After several hours of this, the artist – a twenty something hipster with long black hair whose name was Bobbie – let his obvious attraction for Tina be know. While kneeling between her stockinged legs he would, not so subtly, press his tented pants crotch against her ankle. Nick was amused since Tina seemed to enjoy it.

Tina enjoyed showing off her delectable body to the attractive artist and eventually, she reciprocated the young man's affections by stroking her leg against his erect cock and then giggling. Then she reached into her mini-dress top and fondled her stiff nipples while he attempted to do his work.

Finally, when the artist needed to tattoo the lips of Tina's slit, he nervously asked her to slid her thong to the side of her sex. She moved her hand down between her legs, slid two fingers under the thong to rub her moist slit. Then she pulled the thong aside and looked into the young artist's eyes and said, "God, Bobbie, getting this tattoo is fucking getting me hot. What are you going to do about it?"

In a bold move, the nervous artist moved his head forward to the opening between her legs and slithered his tongue over her swollen clit. Tina grabbed his head by the hair and pulled it up tight against her crotch and hissed, "I need a dick in me, stud. Can you take care of it?"

Bobbie had then looked up at Nick, seeking some sign of permission. Nick sat impassively, so Bobbie had unzipped his black leather pants and worked his stiff dick out and moved into position between Tina's spread thighs. Nick then interrupted the maneuver.