Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 13:07:30 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: HAIRDRESSER

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Written by erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au

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HAIRDRESSER

Just about my last trip to the hairdresser before the
summer holidays start. Any style will do as long as it's
easy to maintain. We'll probably spend so much time in
the pool that we'll come out at the end of the summer
with frizzy hair with a funny colour with having been in
chlorinated water so often. As is usual at this time of
the year all the girls are here to have theirs done for
the summer too.

Most of the hairdressers are busy, it being the last week
before the holidays start, so it was important to make a
booking quite early. The salon was full, mostly with
little kids but there were some older ones among them.

The older ones really do look quite sensational, nice
suntanned skin, bleached hair, nice little busts, but
some not quite so little, I'd guess these girls could be
about 14 or 15. They're starting to shoot up at this age
and there are a few of them that are taller than I am,
not that I can claim to be a giant. But, along with their
height, they're starting to sprout in all the right
places for a girl, most of them have bigger breasts than
I do and what's more they don't seem afraid to show them
off.

For example, there's a blonde girl over near the door who
must be about 5 feet 6 inches, looks very nice indeed.
The body is comparable to her height and I'd guess that
her bust is quite a very nice 34 inch with a large cup,
say a size C cup. Sometimes I think that life is not
fair, I have a quite nice pair but I don't think I'd
stretch to 34. One thing on my side though is the size of
my nipples, since I've admitted to being a lesbian I've
had so many orgasms whilst reading on the internet or
exchanging e-mails with other women that my nipples seem
to be permanently swollen and hard. So much so that I've
taken to carrying nursing pads with me in case I get
erect again and need something to hide them.

As usual at this time of the year, there's a shortage of
seats in the salon, probably caused by mothers of older
children sitting there with their children. I have
children so I know why they're there, the girls would
probably come home with some obscene hairstyle unless
their mothers were here to supervise them. This crowding
has led to some of the children sitting on the floor.
Among those sitting on the floor is the taller blonde
girl sitting over by the door.

Today I'm dressed in a short straight dress with a pretty
pair of knickers on underneath. Always wear stockings,
well, not always but generally I prefer them to panty
hose, I like the fact that I can get a bit of cool air to
my legs between the tops of my stockings and my knickers.
One thing my mother couldn't abide was a woman going into
town with bare legs, it wasn't considered "the done
thing". I couldn't wear this dress with a bra, the neck
line is far too low and if the truth was only known, I
like to show a little bit of my breasts, never know who's
looking.

So here I am, waiting patiently for my turn in the
hairdressers chair but whilst I'm waiting I'm reading a
woman's magazine. As usual it's almost a hundred years
old but there's still some interesting reading in it.
Another chair has become vacant and I look up to see if
I'm getting close to my turn. My eyes lift up to the
mirrors trying to remember how many customers there were
there before me when I catch sight of the blonde looking
at me. I just smile at her and she smiles back, such a
pretty smile, her teeth were very nice and there's
nothing gives a girl a nicer smile than nice teeth. As I
go back to my magazine I happen to catch sight of her in
the mirror again, this time she's staring. No, she
couldn't be, but I glance up again and she surely is
looking at me. I wonder if she thinks she knows me but I
certainly don't recognise her.

Good god Erica, you're blushing, do you think this young
woman is trying to hit on you? Out of curiosity, or is it
vanity, I look at her from under lowered eyelids, she's
still looking and now she knows I'm checking her out, the
smile this time is one that is unmistakeably sexy, seems
to be saying why don't we talk.

We both take our chairs at the same time and, in my view,
there's absolutely no doubt that by looking in the mirror
she can see my legs nearly as far as my thighs. There's
no where else to look but in the mirror so I can see
where she's lifted her already short skirt to show off
her bottom or at least a little of it. I can't see all of
her knickers but I can certainly see the part close to
the seat. This girl seems to be determined to stare me
out and now I have nowhere else to look but in the mirror
as the hairdresser wants me to look straight ahead. She's
also looking straight ahead but she's continually playing
with her skirt, lifting it to show her legs off and
giving me little smiles in the mirror. As she moves her
skirt again I think she's giving me a signal that she
wants me to lift mine too.

Good god, the girl's coming on to me, what should I do,
you know that I like young women but I usually take the
lead in any `pick up" scenario and I don't generally
partake of any activities close to home. She leans closer
to my chair and asks "will we go for coffee later and
then perhaps lunch afterwards"?

"Yes, if you wish".

