Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 04:15:30 -0500 From: J W Subject: Janice Wants 2 PREFACE: Cathy Sullivan [from my series `Soccer Practice'] is mentioned in this segment just for fun. I don't think she'll play any significant part in this series. ******************************************************************************** Carol Gordon would have taken exception to being called an old lez if she'd heard her hairdresser say it. She might have to concede that she was old, although she didn't feel it. Most people would consider fifty-four to be old. She would sort of have to agree that she was a lesbian also. The conjunction of the terms was up for dispute. She'd only been a woman lover for three years; prior to that she was a very married woman with a supportive and sexually adequate husband; Stanley Gordon. All that had changed when Cathy Sullivan had invited her to be a guest at a Make-up Industry Convention and trade show. Cathy had been a neighbor ten or more years ago and looked up to Carol, who was about ten years her senior. The two women had kept in touch sporadically over the years; the odd letter, the annual Christmas card with a personal note and more recently e-mail had made maintaining their long distance friendship much easier. When the make-up distributor found she was going to be in her old town for the trade show she invited Carol since her company was paying for her and a guest even if she went stag. Carol of course accepted more to renew her friendship than to take advantage of the gala meal in one of the city's most prestigious hotels, but that didn't hurt. The older woman was thrilled to have an excuse to go out and buy a new outfit too. The night of the opening dinner Carol took a cab to the downtown hotel and met her younger friend at the entrance to the banquet hall. As is typical of such functions the alcohol flowed very freely. By the time the after dinner speeches were done and the tables were rearranged for dancing Missus' Gordon and Sullivan were feeling very little pain. The conventioneers were heavily slanted to the female side probably more than two to one. When the dancing started there were more female-female couples dancing than male-female. Given license by their fellow partiers Carol danced with Cathy for an hour. Fast and slow the music mix was quite varied. Carol found herself liking the slow dances; maybe a little too much. She hadn't done anything like this since high school and was surprised at how holding Cathy close seemed to be turning her on. The feel of their breasts mashing together, thighs brushing, pelvises occasionally bumping and hands slipping down until they were awfully close to cupping tushies all combined to get the older woman's juices flowing; literally. Carol felt sort of embarrassed at her reaction but the alcohol massaged it away so she kept right on enjoying herself. She would have been shocked if she had known at that point how much Cathy was enjoying it. Missus Sullivan had been introduced to the world of Sapphic love less than a year before by her daughter's soccer coach. Liz Nelson had unfortunately had a family emergency that required her to go back to her native England just a few weeks after she had consummated her friendship with Cathy. This left the soccer player's mother anything but high and dry but definitely hot and horny. With no connections she craved the blissful feel of satiny skin on hers and the warmth and tenderness she had all too briefly experienced. She saw this business trip as an opportunity to revisit an old friend and possibly kindle something that had never been in either of their minds ten years ago. Cathy hadn't known about the dancing after the opening dinner but it couldn't have worked out better if she had written a script. The opportunity to snuggle up against the taller and older woman's heavy bosom for an hour was almost enough to make the whole exercise a success in itself. By ten o'clock the crowd was dwindling. Many had reached the stage of near unconsciousness and opted to go to their rooms rather than pass out in the banquet hall. In other cases women had managed to hook up with one of the very scarce men and retreated for some horizontal dancing. When Cathy invited her up to her room for a night cap Carol's responsible mind told her she'd had more than enough. The conservative thoughts that tried to take hold in her mind were ultimately undermined by the fact that she was having more fun than she'd had in quite sometime and she didn't want the night to end. With a minimum of reservation she agreed and the pair left the public forum for a more private venue. On the way up in the elevator Carol realized to her chagrin that her panties were damp. `I haven't been this wet in years!' she thought watching the lighted numbers roll up the floors. `Stan is in for such a surprise when I jump his bones when I get home' she was thinking as they exited the elevator on Cathy's floor. Inside the hotel room the hostess poured two Bailey's and the women sat on the love seat opposite the queen size bed. Cathy realized she needed to get a grip if she was going to have a chance of realizing her dream. "I really had fun tonight' Carol said "thanks for inviting me." "My pleasure" Cathy responded, meaning every word. "You're so beautiful" Cathy said in an almost pleading tone. It had been