Drawing Tattoo

“Umm, yes, Ma’am. Let’s start on the tattoo,” Hashim replied, nodding like a robot, his mind struggling to maintain focus. Despite his efforts, the overwhelming sensation threatened to engulf him once more.

Observing his fidgeting, Shalu couldn’t help but smile playfully. “So, in what position do you want me while you draw the tattoo?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

“Umm, what?” Hashim asked, bewildered by Shalu’s question.

“I mean, do you want me standing, or should I lie down on the bed? Which would be easier for you?” she clarified.

“Oh, that,” Hashim responded, understanding. “I suppose it could be easier for me to draw if you were lying down.”

“More comfortable for me too,” Shalu cheered, immediately flopping down on the bed. Hashim took a deep breath and went to retrieve what he needed from his bag. He soon returned with a bottle of black ink and a drawing brush.

Giving him an inviting smile, Shalu laid back down, her back resting against the soft sheets as she comfortably positioned her arms above her head. It was a subtle invitation, her belly once again offered to him, and Hashim couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation as he prepared to begin.

Hashim climbed onto the bed beside her, his eyes fixed on Shalu’s mesmerizing belly once again. He couldn’t help but feel entranced, watching her navel rise and fall in gentle rhythm with each breath she took. His heart hammered in his chest as he opened the bottle of ink, his hands trembling slightly as he dipped the brush into the dark liquid.

Shalu, who had her eyes closed in anticipation, felt the soft bristles of the damp brush touch her sensitive skin just outside the rim of her delicate navel. A shiver ran through her body involuntarily, the sensation sending a rush of warmth coursing through her veins.

“Please try not to move your belly too much Mam.” Hashim said smiling.

“I can’t help it. I am just too sensitive in the area.” Shalu giggled. “How about this? Why don’t you hold my belly in place with your other hand as you draw? That will minimize the movements of my belly and will help you draw more steadily.

Hashim freezed. Is she giving me permission to touch her belly? This gorgeous mouth watering buttery belly? He tried to reply, but no sound was coming out. Due to lack of response Shalu looked down at him and rolled her eyes seeing his reaction. “Honestly !! Loosen up. Will you? Why are you getting so nervous around me?”

Hashim shook his head vehemently. “Its not that Mam. It’s just…..”

“Just what? What are afraid of?” Shalu prompted.

Hashim closed his eyes tight and blurted out in one breath “Its just that your belly is so attractive mam. I am already getting all these urges being at such close proximity without touching you. I am afraid I might loose control if I do that”. He said miserably and then quickly clapped his hands over his mouth as though he couldn’t believe he just blurted that out loud.

Shalu giggled softly utterly endeared by his admission, and Hashim let out a breath of relief he didn’t realize he has been holding. “Oh, Hashim,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “I appreciate your honesty. And I am flattered to hear that you find my belly that attractive. But there’s no need to be afraid. Tell me. What is this urge you are feeling when you are near by belly? What do you feel like doing?”

This conversation was going in a wildly different direction than Hashim expected. He looked back at her belly and said in a soft dreamy voice “I …..feel like burying my face into your belly Mam” Shalu felt her belly shuddering as she heard it and her navel tingled hungrily feeling Hashim’s affectionate gaze. She fought hard against her urges to give in. After a few seconds of internal battle she finally said.

“Here is what we are going to do Hashim. I am giving my belly to you for the next 20 minutes. You can do whatever you want to my belly but by the end of 20 minutes the tattoo must be ready. Deal?” Shalu asked with a mischievous smile.

Hashim’s brain exploded realizing the implications of her statement. “Umm…Mam….What do you mean, I can do …anything?” he asked again tentatively. Shalu closed her eyes and said without looking at him “Yes, as you can get the work done I don’t care what you do to my belly for the next 20 minutes.” Her heart began beating hard against her chest. She couldn’t believe she just said that.

Hashim felt the pressure in his head easing as he looked back at her inviting belly. He doesn’t have to hold back anymore. He kept one slow trembling hand directly on top of her belly and felt her skin shuddering delightfully under his hand. And then he started caressing allover her belly just relishing in the feeling of all that buttery softness. Pleasant tingly sensations shot all across Shalu’s body as she felt Hashim’s small hand riding over the soft flesh of her belly. She sighed blissfully relishing in the feeling.

He slowly brought his head down and rubbed his nose softly over her belly, letting himself get fully intoxicated in her aroma and planted a deep lingering kiss emanating a gasp from her. Shalu crushed the bedsheet under her fingers fighting against the urge to grab his head and press it deep into her belly. Hashim continued his slow worship of her belly just letting himself soak up in the deliciousness of her soft flesh by sinking his face in and planting deep inhaling kisses all over her belly.

Suddenly, Shalu felt the air inside her navel being vacuumed out as Hashim’s nose entered her navel, inhaling deeply. A whimper escaped her lips as she was electrified to her core. With each intake of breath, Hashim’s face sank deeper into her stomach, his nose still buried inside her navel. Simultaneously, he dropped deep kisses just beneath her navel, sending waves of sensation coursing through her body.