"I'm Madeline, if you're finished first meet me in the
Cosmopolitan Lounge, do you know where it is"?

"Yes, it's upstairs near the ABC department store".

"If you're there first there are benches outside where
you can sit and wait for me, OK?"

"Yes".

She's finished first and as she leaves she strokes my arm
and says quietly but not too quietly for the hairdresser
not to hear "don't keep me waiting will you or I'll be
quite annoyed".

The hairdresser glances at both of us as if to say my
goodness, fancy this woman taking orders from this
schoolgirl, the girl's got to have something she wants.

I'm a little embarrassed at Madeline giving me orders and
me apparently taking them without too much fuss. Truth to
be told, she's got me excited, I love young women and I
love them to make me submit to them.

Now, I've finished, the hairdresser removes the coverlet
she's used to stop the loose hair from sticking to my
clothes and as I stand she takes a brush and starts to
brush me down. Unfortunately, the brush, perhaps
deliberately, touches my breasts but no apology, she just
smiles at me and as she turns me around to brush my back
she touches my blouse and it pops open a little more and
surely she's seen more of my breast than enough.

I sit outside for a little while wondering what I should
do but see Madeline walking back toward me, apparently
she's guessed that I'd have second thoughts so she's come
back to show me her authority over me. As I stand to meet
her she takes my hand in hers and kisses me on the lips,
only just touches me but from the feel of her hand on
mine she seems to be determined that I won't get away.

Whilst trying to keep my cool I have to reluctantly admit
to myself that the touch of her hand on mine and the
faintest touch of her lips have entranced me and I allow
her to take a firmer grip on my hand as she leads me to
the Cosmopolitan Caf‚.

"Shall we sit outside Erica or should we find somewhere
more private"? Without waiting for an answer she takes my
hand again and leads me to the back of the caf‚.
It's rather secluded and dark, not quite what you'd
expect in a caf‚, probably more in line with a more
sophisticated restaurant. `I'm going to have a nice cold
drink, perhaps Indian tonic water with lots of ice and
then leans toward me and kisses me telling me that the
drink will cool her lips down for me.

This is not what I expected to happen to me when I left
home this morning, I expected to do some family shopping
but, I'm being swept along with her, she's never stopped
chattering since she met me outside the hairdressers and
the dear girls eyes are so expressive, I'm getting lost
in them. Now, I'm trying to remember what I ordered to
drink when she said "I ordered for you, coffee OK"?

I'm shaking my head, how did I get myself in the
position, ought to remember that staring at young women
is a dangerous thing to do, especially in my state of
almost total arousal. It's got me in trouble before but
now it's got me there again.

She really is delicious though, she's leaning forward to
whisper to me and as she does I can see that the front of
her shirt has fallen open revealing a wonderful view of
her breasts. Just a little shadow caused from the
overhead down lights but the shadow is just enough to
enhance her breasts. Doesn't she know that I'm interested
because she takes my hand and places it close to her
right breast. Oh dear, somebody is going to see me ogling
her breasts, I'm in such a quandary because I'm really
very horny for this girl and doesn't she know it. She's
moved her chair a little closer to mine and her hand had
now fallen to my knee, not under my power, or at least I
don't thinks so, perhaps she put it there.

I'm so damned nervous now, I know that she's going to
have me or at least I'm going to have her, but where? My
hand is still close to her breast and she's leaning even
closer so that I can feel her breath on my lips whilst,
at the same time, she moves my hand to fully enclose her
breast and her head moves across that little space that
separates us and the tip of her tongue pops out of her
mouth and slowly approaches mine. I've got to take it in
my mouth, I really must, I need some satisfaction.

As my mouth opens to accept it she withdraws her tongue
and smiles at me `wait until we get outside Erica". In
the meantime her hand is now firmly holding my breast and
rotating her index finger around my nipple, that damned
smile is there again, she knows that she's got me, if she
wants me she only has to take me somewhere quiet and I'm
ready to surrender to her.

"Ready to go my darling?" she is so confident of my
willingness to go with her that her hand has squashed my
breast and then released it to take my hand. "Come along,
we'd better get moving or we won't have time". Time for
what I ask myself, obviously she has a plan but she
hasn't let me on it as yet.

We get to where I've parked my car and as I go to open
the door, it's been unlocked with the remote, she comes
round and assists me in, you'd think I'm an old lady with
the concern she's showing but that's not the case. "I
hope you understand where we are at Erica?"

"What do you mean Madeline?"