a long time since anyone had called her beautiful. The compliment sent a shiver through Carol's pussy. "You're beautiful too Cathy" she countered then their lips met and the rest as they say is history. Carol experienced sexual pleasure she never knew existed that night in her friend's hotel room. To have multiple successive orgasms when she though one every other time or so was pretty good completely changed her perspective. Three years later standing naked in front of the vanity mirror and reminiscing Carol felt the heat building in her crotch. Preparing for her Saturday morning hairdressing appointment was more arousing than a get away weekend with her husband. For almost three years now she'd frequented lesbian bars whenever her husband was out of town. `Sometimes ya got lucky, some times ya didn't.' she soon discovered that she was a cougar in that world too. Most of the women she hooked up with were half her age. Last year she'd met a woman who was about Cathy's age. They'd gone back to her place and, to Carol's great pleasure, wound up as a threesome with the woman's teenaged daughter. It was like crack cocaine. One hit and she was hooked. Missus Gordon now craved teenagers. The girls she was after were not going to be found in bars so she started volunteering for organizations that catered to young women. So far she hadn't had any success but just being around the nubile flesh fueled her fantasies. Her breasts had expanded over the past five years or so she now needed a `D' cup. She knew it was extra weight that she was carrying but, hey, middle age does that to nearly everybody. She didn't mind the excess pounds on her boobs as much as the additions to her hips and ass. All in all she wasn't dissatisfied with the form that shone back from the mirror. One last peek at Rita's latest handiwork, the heart shape pubic hair design positioned right above her slit, actually it was a cleft. Her prepuce pushed out past her outer lips, but then her inner lips receded inside. She didn't have the floppy wings that some women have but the size of her foreskin sort of made up for it. Carol chose a baby blue satin bra and panty set to go under her very similarly coloured dress. Downstairs she found Stan in the living room with the paper and a coffee. "I'm off dear" she announced from the doorway "Have fun" he said without looking up. At the front door missus Gordon slipped into her navy blue three inch heels and left the house for her appointment at Rita's salon. Carol had a little pussy tremor on seeing the firmly packed Latina when she entered her shop. She was recalling the conversation they had had the last time she was in about hair styles which had somehow become about pubic hair styles. Carol was reasonably sure before then that her hairdresser was into women if not a full blown lesbian. Their relationship was professional so until that day two weeks ago her suspicions had remained just that. When Rita told her that she offered that service as well Carol had almost fainted. She had thought about trimming before. The pictures she'd seen and the women she'd been with who styled their pubic hair turned her on they looked very sexy, but she was too nervous to do it herself. It had never occurred to her that you could pay someone to do it for you. The older woman had almost choked asking if she could book an appointment. The salon owner had told her she'd be happy to do her after her last appointment which was three-thirty. When the hair on her head was done Carol paid her stylist and said see ya later. When she got home it was barely noon. Three hours to anticipate the procedure had the poor woman in a fit. She made herself some lunch then ran a bath. `Wanna be nice and clean for this' she thought but scrubbing her bush was driving her insane. Still she didn't pleasure herself. Back at the salon at a quarter after three Rita was just cashing out her last hairdressing customer when Carol arrived. The salon was empty but for the three of them. When the other customer left, the salon owner flipped the sign over to display the closed side and locked the door. "I have a special area set up in the back, if you'd like to come with me." Carol followed the younger woman through the hair washing area to a separate room in the very back of the premises. Rita had no doubt about her client's sexual tastes. She was quite well connected in the lesbian community and had heard about Carol's cruising exploits. The potential for this routine procedure to become a sexual tryst made the salon owner's pussy start murmuring. Inside the little room Carol's heart skipped a beat when she saw the table. It reminded her of her doctor's office but this one looked a little more comfortable. Less like a flat table and more like a chair but it had the foot supports, like stirrups, extending from the end just like the doctor's. Rita turned to face her and said "you can take your dress off or just hike it up; but you'll need to take your panties off of course." The words were innocent enough, sort of but they set all of the middle aged wife's erogenous zones tingling; Carol, feeling very sensual, reached behind her and unzipped. She shucked her dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it. The salon owner appraised the bra and panty clad frame and her pussy gave a big clits up as her client hung her dress on the