Ada’s Tattoo part 2

Ada’s Tattoo part 2

Ada woke in the morning to find herself naked in bed. She didn’t usually sleep in the nude but she remembered why she had and the one memory caused a cascade effect of recollection that held her in place under the covers. Touching her new and inexplicable tattoo she considered the events of the night. Her thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant sensations emanating from her well used pussy. In a way it was reminiscent of beat poetry spoken to the sound of a deft hand on a bongo drum, it made no real sense but there was an under beat that captivated the listener.

She was finally roused from her position by the call of nature, she had to pee. Lifting the blankets aside and attempting to rise two salient facts were presented to her. The first was that she reeked of body odor and sex, the second and greater problem was that her muscles rebelled painfully. Ada rose from bed nevertheless albeit carefully. Her bathroom visit was a repeat of her two AM visit, ending with the same sense of wonder before the mirror. ‘There will be time for this later’, she thought at last. Just then she needed to bath and get ready to check out of her motel room. She had slept-in and had to be out by eleven.

The hot water of the shower felt good but the spray was too fine so she washed what was most important then dried herself a bit and began to fill the tub. While it filled she wrapped herself in a towel and laid out her clothes. She wanted to keep moving so as not to stiffen up or find herself in front of the mirror again, gazing and thinking. The more she thought the more questions that she couldn’t answer arose in her mind. It was a little self-defeating and caused her to teeter between the two extremes of horror and delight regarding the satyr she and her geisha tattoo were now host to.

Easing herself into the hot water she tried to relax and simply rest her mind and body but her mind wouldn’t stop. Ada’s calves ached a little and her thighs ached more but her abdomen, well that hurt. It hurt more than it would have if she had done a few too many sit-ups and less than it would have if she had taken psilocybin mushrooms and laughed all night long. Experimentally she flexed her hips up in the water and instantly knew why and how she had become so sore. It seemed she had fucked Mike from below much more forcefully than he had fucked her from above. It had been mind-blowing sex, just as he had suggested it would. The only reason her pussy wasn’t sore is that it was made for that kind of workout, it loved it as long as there was sufficient lubrication and she had certainly had that, she had been sloppy wet and maddeningly turned on. Her fingers drifted under the water to her clit while she thought and toyed lightly with it. Surprisingly her clit responded more readily than usual and then she felt a tickle at her shoulder. Looking there she was shocked to see the horned head of her guest risen from the edge of the large dot he had made of her tattoo. In her amazement she withdrew her hand and stopped touching herself and a second later the head also withdrew. It was as if he had been checking to see if his services were required and decided not.

“I really wish you had come with an owner’s manual but since it’s going to be trial and error we had better schedule our next play time more carefully don’t you think?” she said aloud.

The typical bathroom acoustics that echoed her voice seemed somewhat appropriate considering the spookiness of it all. She let it rest at that and got to the business of checking out, she was famished.

In the lobby there was coffee and doughnuts. Ada selected a pastry, placed it on one of the small paper plates, and pumped some coffee from the thermos into a paper cup. The desk man watched intently as she did this which wasn’t unusual, she was accustomed to the eyes of men. What was uncharacteristic though was that he didn’t look away so as to not be caught looking at her when she looked his way. Instead he smiled at her until it became somewhat awkward for her. He looked to be about fifty and wore an un-pressed flannel shirt. She wondered just how much noise she had made the previous night but he wasn’t giving her that kind of look, it wasn’t degrading or judgmental, it was closer to being salacious. An “I can’t take my eyes off of you look”, the kind of look she had gotten from schoolboys. ‘That is probably what I looked like with Mike!’ she suddenly thought and then she remembered her thought in the night, that she would be as irresistible as Mike had been. Ada realized that in giving her the satyr Mike had given her the ability to influence men. More than that though she could have this man if she wanted. It was kind of a turn on to think about it.

“This is a nice place you have here.” She said, walking to the front desk with her cup and plate.

“It has its moments” he said, still smiling.

“Might I stay over another day?”

“I’d Love to have you.” He answered.

Ada caught the Freudian slip and smiled back at him. She lifted the flap of her shoulder strap purse to access her cardholder. With her head down she raised just her eyes and asked, “Same rate?”

“Oh we can do better than that.”

She got a twenty five dollar discount for the day and went to breakfast while the room was being cleaned.

In the diner across the way from the motel she again drew more than the usual looks, she was certain of it. She still had some doubts though, wondering if it was only her imagination or perhaps the result of feeling so sexy. ‘Why do I feel so sexy’, she asked herself. There was no doubt that she did. It made her wonder about her mental state. It was one thing for the satyr to affect others, it was another when he affected her as well. The looks and glances continued while she ate, it seemed that the closer they were to her the more they checked her out and when she went to pay she was told that the bill had been seen to. The waitress’s eyes moved to a rather heavy and perspiring man sitting at the counter, the look of admiration he was giving her was akin to what she might get if she was wearing a skimpy bikini. Ada gave him her most genuine smile and thanking him left before it could go any farther. She was certain that she had felt an inexplicable urge toward the normally repulsive man. That frightened her and reminded her that she had almost no understanding of what she was in for or might expect from the satyr.

After that she drove the old familiar streets of and around the campus while she thought. Mike had been very willing and eager to part with the satyr yet he must have been able to have any woman he wanted, he certainly had not had any trouble having her. She had assumed that he had been in control of himself though and now she wasn’t so certain. There was so much she needed to know, so much he could have and should have told her. A plan was forming in her head, it had been since just before she had decided to stay in town. She couldn’t wait though, she had to know more and she was nervous about it. What she really wanted was a backup, someone to spot for her, but only Mike could do that and he was not likely to be available.

It wasn’t like she was twenty one and at the peak of her sex drive, yet it was. In her mind it was an experiment to learn more about what she had gotten herself into but the thought of it along with all of the attention of the morning had her randy as a cheerleader. When she finally got back to her room she actually considered rushing to the bed to get her clothes off and dealing with her luggage later. As it was she barely had the door closed but she was stripping. Throwing back the covers she leapt onto the bed despite her still uncomfortable abdomen. She took the time to turn on the table lamp and prop the pillows against the headboard so she could see her tattoo then spreading her thighs she began to touch herself with both hands. Normally if she were to masturbate she would begin tentatively perhaps with some music but this time there was no sneaking up on it.