I was not new to being with more than one guy.

I had an appointment to have the ink touched up on my right thigh. Dustin was there for a consultation
for his first tat. We could overhear his conversation with the manager. "Does it hurt a lot?" he asked.
My artist called for me. Behind the curtain, I removed my shorts and got up on the station chair. My head to the wall,
my legs flat out and slightly spread apart. I could hear my Joe talking to Dustin. Joe was reassuring him that
the procedure is almost painless. Then Joe stuck his head around the privacy curtain and said, "I have this guy that
wants to watch the work being done on you." I said, "sure."

I was naked from the waist down. A white towel covered my left leg and lady parts. Joe and his new friend stood
just off of my left foot. While my artist worked on my right thigh tat. (With a wink and nod to Joe), I moved my
left leg so it dropped off of the leg rest. Taking the towel with it.

A bit later, Dustin and Joe carried on their conversation outside on the sidewalk.
When I joined them, Joe told me he had invited Dustin to our apartment.