clothes tree in the corner. The older woman hesitated only a second before shoving her silk panties down and stepping out of them as well. "Alright just take a seat up here" Rita instructed patting the specialized chair seat. Her hairstylist had placed a white towel on the black vinyl to catch any drips and drops from the shaving; or whatever. Carol found she needed to use the step up at the end of the table to get her butt high enough; once in position she found herself quite comfortably seated, slightly reclined, with her legs dangling. Her stylist pulled up a wheeled stool and again Carol was reminded of her doctor's office. The full figured Latina took hold of her right calf with one hand and her right foot with the other. Lifting her client's cooperative leg she placed the older woman's foot in the extension arm that came out from the bottom of the table. When Rita repeated the process with her left leg Carol noticed for the first time how wet she had become. She felt the thick juice being stretched between her separating lower lips and the coolness of the air on her hot damp flesh. The hairdresser did not miss the display as the peach split. Seated between the now widely spread legs the salon owner filled her nose with the delicious fragrance. The obvious arousal didn't surprise her and miz Velasquez thought it was imprudent to delay. She picked up the scissors and began to quickly remove as much of the curly soft hair as she could. The tugging on her vulva sent shock waves through her clit and up into her breasts. The fifty plus year old married woman bit her lip to prevent the moans from escaping her mouth. She was glad she'd chosen a pubic hair design before she left the salon the first time because she certainly knew that she was not capable of that kind of decision now. The tugging was replaced and not for the better by the vibration of the electric clipper. Rita concentrated on her work. She had done this many times but it never really seemed to get easier. `Even when they don't get wet I still have that non stop buzz in my pussy' she thought. Holding on to the vibrating mini clipper didn't help at all. "Can you push your hips down a little lower" the Latina asked as she worked at removing the hairs between the older woman's buttocks. Carol felt like thrusting her hips toward the tantalizing sensations so scrunching down was almost a relief. Rita wanted to be professional but she was only human. She carefully clipped the fuzz that followed the continuous crack around but when she encountered the puckered brown ring she just couldn't stop herself from gently stroking the older woman's anus with her forefinger as she separated the rear cheeks. The sensation was so unexpected and so intense that Carol could not stifle a huge groan. "Sorry" the stylist said, but she wasn't and she didn't stop tickling the older woman's ass hole. The reclining woman could feel the heat building in her lower abdomen. Her clit throbbed and begged for attention. Carol was pretty sure she'd never been this horny in her life. Rita used the clipper to skillfully rough-out the heart design on her customer's pubic bone before hanging the mini-clipper back on its hook. The stylist took a washcloth and wiped over the clipped area to capture the clinging hairs. The warm cloth wiping from her rectum to her clit sent new waves of enjoyment over the hyper-aroused older woman and her hips twitched. The Latina picked up the aerosol shave cream and said in a trembling voice "OK I'm gonna need you to be very still for this next part. Can you do that for me?" her customer responded with a guttural sound that was neither positive nor reassuring. "I didn't think so" Rita interpreted the grunt as a negative and ran her thumb up the slippery crease until it retracted the prominent prepuce and exposed the mature glans beneath. The red corn kernel sized organ poked out and the stylist automatically gave it a lick. The direct contact with her clit sent electric charges out to every extremity. With the gloves off, so to speak, Carol clutched her breasts and squeezed. After the first taste the Latina was out of control and lashed the exposed pleasure center mercilessly with her tongue. The forefinger of her right hand penetrated the screaming woman's anus and three fingers of her left were stuffed up the spasmodic pussy. Carol saw the lights flicker and she really thought she might die from the intensity of the pleasure. The electricity was still coursing through every nerve ending but she lay completely still as her stylist diligently removed the remaining stubble. Rita thought her pussy was going to explode as she ground her vulva against the top of the stool. Unable to bare it one more second she negotiated the labyrinth of her skirt and panties to stuff three fingers deep inside; the same three fingers that she had so recently extracted from her client's snatch. The waves of joy and fulfillment were almost instantaneous. She sat on her hand huffing and puffing and admiring her artistic work. The salon owner had barely recovered her breath when she applied the warm wash cloth once again and removed all the residuals. "What do you think" the stylist asked as she held a mirror for her customer to examine the precision work. Carol was amazed at how pink and flushed her vulva looked with the masking hair removed. The beautiful heart