was about to reach for my glove compartment for some tissue when she suddenly grabbed my balls and squeezed. Feeling just a slight twinge of pain, I fastened my eyes on her, wondering what she was doing.
"Okay, now it's time for you to clean off my rose."
"I was... I just need to get some tissue out..."
"You don't need any tissue, you spilled it, you drink it up."
She released my balls and I moved my head down between her breasts, slowly lapping up my cum. The salty, bland taste of it reminded me of unsweetened cream of wheat, not unpleasant, just odd. The thought of cleaning my cum from her tattoo was invigorating and soon I felt my cock begin to rise.
"Oh no, no more for you, not until you have a tattoo I can rub my apple on," she said, pulling her shorts down and exposing a shiny red apple just at the edge of her curly hair. "Let me shine my apple on your tattoo and I'll let you taste it," she said, pulling up her shorts and buttoning her blouse. I moved back behind the steering wheel and as I reached down for my pants, she leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder. She then opened the car door and stepped outside.
"But where will I find you?"
"Get your tattoo and I'll find you?"
I watched as she walked to her car, climbed inside and drove out of the parking lot. I got out of my car and headed back to the tattoo parlor.