I get my hair cut regularly. Well, OK, I’m a woman so that is obvious. But I have a special reason for enjoying getting my hair cut: the hairdresser’s assistant Angie. I would love to see more of her. And by more of her, I mean all of her.
She is really cute. She is petite, shorter than me. Only tiny breasts. But a feminine figure rather than boyish. She must be in her thirties but in some ways she looks a bit like a teenager halfway through puberty. Like anyone connected with hairdressing, she likes to do stuff with her hair. Right now, it is blonde and really curly. Since she is Chinese ethnicity, it is naturally black of course, and I think it would be straight if she didn’t perm it. But with blonde curls like that she looks completely different.
One day Angie was washing my hair at the salon. I closed my eyes. Without meaning to, I drifted into a fantasy daydream and started to undress her. First I took off her top and imagined her little breasts. Then I slipped off her pants and imagined her in just a tiny pair of panties. Finally, I mentally peeled off her panties and imagined what her pussy might look like and…but my daydream was interrupted, she was talking to me.
“I saw you in that bar the other day,” she said.
“Which bar?”
“The Flying Hog, isn’t it called? You used to work there I think.”
“Yes. Why didn’t you come and say hello?”
I was disappointed. Meeting her outside of the salon would be an opportunity to have a more friendly conversation than seemed appropriate when she was at work.
“I was with people. I didn’t want to annoy you.”
“You wouldn’t have annoyed me at all. I’m more annoyed you didn’t come and talk to me.”
“Well, if I see you again then I’ll come over.”
I fell silent for a moment, just enjoying the feel of her fingers as they rubbed the shampoo into my hair.
“I love the feel of someone else washing my hair,” I said.
“Really? Why?”
“It is so sensuous. A sort of scalp massage. It would be even better if my girlfriend did it.”
“Well, ask her to.”
“Unfortunately I don’t have a girlfriend at present. How about you?”
“I’m still with my partner. S/he is still in Indonesia though.”
We were actually speaking Chinese, of course. You probably don’t know this but in spoken Chinese the words for ‘he’ and ‘she’ are the same so I still didn’t know if her partner was a man or a woman. I wasn’t even sure which I wanted it to be. If her partner was a woman then at least I knew she was into girls. But the she would be less likely to do anything with me. If her partner was a man, then maybe she wasn’t into girls at all, but if she were she’d be more open to a fling with me.
“You have been together for some time,” I said, hoping for a better hint as to whether her partner was male or female.
“Yes. Since I became a Christian I’ve calmed down.”
“How do you mean?”
“I was pretty wild in my twenties.”
“What sort of wild?”
“I can’t tell you here. I don’t want to get fired.”
“Wow, it must have been really wild.”
“It was.”
“So come and have a drink with me and tell me.”
“Maybe. But I don’t really know you that well.”
“What are you doing tomorrow evening?”
“After work? Nothing special.”
“Then do it.”
“I suppose,” she said doubtfully. “In that same bar?”
“Yes.”
So the following evening found me sitting opposite Angie with a pitcher of beer and two glasses between us. She looked really hot. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were so tight I’m surprised she had room inside them for her panties. A white T-shirt and a bright red bra underneath that I could see through the thin cotton. And those pretty blonde curls cascading down onto her shoulders. I admit it, I mentally undressed her again. I couldn’t help myself. And her mouth, it was just so kissable I couldn’t stop looking at her lips.
There were some other people at the table next to us who could hear what we were saying and so we made casual small talk. When those people left, I leaned forward conspiratorially.
“So what sort of wild were you in your twenties?”
“Mostly alcohol and sex,” she said. “Nothing too extreme.”
“Ooh, tell me more.”
She laughed. “You want all my embarrassing old secrets.”
“Of course. I love to know intimate stories.”
“I would get all dressed up in sexy little dresses and go to clubs with my friends. I’d get drunk. When I got drunk I’d get horny. And I’d find a boy or a girl to scratch that itch.”