"I want you Erica, it should have been very plain to you
when we were staring at each other in the hairdressers".

"I wasn't staring at you, there was just no other place
to look but in the mirror".

"So, what were you looking at when I was sat on the
floor?"

I've got no answer to that question so she says "when you
leave here turn left and then I'll guide you to where I
want you to go". I noted that, where "I" want "you" to
go, the "I" meaning her, of course. Bossy little bitch
isn't she?

So, I turn left as ordered and proceeded for a couple of
miles along the highway until she told me to turn right
at the next caravan park where there's little lane that
will take us down to a deserted beach, she knows it will
be deserted because the beach is littered with rocks that
make it unsafe to swim. Over there, so I turn the wheel
and move over to the shelter of a few trees that will
provide some shade and privacy. So, what do we do now?

Thought she was going to have a fit, "how old are you
Erica"?

"I'm thirty four".

"You sound as though you're four not thirty four, we've
not come here to look at the ocean, it must have been
obvious that I was coming on to you in the hairdressers
you silly woman".

"No, I mean yes, I don't know that I mean, I'm excited
and feeling silly with this young girl but I know what
she means. I want her to kiss me, I want to feel her
hands on my breasts, I want to feel her nipples against
mine, I guess, in other words I want her to take me in
the sexual meaning of the word. As if reading my mind she
puts her arms around me and says `bit of a mystery when a
girl has to show a woman what to do in these
circumstances". "What precisely do you want to happen
Erica? But before I can answer she takes the initiative
and those lovely lips are just about to touch mine, but
this girl wrote the book on teasing, because as her lips
are about to touch mine, they're withdrawn and again as
they're about to touch mine they're withdrawn and this
happens quite a number of times, that is until such time
as I'm ready to cry out for them to kiss me properly. I'm
not kept waiting too much longer as her luscious tongue
finds its way into my mouth and starts its manoeuvres in
there, the kiss is accompanied by the movement of her
left hand down to my crutch.

There's very little movement down there to start with,
just a steady pressure on my vagina but it's enough to
make my hips respond and they're swinging backwards and
forwards onto the pressure. It's a lovely tease for the
time being, I'm not concentrating too much down there,
I'm just enjoying the feel of her tongue in my mouth and
the slow sway of my hips on to her hand.

"Got a blanket Erica?"

"Yes", a breathless reply from me but I don't want to
stop the kissing, I'm really enamoured of her at this
moment and as she'd tried to pull her tongue out of my
mouth to question me I'd tried to drag it back in to my
mouth with my tongue and teeth.

She was determined, however, and broke off the embrace. I
got the blanket out of the car, yes I know what you're
thinking, funny how she seems to have a blanket there at
the ready but disgusting minds will not be eager to know
that I always carry one so the kids can sit on the grass.
There's a picnic table just down this track but it's
never used because the beach isn't safe. She spreads the
blanket on the table, we've made sure it's safe before we
started, and then she's helped me up and laid me back
with a little bit of the blanket under my head. Silly me,
I'm thinking what's going to happen next, if she knew
what I'm thinking she'd think I'm the silliest bitch that
ever walked the surface of the earth. It's convenient
because there's a bench affair attached to the table so
that as she kisses me she's comfortably sat down.

Her hands are now at the buttons on my top and as she
opens them she's also giving me little teasing kisses,
just running her little wet tongue around my mouth, then
my cheeks and then my nose and anywhere else that she can
think of. It's certainly kept my attention on other
things apart from the buttons on my clothes so it comes
as a partial surprise when I feel her pulling the top
open.

The descent of her mouth to the upper swelling of my
breast seems to take for ever, it's all in slow motion
and as she's moving my lovely nipples are reaching out to
meet her mouth but my god, how much longer is she going
to take, they'll jump up and meet her before she's
halfway there. I hate bitches that tease, no I don't, I
love bitches that tease but I hate having to ask them for
what I want. Please stop teasing me Madeline, don't know
why but it crosses my mind that Madeline is such a pretty
name, but why think about it right now, all I want is to
feel her lips kissing my breasts or to feel her pulling
my bra out of the way and her mouth devouring my nipples.

As you can imagine, there is a copious amount of liquid
escaping from my vagina and I'm hoping that with any luck
she will shortly drink it from me. First, however, she
has a rather big task ahead of her in making me beg for
more treatment on my breasts.

She withdrew her lips from my breasts but only to look at
my face in repose, because she'd stopped kissing me
either on my face and lips or on my breasts I opened my
eyes only to see her looking at me. What? Love looking at
you, now that you're eyes are open, when you're looking
at me you seem to be rather quiet, is it that you're
disappointed with me?

