Hair Cut

Missy

"you're not the one that has to comb it, let it dry overnight. I am tired of sitting on it and eating it." I chuckle softly. "Though it did cloud my vision of my last......" I trail off momentarily, "boyfriend. He loved my long hair. I just want a change," I blink slowly, "but whatever you think best."
 
Thor

"Your wish is my command. Long hair or short, you are a vision of lovliness." Taking the scissors in one hand, I let my fingers run through her damp hair, and I begin to cut. I have decided that I will shape it about her head - bringing the length to just about her shoulders.
 
Missy

I lick my lips and relax trying not to move as I feel my hair get snipped and falling to floor as he turns chair this way and that, my eyes closed imagining something entirely different my soft smile showing my day dream
 
Thor

'snip,snip...........snip.' The soft snick of the scissors and my hands in her hair have lulled her into a sort of somnolent state. With a final 'snick' the last dark tresses fall to the floor. Reaching for a mirror, I lean close to her ear - my breath warm on her cheek - and whisper, "How do you like the new you?"
 
missy

I blink my eyes open the spell broken as i peer at the blurry image the cloud of dark hair framing my round face, I murmur something about my glasses and before I know it the vision clears and there I am. my brown hair layered and framing my face my brown eyes seeming larger than before.

"How can I possibly pay you?"
 
Thor

"We normally accept cash or credit cards. But, if you would consent to us using you as a model for a promotion for our shoppe, we could call it even."

I placed the mirror on the stand - still behind you - and then took the cloak away from your body. I shook it out and then draped it loosely back over you.

With my hands under the cloak, I draw my fingers - slowly - over those full breasts that are straining to push from your dress. My lips find your earlobe and my warm breath tickles your neck.
 
Missy

"It was meant to be a rhetorical question," I whisper feeling his very capable fingers caressing my full breasts the hard nipples pushing through the simple dark silky fabric. I lick my lips somewhat nervously my breath slow and easy. my mind asking what it would feel like to have my legs wrapped around him.
 
Thor

My hands cup and caress; my fingers find and tease your nipples. My lips travel; soft little kisses on your neck drift to your cheek. Lifting one hand from a breast, I caress your neck for a moment and then turn your head. My warm lips cover yours. My tongue traces the line your lips make. My fingers trace the curve of your right breast and then - slip into the scooped neck of your dress. A nail drags slowly over the exposed bare skin as the Monet covered wrap slips from your shoulders.
 
Missy

"is this how you treat all your customers?" I softly whisper my mind tumbling. body tingling as his nail draws along the soft pale skin. my pulse suddenly racing, faced with a very sexy virile man.
 
Thor

"Only customers of exceptional beauty," I breathe into your ear as my hands explore the curves of your body.
 
Missy

"I don't suppose I could schedule a regular trim?" My eyes sparkle and dance as I lick my lips wanton, hungry, desirous.
 
Thor

My hands slip sensuously over the curves of your body. "I love to schedule regular appointments. I will give you my undivided attention; whenever you are here. I specialize in hair - everywhere," - the last comment delivered with a wicked grin.
 
missy

"Oh really, I know of a spot that's never be trimmed, perhaps you could tell me what you think?" I ask combining coy and seductive with a simple grace.
 
Thor

"As I said, I specialize in hair. If you wish, I will trim the area for you. Show me where you mean." With a pseudo innocent expression, I watched her eyes to see if she would back away from my challenge.
 
Missy

It was too late to turn back and I didn't have the power to resist the warm tone of his voice. "Will you wash it first?" I whisper toying with idea as my fingers slowly inch my hem up to the top of silken stockings. then fingers slide under and I slip my damp panties off, feeling somehow shy and bold at the same time
 
Thor

"Hair must always be washed before cutting...but you should take your dress off so that we do not ruin that beautiful garment." I bend my head and brush your lips with mine....
 
Missy

my lips barely part to his warm lips, then I manage to stand turning so he can undo the zipper down the back my dress sliding off with a flourish. the world seems to have stopped as slowly turn around to face him.
 
Thor

As the dress puddles at her feet, my eyes widen. Her panties have joined the dress on the floor and her swelling breasts are barely contained by her bra........
 
Missy

"So what do you think?" I shyly ask my hand sliding down over my belly running along the line just above my fine black hairs betwwen my legs as my tongue slides over my lower lip.
 
Thor

Astonished would be an understatement. My eyes travel from your toes to the tip of your nose and then back again. Reaching out, my hands unsnap your bra; spilling full breasts from their cups. Pulling a towel from the stack, I place it on the chair. "We don't want you to be cold, do we?" My voice is low; seductive.

My hands find your shoulders and press you gently back in the chair. The chair hums softly as it reclines.

My eyes on your dark fur, I respond to your question. "I think a trim would definitely be in order. First we must wash - you know that hair must be damp to be cut properly." I run the basin full of warm water and reach for a soft washcloth............

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 02-02-2001 at 01:34 PM]
 
missy

I feel a odd connection to him as my bra drops, my full breasts tumbling free. hearing his words as if in a dream, as a towel is wrapped about my upper body and I'm gently placed in the chair again. I listen to his words entranced as he runs a basin full of warm water.
 
Thor

......a soft splash as the washcloth dips into the warm water. Latering the cloth with a gentle facial soap, I wring it out and then gently begin to wash the fur at the junction of your legs....
 
Missy

It was all I could do to keep my hips still as he ran the washcloth betweeen my legs, I let out a soft little gasp.
 
Thor

The washcloth left a thin film of soap on her slit. The dark fur was matted down. Her lips were puffy; protruding. With the cloth covering my hand I slowly washed her pussy. I was slow and gentle. I knew the warm water and motions were turning her on.
 
Missy

the wait was exquisite torture, thoughts dancing through my mind, trying to keep my hips still. waiting wondering, imagining how a trickle of water rinsing me off would feel
 
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