“Wow. How would you find them?”
“Well it’s completely different depending on whether it is a boy or a girl. For a boy, you have to let them approach you but you have to play hard to get. But you can’t refuse too convincingly or they will lose interest. But on the other hand you can’t surrender too easily or they lose interest too. You have to let them think they are so skilled that they seduced you against your will. That you are doing something with them that you almost never do. Of course the reality is that they are just treading the path you have laid for them.”
“You pretended to be a virgin?”
“No, that’s too intimidating. I would pretend I had two or three previous lovers. That seemed to be the best number. Not too virginal, but not slutty. I’d know what to do but hadn’t done it that many times before.”
“What about girls?” I asked. Of course that was what I was really interested in.
“Girls I’d usually have to seduce myself.”
“How did you do that?”
“You do want all the details don’t you? Usually I’d work my way onto the dance floor. Find a little straight twentyish girl in a slutty short dress. I’d start to dance with her. Then I’d go for it.”
“You’d kiss her?”
“No, a straight girl won’t let you do that. You must know that. I’d just go from zero to a hundred instantaneously.”
“What do you mean?”
She paused. “You promise never to tell anyone else all this?”
“I promise.”
“I’d just push my hand up her skirt and rub her through her panties.”
“Wow. Didn’t they get all upset?”
“Sometimes they would. They’d push me away and rush off in disgust. Sometimes they’d push my hand away but stay dancing with me, which I took as an invitation to put my hand back a minute later. But often they’d just do nothing. After a second or two they’d be so turned on they would let me do anything.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’d push their panties to one side and touch them directly. Push my finger inside them. Stroke their lips. Finger their clits. We’d be standing there in the crowded darkness of the dance floor and I’d be…you know…playing with them…it was very intimate. Sometimes they would cum, in public there in the club. Not that anyone could tell on a crowded dance-floor where everyone is moving around to the music anyway.”
“Would they do anything back?”
“Not if they were straight. The best you could hope for was that they would let you play around in their panties as much as you wanted. After all, it was probably the first time they’d been touched by another girl. You had to keep them totally turned-on. If they stopped for a second to think about what they were doing, the fact that they had a girl’s hand in their panties, that they were pretty much having sex in public, they would get all self-conscious and stop you.”
“So you’ve never been touched by a girl?”
“I didn’t say that.” She paused. “I’ve never told anyone this before. I don’t even know you really well, I’ve no idea why I’m telling you.”
“I seem to have that effect on people.”
“I’ll tell you about the first time. I’d never done anything with a girl before, never even considered it, to be honest. This girl comes up and starts to dance with me. She is much taller than me. That is not hard, most people are taller than me. She puts one hand on my shoulder, pulls me towards her and bends down. I thought she was going to put her mouth by my ear. The music was so loud that the only way to communicate was to pretty much shout straight in someone’s ear. And she does it to me. She puts her other hand up my skirt—I was wearing a short mini-dress—and touches me there…you know…my…”
“Your pussy.”
Angie looked around, making sure nobody had heard me say that word.
“Yes. I’m so surprised I don’t do anything. I sort of throw my arms around her because my knees pretty much collapse. I’m aroused and shocked. She is a lot taller than me so my face is pressed into one of her breasts. I hold her tight as my legs turn to jelly. I sort of muffle my moans with her breast. She slips her hand inside my panties. I can’t believe how sopping wet I am. I can’t really believe I’m letting her do it but somehow I can’t stop her. She really knows just how to touch. In a moment I’m orgasming.”
“Gosh. What happened then?”