"When we drove here I didn't know what was going to
happen. So when we did eventually arrive, I wasn't sure
whether I should lead or whether you'd want to lead."

"There was never any doubt in my mind Erica, I knew I'd
be the one, I saw it in your eyes in the hairdressers and
even more so in the caf‚, now that we're here I'm going
to be so in charge of you, all you have to do is enjoy
whatever it is I do."

"Ooh yes, do it to me" at which she proceeded to exhibit
her talents".

There followed an hour of absolute joy as she let her
hands and mouth travel all over my breasts, pussy, feet
and eventually she returned to where I really wanted her,
yes, on my pussy again. I really don't know where these
young women get all their skills from, are they born with
them or are they learned, if they're learned why didn't I
get to learn them. Her head and hands had pushed my skirt
back far enough for her to see my knickers in all their
lacy glory. "Wow, they're lovely Erica, wish I had some
like that".

"Well my darling, when we leave I'll make sure you're
wearing them, however, they may be a little bit wet but
it will all be fluids that you've enticed to the surface.
Now, fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She's back to my lips again, my oh my I do love this,
more movement in and around my mouth and then on to my
ears, can't think why ears are important but if it makes
her happy, then go for it.

Of course, it's obvious that she won't be satisfied to
remain there despite the fact that I'm in heaven. Her
hand has traversed down the front of my body, slowly
touching my breasts (without lingering) and then between
my legs. Unlike other girls who've "had me" she's
exerting just the right pressure on my pussy, did you
know that my body will follow your hand if you lift the
pressure, not that I'm suggesting you should lift it,
continue with what you're doing to me. That's not to be,
the dress is being lifted to expose my knickers again and
rather than just exposing them they're being moved to one
side even though there's enough room between the knickers
and my thighs to allow her little hand to reach pussy.

The thrill of having a young woman reach out for me is
just divine, her little fingers are there. Where? There
you idiot, right where I want them, touching the lips of
my pussy. Oh why won't she put them in and to try and
persuade her I'm lifting my bottom clear of the table. I
wonder if she'd ever met Alice because like Alice she was
gently pushing my body back down to the table, oh what
joy, being teased like this.

Eventually, her fingers proved to be insufficient for her
taste and joy oh joy her tongue is running along both
sides of my pussy then on to my clitoris which she gently
sucks and licks until it looks like a cock, it's so
stiff. Four of her little fingers are exploring me now
and her tongue is brushing backwards and forwards along
my flesh in a wonderful moment of torment. There are a
few `dew drops" on my lips that she'd picking up with her
tongue but she's not really driving me to distraction,
just such a tease. Oh please make me `cum' now Madeline
but this girl is made of sterner stuff and because she
knows she's the master here she drags out the torment
even longer.

Where before I had only been leaking from my pussy the
situation now is that I'm practically pumping the stuff
out and perhaps this is what she was waiting for as her
mouth starts to really suck, her four fingers are no
longer just teasing me only to her first knuckle, now
they are rammed in as far as she can reach. Oh, oh,
goodness knows how many times I've said that, but my
bottom is rising from the table and reaching for her
mouth, no, not my bottom reaching for her mouth but
lifting my bottom has brought my pussy much closer to her
mouth, such a lovely little mouth.

Drink me my love, just drink me, whether she's heard me
or not is not clear but her mouth is stretched to its
limit extending far enough to take in the whole of my
pussy area. She is sucking so hard that I beg her just to
lick me but why should she listen to me, she knows damned
well that I'll do whatever she wants and my bottom is
straining, again, to lift itself further off the table to
ensure my pussy is as close to her mouth as humanly
possible.

This is heaven, juices are flowing quite freely from my
body only to be captured by her mouth or at least to the
best of her ability. I've reached down and I'm trying to
get my finger in there at the same time but she pushes me
away and continues to suck on me. Not fair, I want to
taste the juices she's bringing from deep in my body but
she's retaining them for herself. Eventually, she stops
sucking and lifts her eyes to look at me, can she, or
can't she, see that I'm absolutely exhausted, never knew
that there was so much fluid in a woman's body, must have
been practically enough to fill a small tanker.

"Love me Erica"? she mumbles with her mouth half full of
my "cum", this is before she moves her lips to my mouth
to let at least half of my "cum' drain back into my
mouth.

