”You ok?”

My eyes went wide as I realized she’d caught me.  She was staring me dead in the eye and I didn’t know what to say.  I had been so caught up that I hadn’t thought to make an excuse up, just in case this was to happen, “Uh…”

She glanced down at herself, “Oh!  You are finally getting to see my tats.”  She chuckled then after a second she held her pointer and finger a few inches apart on both hands and motioned over the area above her pussy and between her hips, “I was thinking about getting a new tattoo here.”

Having my eyes drawn there was not helping, “Yyyyyeah?”

She looked at me and smiled, “Yeah, it’ll say Spence’s.”

She laughed but my ears got really hot and a shiver ran through my body.  Images of the possibilities suddenly hit me.  I could never let her get that tattoo so I pray that she was joking, because if she did get that tattoo, I’d spend the rest of my life on my knees for her.

”Hey, I was just kidding.  You ok?”

I coughed and nodded, turning to face the television.

”Are you sure, because you look like you are blushing?”

My blush deepened and I just nodded, hoping for an escape, I really needed release.  I needed to go somewhere where I could relax and fantasize about her body.  I could rub and stroke my clit as I imagined her having that tattoo above her pussy.  I’d come way before the fantasy got to the actual fucking though, I was already so damn close.

”Is it my stomach?  I know you love stomachs and I have to say, mine is pretty damn fantastic.”

I just nodded and stared at the TV.  I would love to eat off of that stomach.  She suddenly got up and sat down next to me, her thigh pressing against mine.  I refused to look at her.

”I know what’s wrong.  You’re embarrassed because you want to touch it, right?”  I was silent.  “Here.”  Suddenly the TV went black, “Look at me.”

I swallowed and turned to face her on the couch, I sat with my leg bent so my foot was right in front of my crotch.  I couldn’t help but try to grind my crotch against my heel.