She pushed the pillow downwards, trapping it between her thighs. One hand pushed it into her sex. The other slid to her breasts, her bullet hard dark ...ipples rising to meet it. She savoured the firmness of her right bud as she pulled on it. Except in her imagination… they were Erika’s slim fingers again, not hers. Her other hand pushed the pillow more firmly around her. Her legs wrapped around it, trapping it like a man between her thighs. Or a woman? Oh, God!! She could see Erika’s eyes, the. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait."If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall. I went over to my desk and grabbed a bottle of water and pretended to have trouble opening it. So when it finally opened, it accidently spilled all over your lap. So in a natural reaction I was on my knees trying to dry you off. The whole time I was touching your dick, trying to dry off your boxers, all I could think about was seeing it. touching it, skin to skin. Tasting it. So i tested my boundries a little. I would accidently slip my hand through the hole in the front of you boxers then back. “I’m torn. I want those pretty lips on my cock, for sure. I want to explode in your mouth..but I love your ass, too.” “You’d fuck my ass for me? Hmm? Good and hard?” I smiled, “oh yesss…yes I will.” Our next kiss was even more hungry as we both pondered that opportunity.At one point, I paused to sip my drink and I could feel her watching me. I looked back at her, only to feel her reach out for my cock…which caused me to purr a bit and press myself back against her, wrapping my arms around her.