"You my darling are magnificent" but I'm spluttering as I
try to speak because of the "cum" in my mouth. Why, at
this time, does the film "The Magnificent Seven" come to
mind, am I subconsciously hoping that there will be
another six girls as good as Madeline to exhaust me at
sometime in the future. But, for now, I'm just deadbeat.
Just a few more kisses to keep me satisfied whilst I cool
down and then she starts to straighten me up, buttoning
my clothes and pulling my knickers into place.

Once that's done she takes me for a walk through the park
that adjoins the beach, it's quite romantic really, she's
got her arm around me cuddling me into her body. My head
is resting on her shoulder and as we stroll she pulls me
into her and kisses me on the lips, it's so romantic, can
this go on forever?

We walk a little way and we come to a stonewall parallel
to the beach, this is probably a relic of when the beach
was safer and more popular. She sits me down there and
starts a passion session with me, do I complain, not on
your life. I'm just so much in need of her lips on mine
and I'm pulling her towards me just as hard as she's
pulling me. Once again our tongues are teasing each
other's but as her mouth opens wider to accept me into
her mouth I fold my lips into a shape whereby I can get
my entire lips into her mouth for her to suck. Now, I'm
the aggressive one, taking her hand and folding it to my
breast but as her touch is only light I take her hand in
mine and squeeze as hard as I can. She's trying to
withdraw from my mouth but I'm insistent and won't let
her move her hand from my breast either.

At last I let her take her mouth away from mine and she
says "Erica, that was fantastic, where ever did you learn
that, actually didn't learn it anywhere, just thought of
it on the spur of the moment. She pulls me down off the
wall and moves her crutch against mine, we're grinding
our pussies against each others much like a man giving it
to a girl but rather than a penis our clits are getting
the full benefit of the pressure we're applying. Being
still on a "high" from the previous encounter I'm almost
there, I can feel the stirrings of another orgasm
building somewhere inside me and my breathing is
irregular, little gasps as I near the finale. Suddenly, I
explode, "cum" everywhere, my goodness, can I go home
like this? The real question is, though, has my little
darling had an orgasm yet? It must be perfectly obvious
to her that I have but then the shuddering starts and her
breasts are pushing against mine and she's biting her
lip, darling, darling she's calling out and then she just
about collapses in my arms. My lover has "cum", so why is
she crying, I thought I was the only woman who cried when
she "cum" but this girl is holding on for grim death as
shudder follows shudder.

Finally she subsides, oh my Erica, what happened to me
then?

"My love, you've had your very first real orgasm, you
thought you'd had one when you played with yourself in
bed but in reality, compared with an orgasm with another
woman your past experiences are nothing". My turn to look
after her, I open her top and make sure her nipples are
OK, otherwise we could put some cooling cream on them
when we get back to the car. They're very swollen but
don't seem to have suffered any permanent injury. Her
knickers are a veritable mess, soaked is not the word,
don't know that mine are any better but if they are she
could always wear them and I'd wear hers, I think that
would be the safer alternative. As I kneel to take hers
off she says "no Erica, I couldn't go again".

"Shush darling, just going to see if my knickers are in
better shape than yours and if they are you can wear
mine". Perhaps better, my sneaky view, if she wears mine,
I want to wear hers. There's very little difference,
they're both soaked but I persuade her to change into
mine, don't know how she feels but I feel rather nice
when I change into her little cotton knickers, so
intimate.

We're arm in arm as we walk back to the car. I open the
boot and pull out a bottle of water that I always carry
in case the kids need cleaning up and there's a piece of
towelling in the glove box for emergencies. We've cleaned
up reasonably well and our clothes are adjusted so that
we don't look as though we've slept in the woods
overnight and I'm just washing or trying to wash my pussy
area clean but her knickers are so wet that it's
virtually an impossibility to do anything serious. Clean
her up a bit too and make sure my lacy knickers are sat
quite snug round her lovely bottom.

"That was so good Erica, we really must do it again".

"When?" obvious that I'm not anxious isn't it, I can't
wait for this girl to take me to heaven again. "Do you
have a mobile Madeline so I can ring you"? So, we're now
in a position for us to call and make prior arrangements
to meet, preferably somewhere not as public as a shopping
centre.

She wants me to drop her off at the shopping centre where
she can catch a bus home. Of course I offer to drop her
off at home myself but she doesn't want that. I only pull
into the entrance of the parking where it's quite dark
and as she opens the door to get out she turns and give
me a final kiss. Thank you my beautiful girl, until the
next time!!!!!!!


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