“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.
With utter fondness, Hashim finally started on his task. As started concentrating on the task at hand, all traces of his nervousness started to vanish and got 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 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.