“I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do. She was wearing pants so I half-heartedly tried to unzip her. But she pushed me away and told me we were leaving. I noticed she was wearing a man’s shirt and a man’s watch and I realized I’d just been taken by a lesbian, which was a first for me. Somehow I wanted the whole experience though, I told you I was wild in those days. So I meekly followed her. I don’t really remember how we got there but soon I was standing in her bedroom. She stripped me. Well, it wasn’t difficult. All I was wearing was the mini-dress and a pair of panties. I didn’t bother with a bra in those days. I don’t have much in the breast department so I didn’t need the support and I didn’t care if people could see my nipples. She was a lot taller than me and pretty much picked me up once I was naked and threw me onto her bed. I lay there shaking all over. I don’t know if it was arousal or fear. But I was totally excited. I watched as she undressed herself. It was the first time I’d seen another woman completely naked. Breasts, shaved pussy and everything. She crawled onto the bed and pushed my legs apart and…you can use your imagination.”
“She licked you.”
“Yes. She made me cum again. Several times to my surprise. That doesn’t usually happen with me. I can’t even make myself…multiple times…you know…when I touch. Then it was my turn.”
“She made you lick her?”
“She didn’t make me do anything. But I knew she wanted me to and I had no idea if this was going to be my one and only experience of lesbian sex in my life. So I wanted to have the full experience. It was scary though.”
“Why?”
“I’d never seen another woman spread open like that. It was like one of those extreme close-ups of an orchid in a coffee-table book. All those mysterious petals. I wasn’t sure what was what. I knew I was meant to put my tongue in there somewhere but I wasn’t certain where her clit was. What was your first time like? Down there.”
I laughed. “I thought ‘am I really going to put my tongue where she pees?’ and I was also worried whether I’d do it right.”
“Well, I must have done something right, since I made her cum. Beginner’s luck maybe.”
“Gosh.”
“I’m turning you on, aren’t I?”
“I have to admit you are.”
“I’m turning myself on too. Remembering it. Sometimes I miss it.”
“What?”
“Being wild. Since I discovered Jesus and became a committed Christian I gave up that stuff. I’ve been faithful to my partner. I’m a lot calmer but I have lots of memories to fall back on when I…” She suddenly looked a little embarrassed.
“Masturbate?”
“I have no idea why I’m telling you all this. I’ve never told anyone before. But yes. I don’t really need to fantasize, I did more for real than most women get up to in their fantasies.”
“Threesomes?”
“Once. A guy and a girl. That was the best combination. Breasts, a pussy, a cock. Everything a girl could want. Since I was their plaything they did everything to make sure I had a wonderful time. I don’t think we went to sleep until dawn. That was the first time I got done in the ass too. Anal sex. That was pretty intense.”
The server came over and we stopped talking for a moment. I ordered another pitcher of beer.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she said, flicking her head to toss her blonde curls back. She licked her lips. An image of me kissing them flashed before my eyes.
“You did tell me you get horny when you get drunk. So definitely.”
“You want me.” It was odd the way she said. She wasn’t asking me. She wasn’t accusing me. She might even have been telling me I could have her, or she could just as well be telling me that I could not.
“You can tell?”
“Of course. Whenever you come to the salon I can see it in your eyes.”
The server brought the new pitcher of beer. I poured her out another glass. She picked up the glass and drank almost half of it in one go.
“If you get drunk with me, I’ll do it,” she said.
“Do what?”
“I’ll be wild again for a night. With you.”
I couldn’t believe it. A few minutes before she was telling me that as a committed Christian she’d given up her wild life of debauchery. Now she was offering herself to me. I felt my pussy fluttering with excitement at just the thought of it. I’d fantasized about it so many time in the privacy of my own bed, now it looked like it might be a dream come true.
She sent a couple of text messages. I wasn’t sure what she was doing until she suddenly announced that we had a hotel room for the night. Apparently a friend of hers was a duty manager at one of the hotels on Orchard Road so she could get a room for next to nothing. With the incentive of what we both knew would happen next, the pitcher of beer didn’t last long. We were both pleasantly high when we left.
We were walking past a sex shop when she suddenly pulled me in through the doorway.
