In the heart of a bustling city, there was a small, dimly-lit tattoo parlor. The air was thick with the smell of ink and the soft hum of the tattoo gun. Behind the counter stood a tall, muscular woman with a shock of short blue hair. She was covered in tattoos, but the most striking was the one on her chest – a pair of swimming mermaids, their scales shimmering in the low light. The mermaids’ tails blended seamlessly into her ample cleavage, as if they were trying to swim out of her skin.
A young man, no older than 21, walked into the parlor. He was shy, but there was a hunger in his eyes as he gazed at the blue-haired woman. She smiled and asked him what he wanted. He stammered, “I want… I want a tattoo like yours. Of mermaids… underwater.”
The woman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You do know that tattoos are permanent, right? And that they hurt?”
The young man nodded eagerly. “I know. I want it. I want it bad.”
The woman nodded, gesturing to the chair. “Alright then. Let’s get started.”
As she began to work on the tattoo, the woman couldn’t help but notice the way the young man’s eyes kept straying to her chest. She smirked, deciding to have a little fun. She leaned forward, giving him a better view of the mermaids.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, feigning innocence. “Did I flash you? I didn’t mean to.”
The young man blushed, stammering out an apology. But the woman just laughed, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“Don’t worry about it. I know I have a… distracting tattoo. It’s part of the appeal, you know?”
The young man nodded, unable to take his eyes off the mermaids. The woman continued to work, but she could feel the tension building between them. She knew she had him hooked.
As she finished the last line of ink, she leaned back, admiring her work. The young man did the same, his eyes wide with awe.
“Wow,” he breathed. “It’s… it’s amazing.”
The woman smiled, pleased. “I’m glad you like it. But I think there’s something missing…”
Before the young man could ask what she meant, the woman leaned in, pressing her lips to his. He froze, surprised, but then he melted into the kiss.
The woman’s hands began to wander, tracing the lines of the young man’s chest, his abs, his hips. He gasped as she reached lower, cupping him through his jeans.
“I think it’s time we take this to the back room,” the woman murmured, breaking the kiss.
The young man nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. She led him to the back room, pushing him onto the bed. She straddled him, her mermaid tattoo on full display.
“I want to see if you’re as good with your tongue as you are with that tattoo gun,” the woman said, her voice low and husky.
The young man didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned up, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. The woman moaned, her head falling back as he teased and sucked.
His hands roamed lower, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She ground against him, feeling him harden beneath her.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Take me now.”
The young man didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped her over, pulling off her pants. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the low light.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. The woman’s moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin on skin.
As they reached their climax, the woman’s mermaid tattoo seemed to come to life, the scales shimmering and swirling. It was as if the mermaids were urging them on, cheering them on to the finish line.
As they lay panting, spent, the woman traced her fingers over the mermaids on her chest.
“I think I’ll name them after you,” she said, smiling.
The young man blushed, but he couldn’t help but feel proud. He had marked her, in more ways than one. And he knew that this was just the beginning of their story.
