Piercing Gazebo - you've got to take advantage of the courage while you have it

Much as you'd like a new bikini you decide against it. You could get a new one anytime; it's not every day where you feel the courage to get your nipples pierced so you'd better take advantage of your bravery to fulfil this fantasy while you can.

Besides, when you peeked in the door you noticed the guy in there was alone and, more importantly, hot.

"H... hi," you stammer, kicking yourself. You'd meant to come in all flirty and sultry.

"Hi yourself," he says with a smile. He's obviously dedicated to taking care of his body, but it's his lips that catch your eyes. Large and lush in a way that guys normally like to see on girls you can't help but wonder how they'd feel against your own.

'Let me guess," he says, disturbing your daydream. "You've finally worked up the courage to get a piercing, but just barely?"

"Um, yeah. How'd you know?" you ask, cheeks hot.

He smiles again, and you notice how straight and white his teeth are. "Most people are nervous their first time, or when they're getting something a bit more... daring than they're used to. So which is it with you?"

Gulping you move your hands up to your breasts, unable to resist the opportunity to squeeze them teasingly.

"Aha. Looking for nipple piercings, are you?"

"I was thinking about it. Maybe you could take a look and tell me if my nipples are right for them?"

He opens his mouth to reply, but before any words can come out you've slipped your dress from your shoulders, the thin material plunging to the floor and leaving you in nothing but your shoes and heels.

"What do you think?" you ask, cupping your breasts.

"Well, I might need to take a closer look," he says, and moves closer.

"Do you think you'll need to touch them?" you ask, eyes wide with innocence, hands offering your breasts to him.

"I believe I will," he says, and his slightly rough fingers take your nipples, rolling them and tugging them outward. Your breathing intensifies and the already-hard nipples send a surge through you.

"What do you think of them?" you ask breathlessly.

"I think they'd look great with piercings," he says, kneading the area around them.

You drop your hands, surrendering your treasured globes to his care and look around. A chair sits off to the side of the small gazebo, looking a little like a dentist's chair, but more comfortable. You can't help but notice it also has velcro straps on the arms and legs.

"So I guess I'd need to sit on that chair, then?" you ask, and without giving him a chance to respond you reluctantly go over to the chair, noticing from the corner of your eye that the two boys from outside have moved into a position that lets them see inside.

"And I guess you've made up your mind. Make yourself comfortable, I just need to grab some new needles and a pair of starter piercings."

"Starter?" you ask, settling into the chair more comfortably.

"Sure. You don't want to be too ambitious until the piercings heal," he says, picking up a tray and putting some items on it. You don't pay any attention to what he's doing as you look at the straps, a naughty idea entering your head.