Lily was eighteen and about to graduate high school. She was an “A” student, a cheerleader; she was very popular and was sitting on a full college scholarship. You can imagine the surprise from her parents upon finding out that she was pregnant. She had her whole life ahead of her, they convinced her to give the baby up for adoption. Sadly she agreed.           

            Two weeks after giving birth she decided to get a tattoo so she could always remember her beautiful baby boy. Lily put a lot of thought into what the tattoo would look like and where it would be placed. She decided on her son’s astrological sign, Aries and her astrological flower, Lily of the Valley (which she was named after). She decided to have them nestled together and placed over her heart.

             After consulting with a tattoo artist she came back for her appointment. She wore a white lacey spaghetti strap tank top, one she could move over or pull down depending on what the artist asked of her.

             The tattoo artist, Tim, knew nothing of Lily’s situation. All he could see was a young attractive girl getting her first tattoo. He was attracted to her and admired the curves of her body and the firmness of her young breast.

             He sat her in his chair and told her to get comfortable while he prepared his station for work. She took off her sweater revealing her soft pale skin, the white tank top and each nervous in and out breath moving her chest up and down. As he prepared her skin he noticed how soft she was, the sweet smell of her perfume, the warmth radiating off of her breast. At that moment he felt a connection to her like none he had ever felt with any other client.

             He began working; dipping in the ink, drawing into her skin, wiping blood off her creamy flesh. Over and over until the outline was almost complete. He could tell she was uncomfortable and asked, “Do you want me to stop?” She explained that she was fine and began telling him the story behind her tattoo. Tim listened intently to every word spoken from her pink glossy lips. It wasn’t long into her story that she began to cry, just a few small tears. Tim stopped his work to offer her a tissue.

             As he began working on the tattoo again he realized that her tank top, all of a sudden was wet. Right where each nipple lay under the cotton were two growing wet patches. Shocked and embarrassed he asked what was happening and if there was something he could do to help. 

            Lily told of how she had been secretly expressing her milk and her deepest desire was to feel the joy of breastfeeding. She looked at Tim’s face as she moved her tank top down exposing each dripping breast. “Please help me,” she said. Taken back he just stood there. Lily took Tim’s arm to pull him closer.. He grinned shyly and asked, “Are you sure?” Lily shook her head yes and placed Tim’s hand on one of her breast.

             At first he just leaned over to latch on but soon found himself almost lying on top of Lily. She was running her fingers through his hair, her chest pounding with excitement, her body tingling with pleasure. As Tim emptied one breast she insistently placed the other nipple in his mouth. She might have been young and inexperienced but having this man at her breast filled her with more desire then she ever could have imagined. She didn’t want him to stop!

             Tim, nipple in mouth, was thinking that this was the most sexually erotic moment of his life. He was ruff around the edge, tattooed all over and had been around the block more then a few times. This was a piece of heaven in his jagged life.

             Nothing could compare to the warmth of Lily’s breast against his face, her sweet baby milk that she so willingly offered, it was as if he was having an out of body experience. He could feel the fullness of Lily’s breast fading. Soon he would have to sit up and face the reality of what had occurred.

             As he lifted his head away from her chest she grabbed him and kissed him passionately, yet almost apologetic. As the kiss between them ended; they sat, eyes locked, silent. Lily finally started with, “Thank you for helping me, it meant more then you’ll ever know.” She went on, “I know it was wrong of me, what I asked of you and I understand if you can’t finish the tattoo.” Tim replied, “if I die tonight I’ll die happy, that was the most generous, sensual and erotic exchange between two people, I never would have guessed. I’d love to finish your tattoo, as long as you’re ok with it.”

             They set up a follow up appointment. Lily went home happy with the experience. Feeling changed somehow, more womanly then before. Tim was left in awe of the afternoon’s pleasantries. Feeling softer, wanting more of any woman, he would forever be a stronger man. His biggest hope was for Lily to return to him, to fill the valley she carved into his heart with her dripping white treasure…..  And she did!

-   Christy, October 29, 2008