The cocktail of sensations overwhelmed Shalu, driving her to the brink of madness. In her navel area alone, she experienced an wide array of tingling, pulsating, and electric sensations. It was as if her navel had a life of its own, gasping and quivering around Hashim’s nose, responding to his every movement with an intensity that left her breathless.

After thoroughly intoxicating himself with the musky scent of Shalu’s delicious navel, Hashim lifted his head briefly to marvel at the way her navel was contorting under him. His gaze traveled into the depths of her navel and landed on her pulsating navel knot, a delicate knob of rounded cushy skin with light criss cross indentations. Nestled deep within her cave like navel it looked like a like an mythical berry you would find as a reward at the end of a adventurous quest. A berry whose taste promised the highest of sensual satisfaction known to man.

Meanwhile Shalu was starting to feel robbed as the delicious sensation of Hashim’s face and lips disappeared from her belly. Is he done already? What is he doing? She wondered, a hint of disappointment creeping into her thoughts. She could tell Hashim was still hovering over her belly as he could feel his hot breath over her navel area still.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, goosebumps erupted all over Shalu’s body as she felt drops of warm, sticky liquid falling into the depths of her deep, sensitive navel. She didn’t need to look down to know what it was. It could only be one thing – Hashim’s saliva. The sensation sent bolts of pure erotic pleasure down her spine as she felt each drop land on her navel knot like droplets of liquid pleasure, igniting her navel on fire. The drops kept on falling until her deep navel was more than half filled with his sizzling saliva. She could never have imagined little Hashim was capable of doing something so lewd. The little fellow was really taking her on a ride.

Hashim who has just filled Shalu’s navel with his spit couldn’t help but take a pause to admire that erotic sight. The sight of her navel soaked in his essence fueled his arousal to the core. With trembling hands, Hashim dipped his slender index finger deep into her saliva filled navel, reveling in the supple texture of her navel knot.

Shalu’s already heaving belly trembled violently as tremors of electric pleasure rolled out of her navel with that simple touch and cascaded through her senses. It was as if each touch sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her body, igniting every nerve ending with fiery intensity.

Like a wizard concocting a potion of untold power, Hashim began to stir his finger inside her quivering navel, each movement a delicate dance of intimacy and desire. With each swirl, he mingled the essences of his saliva with her luscious navel knot, creating a potent elixir of passion and longing that enveloped them both in a haze of intoxicating desire.

“Such a beautiful navel you have Mam.” Hashim murmured, his voice a soft caress against Shalu’s senses.

Hyperventilating, Shalu opened her eyes, feeling a sense of wonder wash over her as she looked down at him. It was the first time since meeting him that she heard his voice without any trace of fear or shyness. His words sounded confident and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. Lost in the moment, Hashim remained fully engrossed in stirring her navel, his focus unwavering.

In a tantalizing whirl of movement, Hashim’s index finger delicately grazed against Shalu’s navel knot, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. He scooped up a portion of his saliva from the depths of her navel, and brought it to his mouth, tasting it.

Shalu’s insides coiled with desire as she watched his face dissolve into pure bliss as he savored the taste of his own saliva mixed with her navel essence. When he opened his eyes and looked at her navel again, his eyes were burning with an carnal lust so potent, that Shalu’s heart threatened to leap out of her chest. In that electrifying moment Shalu instictively knew what was coming next and her body began quivering with anticipation. With a shaky exhale, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the impending ecstasy that awaited her.

In the next heartbeat, her world erupted in a cacophony of ecstasy as Hashim’s lips warped around her navel and his tongue invaded its depths. It was the first time since her divorce Shalu was feeling a man’s tongue exploring her precious navel. A dam of overwhelming emotions and sensations were unleashing inside her as pleasures and desires she had been keeping locked inside came breaking out with vengeance. Shalu brought her wrist to her mouth and tried to muffle out her own sounds that was coming out of her throat despite herself.

Sounds of wet lapping reverberated in the room as Hashim feasted on Shalu’s navel, devouring it and savouring it for every last drop of pleasure her exotic navel had to offer. For Shalu Hashim’s tongue was like a small butterfly trapped inside her navel, it was neither big nor particularly firm, but the energy and quickness with which he was fluttering his tongue overcompensated for all those shortcomings.

Yet, despite the overwhelming pleasure, Shalu still yearned for that final, elusive push toward her peak. Hashim’s enthusiastic ministrations, though fervent, fell just short of reaching her navel knot where her ultimate pleasure awaited. With silent determination, she rooted for his tongue to delve deeper, to breach that final barrier and unlock the ecstasy that lay hidden within.

