your hair

When you came over I showed you the natural-bristle brush and the bone comb I had purchased for the occasion, along with the shampoo and conditioner you requested.

You wore a red tee, jeans and flip-flops. You sat in the upright chair. Your hair was sandy brown, straight, below the shoulders.

I started brushing with slow, deliberate strokes. Since we both knew why you were here, there was no need to mask your reaction. As I brushed, you sighed and as I continued you moaned softly. I motioned to pull your hair together and brushed my hand across your cheek and ear. You blew out a breath.

As I continued brushing, I became more bold and pulled my hand lightly across your chest. Your nipples hardened and pushed against the tee. But I didn't lose concentration on the brushing. As aroused as we both were becoming, there was also a relaxing feeling about it. The regular strokes were a meditation; a meditation on sensuality.

After a long time I told you it was time to wash your hair. I moved the chair in front of the kitchen sink. I said that since I was not a professional, perhaps more than your hair would get wet. You took the hint and removed your shirt. You had a black satin bra, but removed that too. Your nipples had relaxed, but now the cool air hit them. They puckered to a beautiful dark red color.

You leaned your head back over the sink. I took the sprayer and wet your hair. Then I took a dollop of shampoo and began working it in. Your eyes were closed, of course. Your breathing slowed and deepened. As I worked the shampoo in, I massaged your scalp. Your hands moved up to your breasts to gently squeeze your nipples and a moan escaped. Your hips moved in the chair and you began to squirm.

I suggested you undo your jeans. Your eyes opened for a moment and you looked at me, then undid the belt and snap and lowered the zipper. I came around in front of you and as you lifted your hips I pulled the jeans off. You had on black cotton panties and there was a wet spot in the center.

Back to the task at hand, I took the sprayer and washed the shampoo from your hair, carefully and thoroughly. I took a plush towel, blotted your hair to remove the excess moisture and rubbed your scalp.

I took a quarter's worth of conditioner and rubbed it between my palms, then spread it through your hair. Now with comb in hand I pulled it through your hair, pressing against your scalp as I ran it down over and over. Again your hands went to your nipples. Now I took my free hand and rubbed it against that place on your panties.

Your breathing became labored and staccato. As I continued combing with one hand, I leaned in to kiss you. Your mouth relaxed and our tongues met. I moved my mouth down to your breasts and spent several minutes sucking each nipple. As this was happening my free hand slid under your panties to that hot wet place.

My forefinger slid into you and began moving in and out. Now my mouth was on your neck, licking and nibbling. My thumb found your clit, already engorged and began moving in a circular motion around its edge.

I dropped the comb and took your head in my hand and thrust my tongue back in your mouth as my fingers continued their work below. Your fingers squeezed your nipples hard. Through the kissing your sounds grew louder. Then you ejected me from your mouth and your body bucked. I felt the waves of contraction against my fingers and your sounds became throaty.

You collapsed into my chest and were still. And your hair looked fabulous.