“If I’m going to be wild, let’s get some stuff to be really wild with,” Angie said.
I’d walked past the shop many times but never actually been in.
“Have you tried one of these?” she said. She held up a little toy that looked like a blue fingertip.
“No,” I said. “What is it?”
“It’s a tiny vibrator. You put it on your fingertip. You’ll see.”
Then she went over to where there was a wall of dildos and strap-ons.
“How about this?” she said, holding out a huge cock. It looked so incongruous just lying there in her hand, a disembodied life-sized penis, naturally shaped but an absurd purple color.
“This is so weird,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because we haven’t even hugged or kissed or anything, and here you are picking a dildo to…you know.”
“…to fuck you with. Don’t be so polite.”
“Exactly.”
“Roughly.”
“Roughly what?”
“I’m going to fuck you roughly. I don’t like to be gentle when I’m being wild.”
Angie held the purple cock at her crotch as if she were a man. Since she was petite and the cock was big and thick it looked really obscene. I felt my pussy ripple with anticipation as my brain created an image of her thrusting it hard inside me between my outspread legs.
“Do you like strap-ons?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“I do too. Especially being the giver…the man. Somehow being a little girl with a big cock is a special treat.”
“I like both.”
“Being done is fun, but it is very like straight sex. Although with added breasts.”
She paid for everything and a short time later we were in our hotel room. Our only luggage was the brown paper bag from the sex shop, neither of us had intended staying out that night.
“Let me wash your hair.” Angie took my hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned on the shower. She peeled off her T-shirt revealing the red bra, reached behind and unclipped it. Her breasts were tiny but she had surprisingly big brown nipples. She undid the button on her jeans, unzipped them and, with some difficulty since they were so tight, she worked them down her legs and kicked them away. She was now wearing just a small pair of black panties. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband and flipped it over her hips and let the panties fall to her ankles.
The lips of her pussy were shaved clean, but she had left all the hair above her slit. But the big surprise was that she had dyed it too, it was the same blonde color as the hair on her head.
“I like the carpets to match the curtains,” she said when she noticed me staring at her pubes.
I laughed. “You never told me that was part of the deal when you dyed my hair.”
“Well, I can’t exactly dye you there in the salon.” She stepped into the shower. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
I slipped out of my clothes and joined her under the cascade of warm water. She took the shampoo and rubbed it into my hair. If it was sensuous when she did it in the salon, doing in when we were both naked was at a completely different level. I could feel her tiny breasts pressed against my back, feel her blonde bush pressed against my ass, and, of course, feel her fingers in my hair, working their magic on my scalp. Her fingers moved erotically through my hair as she slid her body back and forth against mine.
I went back under the shower again and rinsed out the shampoo. She moved around in front of me and looked up at me expectantly. I bent forward and finally got to kiss her delicious lips. It was as if I’d turned a switch inside her. Suddenly she drove her tongue into my mouth, her hands were all over my breasts, she was grinding her pussy against my leg. She had gone from tame to wild in an instant. I wrapped my arms around her as we stood there, our naked bodies pressed together, our tongues jostling like fighting snakes. I felt one of her hands slip down off my breast and slide across my stomach. She ran her fingers through my pubic hair. I felt her fingers between my legs, flat against my pussy, barely moving but softly rubbing me. It was much more exciting than I would have expected.
“This is how I did it in the clubs,” she said quietly. Suddenly she pushed a finger inside me. Sparks of excitement burst from my pussy and flooded my body as her finger moved back and forth in my vagina, coaxing my insides to respond to the surprise attack. I couldn’t help myself gasping and moaning as her finger seemed to find all the most sensitive spots inside me. I moved my feet further apart so she could do whatever she wanted.
As fast as she had invaded me, she was gone. By the time toweled myself dry and walked into the bedroom, she was lying on the bed demurely wrapped in one of the thick toweling robes that was provided by the hotel.