shape of hair above the crease was exactly as she'd imagined it. That was two weeks ago, today she was here for maintenance. She'd found she was happy having her hair redone about monthly but the salon owner had cautioned her that the pubic design wouldn't last quite that long. It had been two weeks and it was definitely time. Carol was surprised to find her stylist in what looked like the very early stages of another woman's coiffure. "Hi Carol!" the salon owner greeted her cordially. "Am I early?" the older woman asked checking her watch and knowing that she wasn't. "No... no " Rita assured her "Missus Stevens is going to need to sit for a while very soon." at which point the woman in the baby blue dress noticed the foil in the other customer's hair guarding it against the bleaching effects of the highlighting cream. "And I have an assistant now". Missus Gordon was not really able to process all of this information but she did gather that she wasn't going to have to wait, which was good. "OK Debbie just relax for fifteen minutes or so and I'll be back" the stylist assured the woman in her chair. "Come on back" she called to Carol as she started toward the more secluded part of the salon; the older woman followed. When they entered the hair washing area Carol's heart stopped as she saw the teenager of her dreams cleaning one of the sinks. "Janice this is missus Gordon" the proprietor announced "I want to show you the process for maintenance of a pubic trim.... if that's OK with you, Carol" she deferred to her customer. The older woman was already standing slack jawed at the prospect of the teenager looking at her semi shaved pussy. The idea that the teen might actively participate in the trimming was almost more than she could stand. "Uh huh" she managed to grunt confirming her acceptance. "Good" Rita said enthusiastically "the sooner I can get Janice trained to do some of the simpler procedures the more time I'll have to do my real work." The salon owner walked her client over to the pubic trimming room and said in a whisper "You know what to do honey". Carol tried her level best to keep her hormones under control as she removed her dress. "She tips really well" the shop owner whispered in her assistant's ear before they had entered the trimming room. `Tips! Money! The idea lit Janice up like a pinball machine. She hadn't even thought about that possibility. By the time the hair dressing duo had entered the room their client was fully positioned and splayed on the table. Rita pulled up a chair for her protégé beside the wheeled stool. Jan realized that she was having difficulty controlling her breathing. Her boss was already spreading the shave cream on the stubbly bush. "I'll do one side then you do the other" Rita proposed as she stretched the skin of Carol's vulva. The direct contact with her pussy sent waves of pleasure through the middle aged body. From her semi seated position she was able to watch the two women between her leg apply their full concentration to her vulva. "She likes this" the salon owner informed her employee as she massaged her client's clit with her thumb while stretching the skin for a closer shave. Janice found herself enraptured by the aroma of the woman's sex and watched intently as her instructor demonstrated the necessary procedure. The thumping in her pussy was becoming impossible to ignore but Jan persevered when Rita handed her the razor and vacated the wheeled stool. "Now you try precious" the shop owner encouraged. The teenager slipped easily over to the stool and placed her hand on the older woman's vulva as her boss had demonstrated. She was not prepared for the silky slippery feel of the hot spongy flesh. She was shocked at how her own pussy reacted, clenching and pulsing. She had the feeling that something major was about to happen like she might explode or something. Her tutor repositioned the girl's thumb so that it was directly on top of the funny projection at the top of their customer's slit. "Press right her honey" Rita counseled. Janice pressed harder to stretch the skin and remove the unsightly stubble. Carol groaned loudly and the salon owner pulled her trainee's razor operating hand away as the mature woman's hips began to heave and buck. The orgasmic waves shot up through the older woman and she wailed out her contentment. "OK honey, finish it off now" Rita said releasing Janice's razor baring hand. A few more decisive strokes and the neat pussy with the decorative heart above it was as good as new. The teenager really did not know what had just happened but the urge to put her hand in her own pants was nearly irresistible. "Clean her up now" the proprietor said handing her student a warm wet wash cloth, "I've gotta go back to missus Stevens." As soon as Janice had removed the residual shave cream and thoroughly towel dried the twitching woman's pudendum she retreated to the washroom and clutched her girlhood. The pressure between her legs was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Janice resolved to get Aunt Samantha on the phone so she could understand these feelings. When she returned to the pubic styling room the customer was gone but she needed no explanation of the twenty dollar bill that had been left behind. `This job might be more rewarding than I ever imagined' she was thinking as she stuffed the twenty into her bra.