Unable to contain her desire any longer, Shalu seized Hashim’s head in her hands, and pressed him deep into her belly until she felt his smoldering lips crushing against her flesh. And then, in a rush of sensation that consumed her entirely, she felt it—the ultimate release she had been craving. His tongue has reached her navel core and had stated probing and prodding her nerve stacked navel knot with eager determination.

Shalu’s senses went into overdrive, completely enveloping her entire being into a state of blissful ecstasy. She lost all sense of place and time. There was only the sea of inifinte pleasure. Her being couldn’t contain it anymore and she exploded the with release of a mindblowing orgasm.

After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — Hashim’s tongue finally slowed down inside her navel. Both of their heads slowly began clearing off the pleasure fog that has been blurring all sense of time and situation in the haze of ecstasy. He slowly lifted his head and looked satisfyingly at her prestine belly and navel.

Then as though suddenly realizing this belly had an owner as well, he looked up at Shalu’s face. She still had her eyes closed. But a serene sated looked played by her lips like she was enjoying a moment of inner peace.

A myriad of emotions swirled within Hashim’s mind. He had just experienced something he had only ever fantasized about his entire life—worshiping a woman’s belly. And he had done it for the first time, not with just any ordinary woman, but with Shalu. In Hashim’s eyes, Shalu was nothing short of a goddess, a divine being who had descended from the heavens to grant him this priceless moment. It was a moment he would cherish for the rest of his days—a sacred memory that would forever be etched in the fabric of his being.

With utter fondness, Hashim finally started on his task. This time, all traces of nervousness had vanished, replaced by a steady and confident demeanor. His hands moved with precision as he brought the brush toward Shalu’s navel and began to draw the tattoo.

In that moment, he felt as though her belly belonged to him, a sacred canvas upon which he could express his adoration. Despite some occasional twitches and flutters here and there, Shalu remained largely unresponsive as he worked on her.

Little did he know that Shalu was reveling in the sensation of each stroke of his brush around her sensitive navel. Embarrassed by her loss of control in the heat of the moment earlier, she found herself feeling awkward about meeting his gaze. So she remained still, with minimal reactions, as Hashim diligently worked on her navel, etching the tattoo with care and precision.

After a few minutes of battling against her senses, which protested against her efforts to stop herself from enjoying the sensations of Hashim’s brush strokes, it finally seemed like Hashim was finishing up. Based on the strokes and sensations she has been feeling she could tell her navel must now be encased inside the Omkari logo of a sun. With anticipation building, she waited for Hashim to announce that the work was done.

Shalu’s navel was already a attention magnet with the sculpted way it was shaped like a perfect oval shaped goblet. And now, adorned with the sun tattoo, the allure was amplified several times over, like a sensual black hole that drew you in irresistably. Even Hashim, who had just savored her navel to its very core moments ago, now found himself consumed by an overwhelming desire to invade the depths of her sensual abyss once again.

But giving in to his wild desires on her belly again would undoubtedly ruin the tattoo he had just painstakingly drawn. Not to mention, there was a high chance that Shalu would be furious. After a few seconds of internal struggle, Hashim suddenly had an idea. He retrieved a golden glittering pen he had with him, uncapped it, and slowly inserted its ballpoint into her navel.

Shalu, who had been expecting Hashim to announce the completion of the tattoo any second now, jolted in shock, surprise, and arousal as a sudden burst of electric pleasure exploded from her navel. The moment the pen reached the depths of her navel and began mercilessly rolling over her navel knot, dipping in and out of every crevice, nook, and corner, her senses were driven utterly wild. It felt like her navel was being held hostage, chained to her pleasure center, her feminine modesty teased to the edge of her limits and beyond.

Hashim was fascinated by the reactions that the simple touch brought out in Shalu. With each stroke of the golden glitter pen over her navel knot, she took a mighty inhale and squirmed in pleasure. Her reactions only prompted him to continue, as he thoroughly painted the insides of her navel in gold. Once he was satisfied, he stopped and admired his handiwork. Her navel now truly looked like a blazing sun, glittering from the depths of its center with a golden glaze.

“It’s done Mam”. He finally announced. It took Shalu a few moments to regain her composure and steady her breathing. She finally opened her eyes and carefully sat back up. Faced with the actual owner of the belly he has been enjoying for the past several minutes Hashim’s nervousness began bubbling up again. Shalu was looking at him with an inscrutable expression without smiling.

“I suppose I don’t have to tell you to keep what just happened between us a secret. Should I?” she asked sternly.

Hashim gulped nervously and shook his head emphatically. “No! No! I would never do that Mam. I swear.” Shalu’s face broke into a small smile. “Thanks. Both for that and for making my navel the happiest it has been in years. Now, let me check your handiwork.”

She stood up and faced the mirror. Blushing hard, she gazed at her navel, now adorned with the tattoo Hashim had just drawn. It looked way too sexy, even to her own eyes. Now she was starting to grasp just why Tanveer was hellbent on casting her for this ad. If this is how she was going to look in the ad, she had no doubt she was absolutely going to kill it.