She lay back and spread her thighs invitingly, giving me the first sight of her pussy. Somehow since she was still wearing the toweling robe it made it impossible not to have my eyes drawn there.
I moved onto the bed up between her legs to where her little latte-colored lips peeked out from her body, crowned with the unlikely triangle of blonde hair. I reached forward and used my fingertips on her outer lips to gently spread open her pussy, revealing the moist pinkness within. It was a sight that I’d dreamed of in the hair salon but never really expected to see. With the tip of my tongue I nuzzled the edge of her clit.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, “I’d forgotten what a girl feels like.”
I circled her clit with my tongue, lightly licking the whole area without actually touching the tiny button itself. At the same time I let a fingertip nestle in her opening, circling in the entrance without quite going inside.
“Oh you tease,” she moaned as my tongue and my fingertip tantalized her pussy, not quite touching her hard enough to give her the release from tension her body craved. Finally I pushed my finger in deeper inside her. She let out a long groan as she felt her body being penetrated. Then I let my tongue finally touch her clit directly. Her body jerked and she started to move her hips under my mouth as I licked her clit harder and a little bit faster.
“Yes, don’t stop,” she moaned. I could tell she was getting close, and I know from experience that when a girl tells you not to stop, she really, really doesn’t want you to stop, she wants you to keep going all the way to orgasm. I started to finger-fuck her a little harder as my tongue moved up and down on her clit with the same rhythm as her hips.
“Oh yes, that’s fucking wonderful,” she moaned. “Don’t…” And then suddenly she fell silent and her body went rigid for a moment. She squealed and her body jerked and she was cumming and shaking and groaning and pulsing as pleasure erupted from the volcano of her pussy and flowed into the rest of her body. I kept licking her and fingering her until I was certain that every last little drop of delight had been coaxed from her cunt.
I moved up the bed as she lay there limply, recovering from her climax. “Your turn now, once I get my breath back,” she said. A moment later she got off the bed, put the purple cock into the harness and stepped into it. She was so petite and the cock was so large it looked totally obscene sticking out from her like that.
She moved onto the bed. Without being asked I spread my legs, offering my defenseless pussy to her large plastic penis. She reached into the bag from the sex shop again and brought out a small bottle of lube that she had bought. She dribbled some onto the cock. She rubbed her small hand up and down the purple shaft like she was a guy masturbating. It was at the same time both sexy and pornographic. Then she bent over my body. I grabbed the cock and positioned the head out of sight around my body, just barely touching my opening.
She slammed her hips forward hard. I screamed out in surprise. The unyielding plastic was the largest thing I’d ever had in my vagina and it was like having something in there for the first time all over again, unfamiliar, slightly painful. It was too big to go all the way in with a single thrust though. She pulled back and thrust forward again, driving a little more of the rock-hard cock into my body. When she said she liked to be rough when she was being wild she was certainly not joking. After three or four thrusts she finally managed to get the entire purple rod inside me. I felt like my pussy was being split open.
She lay down on top of me, pressing her little breasts against my larger ones. I wrapped my legs around her ass. She started to fuck me, slowly at first, but with long strokes. She would almost pull the dildo completely out of me before sliding the entire length back deep inside. Each time she slipped back inside, I would let out a long sigh of pleasure. It was a fantasy come true, being fucked by the cute little hairdresser’s assistant. I’d imagined it many times before as I lay in my bed before getting up, with my finger coaxing a predictable orgasm from between my legs. But the reality was so much better than I’d even dared to imagine.
She grabbed my hand and slipped the little blue fingertip vibe onto my index finger and turned the switch. My fingers started to buzz gently. I slid my hand between our bodies and pressed the rubber pad of the vibe onto my clit. Wow, what a feeling. As the vibe worked its magic, she started to fuck me faster.
