Dream On

The needle glided effortlessly over smooth caramel skin. Her thick thigh laid comfortably over the other; the bottom leg bent slightly. Soft legs turned into cute little feet. Manicured toes wiggled softly, nails painted a capri blue. A pink and blue floral sun dress was pulled up over wide hips, revealing powder blue laced underwear. Plump cleavage popped out of her black bra and dress. They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work.

Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched over her work.

Elena pretended to flip through her phone, watching a video here and there. However, her eyes slid back to the artist and her hands; those hands that created marvels, both in her art and elsewhere on her body. Her eyes wandered up toned arms to her strong shoulders and back. She could see pale skin underneath her shirt. It was in stark contrast to her tanned arms. She loved tanning and spending time outside, and it showed on her skin. Elenas breath caught as the other woman shifted, and she could get a better look at a green sports bra pressing otherwise firm boobs to her chest.

"Sorry," she whispered, catching quizical piercing green eyes briefly as she focused back on her phone.

Elena's cheeks reddened slightly, and she forced herself to calm some. She focused on the vibration. The rolling chair squeaked as Kris, the artist, adjusted to a new angle. The slight breeze of the AC as it kicked on pushed cool air into the room.

Fuck. She thought to herself. Her nipples hardened as the coolness brushed over them.

Elena waited a few more moments after the gun restarted before risking another look. She began again, up toned tan tatted arms, to darker freckled shoulders, down to pale ribs, round ass and back up to a slim neck. Elena recalled in the past, running her tongue up that neck and nibbling on gauged earlobes, grasping short, unruly curly brown hair in her fingers.

A warmth bloomed in her core and slowly spread further between her legs. A smile crept over her plump lips as she noticed her artists tongue clenched between her teeth as she focused on a difficult area. A tongue, she recalled, that could do wonders.

Kris risked a sideways glance out of the corner of her eye and grinned at the dreamy look she was receiving.

'Whaaaat?' she lilted, wiping gently at Elena's thigh.

Elena only shook her head slightly, looking away. Caught again. Her face heated, and she contented herself with focusing on the artwork hanging on the wall.

On one, two crows perched on a grey wall. One had dark black eyes, the other yellowish. Both birds had black feathers with accents of blue. The yellow eyed bird had its head pushed gently on the chest of the other.

On another poster sat a stoic black cat in front of a smokey, whispy background. An Egyptian beaded collar and cartouch hung over its neck and shoulders. The words, 'I get easily distracted by cats and tattoos' split above and below the image.

Elena snorted softly to herself. 'I bet she does get distracted by tattoos on a... NO! No. No, no, no, no. I'm not going down that route again.' She smirked, 'But gawd do I miss those lips and hands all over my body.'

She eyed Kris, wondering if she missed it, too. Even years later, she remembered the intensity and the need; the countless days they spent wrapped around each other. Oh, how she missed it.

Kris began wiping the area down again, cleaning and prepping the area for a protective wrap.

"Take this plastic off tonight and keep the area clean and dry. Tomorrow, apply some of this to the tattoo," Kris instructed, handing Elena a small bottle of tattoo goo. "And no tight pants for at least a week! It'll cause irritation and scabbing."

Elena nodded, dropping the bottle in her backpack. She wiggled closer to the edge of the tattoo table and took a tiny hop. She intended to land on her own two feet, but gravity and the floor had other ideas. Instead, she stumbled straight into Kris' arms.

Elena squeaked at the sudden movements and attempted a step back. However, Kris steadied her and held her firmly in place.

"Are you ok?" she asked through shallow breaths, their faces mere inches away.

"Yeah," Elena replied, cheeks blushing. "Thank you."

Those warm feelings flooded her again as she leaned closer, testing the water; anticipation swelling inside.

"Good," Kris said quickly, letting go and turning away as redness colored her face and neck. Embarrassed, she began tidying her cart.

'Do it,' the intrusive thought whispered in Kris' ear, giving her goosebumps. Shame at not taking the opportunity, an intense longing took hold, attempting to push her into action.

Abruptly, Elena dropped the money on the cart and turned to leave when Kris' arm shot out, grabbing the others firmly and pulling her close. Bodies collided, and lips met. Passion washed over both women. Tongues lashed inside each other's mouths, searching deeper in a delicate dance.

Kris moved to Elena's neck, breathing her sweet aroma deeply before kissing and sucking supple skin. Moans escaped her lips, and Elena gasped as she was lifted back onto the table. Another passionate kiss was exchanged as Kris lifted the dress, lowered to one knee, and slipped underneath.

A quick gasp erruped and....

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm sounded, waking Elena from her dream. Panting for air, she looked around frantically, legs splayed under the sheets.

No one was there. The room was dark and empty, but the smell of sex still lingered in her nostrils.

She grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed in it, frustration and longing releasing itself from her chest.

Liz opened the bathroom door, allowing the light to spill in the dark room. Her short hair was still wet, dripping. It was a reddish bronze color, only a slight improvement over the salt and pepper that naturally covered her head. A loose shirt clung to her damp tanned skin. A toothbrush was clutched in her fist, ready to beat any intruder with minty freshness. Brown eyes searched the room for potential dangers and settled on Elena, laying in bed, clinging a pillow to her chest.

"Are you ok?" Liz asked.

"Yeah," Elena replied. "Just a crazy dream. That's all."

"OK hun," Liz knew better than to press. If Elena wanted to talk, she would eventually. She continued bushing her teeth as she backed into the bathroom.

With the alarm silenced, Elena got out of bed to start her day.

'Yay,' she thought. 'Another fun day at the bank.'

Both women finished their morning routine in relative silence before giving each other a quick peck on the lips and headed off to work. The throbbing between Elena's legs left her wanting. She pushed down the feeling as she got in her car and drove away; a tear forming in the corner of her eye.