“The criers are the ones that bother me the most. It’s hard to create art while a six and a half foot tall giant is weeping and worse if it’s a woman crying while her boyfriend stands over you as you’re tattooing a private area. But I wouldn’t want to do anything else.”
A half hour later, Del helped her shift to her side as Seth adjusted the drape. Del hadn’t been excited about this part of the design because it meant exposing so much of her soft, golden flesh and an entire hip, but Seth was very clinical about it, obviously more focused on the design than the area it covered. Del became nearly as absorbed in the rhythm as Seth worked with the tattoo machine, following the outlines he’d drawn freehand earlier. He completed the design and went back, touching up in some areas before shutting off the machine.
Seth cleaned the area around the tattoo then covered it carefully with a plastic bandage and gave her the spiel about how to take care of it while it healed. She adjusted her clothing and climbed down from the table with a smile, looking positively euphoric.
Seth stripped the stained latex gloves off and smiled at Del. “Your turn.”
After Seth covered the padded table with fresh piece of paper, Del lay down, and Seth drew a matching design in the area they’d previously discussed. Del prepared to sweat. If Lily had been that brave and steadfast, then he couldn’t embarrass her by doing any less.
* * * *
“I must be absolutely crazy,” Lily murmured Thursday night as she adjusted her breasts in the red satin push-up bra for maximum cleavage. She turned and looked behind her in the mirror and made a face when she saw her ass outlined by the ties on the tan, fringe-trimmed rawhide chaps with silver Concho decorations. “What did you expect, Lily Valentine, for the G-string to hide any of that ass at all?”
She faced the mirror again, applied her red lipstick, and smiled as she fluffed her long, wavy hair and perched the russet-brown Stetson on her head. Rosemary had convinced her to buy the hat, saying it was perfect for her reddish-brown hair color. Clay and Del were waiting in bed, and she was dying to know what their reaction would be. She slipped the silky-soft brown snip-toe cowgirl boots on her feet and struck a pose in the mirror.
She rolled her eyes. “Who am I foolin’?”
What the hell!
She turned off the light, opened the bathroom door and sauntered down the hallway to Del’s dimly lit bedroom. The tiny piece of jewelry she wore made each swinging step feel exaggerated and sexy. The heavy onyx bead dangling against her clit rolled with each movement, causing her heart to pound a little harder. With far more bravado than she was actually feeling, she leaned against the doorway. “Howdy, boys. I got strays to wrangle.” Wrangle? Is that the right word?
Clay and Del’s reaction was comical, and she had to stifle her giggle. Their jaws dropped, their big, rigid cocks bobbed, and there might have been drool, but it was too dark to tell. The only thing missing was their eyes bulging from their eye sockets, Looney Tunes style.
“I volunteer as a stray,” Clay murmured. “Rope and wrangle me, baby.”
Feeling sexy because of their hungry stares, Lily sashayed slowly to the center of the room and took a turn, arching her back and showing off her ass in the process. Her pussy tingled and throbbed at the way they watched her. When she faced them again, her giggle nearly slipped out as they climbed from the bed without taking their eyes off of her and stalked to where she stood in the center of the room.
When they were close enough, she wrapped her hands gently around the hard, meaty girths of their cocks. “Well that was easy.” She gasped when each of them grabbed as ass cheek and squeezed.
“Cowgirl fantasy fulfilled,” Del said in a deep, husky voice.
Clay laughed quietly. “Speak for yourself, dude. I still need to be rode hard and put up wet.”
Chapter Thirty
Lily gave both hot cocks a gentle squeeze and stroke. “Actually it’s me that wants to be rode hard. Get on the bed, please.” She removed the hat and placed it on Del’s dresser.
The sexy woman she saw in the mirror was a far cry from the woman she used to see. The dark outline of the new tattoo, camouflaging the old mark, wasn’t the leading thing she saw. The smile on her face was what drew her eyes first. She fluffed her hair and went to the bed. Spreading her legs slightly, she leaned down and pulled the ties on the chaps as Rosemary showed her, saving the ties at her hips for last so they fell to her feet in one leather-scented sweep.
Del’s gaze on her overflowing cleavage smoldered with lust as she stood again. She smiled at them as they watched intently when she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the G-string. She shimmied out of and caught it on the toe of her boot and whipped it in their direction. Clay caught it with a laugh and slung it around his neck then held his hands out for the matching bra. She giggled and unclasped it then shot it at him like a slingshot, but Del snaked his arm out and caught it in midair.