“Oh Angie, yes, yes,” I was moaning. I could feel my impending orgasm building up. I pressed the vibe a little less hard against my clit, delaying the moment of release and savoring the delightful anticipation as my body slowly coiled up inside like a spring, close to orgasm but not quite there.
“Cum for me,” she said. She fucked me as hard and fast as she could, her little pale bottom rising and falling as she pumped the thick plastic shaft in and out of me. I pressed the little vibe hard onto my clit. The vibrating fingertip took me over the top. I squealed as my pussy pulsed, almost as if my body was trying to squeeze the dildo out of me. My whole body was consumed with sex and pleasure and orgasm. I was moaning and she was fucking me and my whole body was on fire, glowing all over with the thrill of my fantasy coming true.
She pulled out and lay on top of me, the cock squeezed between our bodies. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“You are welcome,” she said formally. “I know you’ve wanted that for a long time.”
“Since the first time you washed my hair. But wow…it is so much better having my hair washed by you when you are naked.”
She laughed. “It won’t be quite the same next time you come to the salon. I won’t be getting naked for you there.”
“Pity.”
“Will you fuck me? I want you to fuck me.”
She undid the buckle on the belt of the strap-on and took it off. I got off the bed and stepped into the harness and worked out how to fasten it. She grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed out a little onto the plastic penis and rubbed it in. Somehow watching her hand stroking my plastic cock was incredibly sexy, although of course I could feel almost nothing, just little tremors where the back of the dildo pressed against my mound. I wondered what it must be like to be a guy, with a real cock with real feelings. If it is anything like having my pussy stroked, it must feel wonderful to have a girl stroke your hard cock like that.
She rolled onto her front and pulled her knees up underneath her. She spread her legs. Her pussy was framed between her thighs like she was an animal on heat. I pressed the slick head of the cock between her lips. I pushed forward a little. I was surprised at how easily the head of the cock slipped into her. After all, the cock was huge and she was petite.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” she growled as she felt the knob distend her pussy.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her body backwards as I pushed my hips forwards.
“Oh fuck it’s big,” she moaned as the purple shaft slid into her body.
I watched as the lubricated cock inched into Angie’s cunt. When her body put up some resistance, I pulled back a little and then thrust my hips forward again, getting a little more of what I now thought of as ‘my’ cock inside her each time.
“Oh shit,” she grunted as I gradually worked the huge member into her little pussy. She pushed back hard each time I pushed forward. Slowly my penis penetrated deeper and deeper.
“Fuck me hard,” she ordered once the cock was pretty much buried inside her completely. I pulled back out until only the cockhead was left inside her, and then I thrust forward forcefully. She groaned as she felt the huge dildo slide back in. Once again I thought what fun it must be to be a guy having a big hard cock like the dildo, but one that can actually feel the insides of the girl.
She reached underneath her body as I fucked her, so that she could rub her own clit. She let out a little grunt each time the cock slid back into her. I was fucking her vigorously, hard thrusts but not fast. She was breathing hard, her eyes shut, lost in her own reverie, clearly getting close to orgasm.
I sensed that she was about to climax. I sped up my thrusting. Just as before, her whole body suddenly froze and then her orgasm hit. She shivered and moaned. “Fuck…” she wailed as her body clearly flooded with pleasure. She collapsed flat onto the bed. I fell down onto her, my breasts pressed onto her back, the cock still buried inside her. I moved it in and out slowly as the waves of ecstasy spread through her whole body and left her panting and moaning and swearing. “Fuck…fuck…oh my god…shit…that’s so fucking good.”
Eventually we were both still. She was limp underneath me, almost as if she were passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. I pulled the plastic dildo out of her and rolled off to one side. I lay there on my back with the absurd purple cock sticking straight up out of my crotch. Finally I undid the harness and switched back from a man to a woman.
She opened her eyes. “We’ve got the room all night. Let’s set the alarm to wake up early and…”
“And what?”
“I don’t know,” Angie said. “I suspect we’ll think of something. Something wild.”