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My Wildest Dream!
by Marla
Let me tell you! I'm into the salon experience and am anxiously
awaiting each visit to my favorite stylist. I wear my hair in a medium length
bob style cut and it is a dark brown with auburn highlights. I have always
been turned on by red- heads and have dated quite a few in my days. I even
married one. We both love to color and style each other's hair. I hope I keep
you on the timeline. This is the first time I've ever written any of my
thoughts or dreams down. And yes, the names have been changed to protect
whatever??
As I mentioned earlier, my wife and I love to play with each other's
hair and we do this quite often. There's nothing more relaxing than being
pampered like this, to me. We have cut and colored and set each other's hair
so many ways and about the only thing we don't have at home is a shampoo
sink(I'm working on that). One day Liz was going to trim my fine hair to
clean up the split ends and she just got cold feet. She told me it was looking
good and getting longer and she didn't want to mess it up. She really is liking
my appearance with my longer locks and suggested I went to a salon and got
it trimmed right. I agreed after a while and now was in a typical dilemma;
Which one should I go to? I looked in the phone book and decided I didn't
want to go to any in my area, since I figured I probably knew most of the
stylists and figured they would more than likely be gossip hounds. Then I
remembered a salon in the next town that I used once, years ago, to get my
hair cut when we got married. It had been a while and it was a fancy, trendy
place, so I decided to take a stab at this place and picked up the phone and
made an appointment. Not as hard as I expected. Boy, did I pick the right
place. When I talked to the receptionist, he made it easy on me. He asked if
this was my first time and I said, yes. He suggested Marissa. And I, not
really having a preference, said "that's fine". We set the time and that was
that. Now I just had to show up.
I made sure I was going to be there on time, in fact I was there about
ten minutes early. Marissa was still with another client and I was offered a
cup of coffee or a soda and sat in the lobby surrounded by several lovely
gals. I didn't say much of anything and the only magazines around were of
hairstyles and Glamour and the like. I forgot to mention that I brought
pictures of the style I wanted, but I picked up a magazine, the Glamour,
anyway, and waited. I was already having a good time and hadn't done
anything except pick up a book and wade through it and imagine the rest of
the visit. Marissa came over a few minutes later and introduced herself and
then we went over to the shampoo bowls. We started chatting like we were
old friends as she wrapped that cape around me and started to wet my hair.
When she poured some shampoo and began to lather up my hair, I looked up
at her and said, "You can forget everything else and just do that the rest of the
day" and laughed. She chuckled and said, "Oh, there's more in store, dear". I
just kept on enjoying the moment. She rinsed my hair and put a very nice
smelling and feeling conditioner and massaged it into my hair and everything
kept getting better for me. "So this is what my wife likes about a salon, all
this pampering. I think I have been sold" Marissa smiled and rinsed the
conditioner out and took me over to her station.
I sat in the chair and we started talking about styles and this is where I
just about lost it. I eventually got up the nerve and told her I hadn't seen any
men's styles that I have ever liked and I liked my hair to grow longer. And
that I thought I would like to try a bob cut that I had seen on so many girls. I
further mentioned that I had brought pictures. She smiled and said, "This is a
first for me. Let me see what your thoughts are and see if we can do it." I had
about five or six and we settled on one that would look good while I let it
grow to the next phase, which was going to make it all catch up in length
when it all got down to my earlobes.
She started cutting, very little, just enough to get rid of the split ends
and then trimmed a little in the back. I'm glad I was measuring my money's
worth in enjoyment and not hair on the cape. It was definitely worth every
penny! While she was at work on me, the conversations all around us were
hilarious. It appeared everyone else in the salon was complaining about there
hair and I chuckled nonstop. There was a girl next to me with much shorter
hair than mine and was bitching that it was too long and she didn't know
what to do. I looked over and grinned(she looked fine to me). Marissa
grinned and started laughing with me when I was starting to sound like 'one
of the girls' in this place. I was having so much fun and really started to
blend in quite comfortably(mmmmmm). We talked about what each other had
planned to do for Halloween which was a couple of months away, but that
sparked some neat conversation. She had been looking for some of those
shorts that the 'Hooter's' girls wore at work. She was trying to get her
husband to be a Hooter's gal for a party on Halloween night. I realized I
picked the right place then. I told her I didn't have a thing planned and my
wife was actually going to be off work, also. She told me she had done a few
drag queen's hair in Pennsylvania, when she had her own salon. I felt really
at ease and realized I eventually would get this gal to set my hair in the shop,
something I had been apprehensive in asking. I told her "Putting on a dress
for Halloween would be a blast. Hell, I might even come in here on
Halloween dressed up and get my hair done." This was all jokingly and we
both had a blast with it. But it sure had my mind in high gear! She styled my
hair and it was going to look just like the picture when it grew out just a little
bit more. I looked in the mirror for what seemed like an eternity, and loved
the way she did it. I got up and paid her(generously) and set told her she just
gained a new client each month, if not more frequently. I walked out wearing
my hair just the way she styled it, probably too feminine for my face but,
nonetheless, it was MY hair. Got in the car and drove home with my head in
the mirror most of the way. My wife liked it much better than I thought.
Next visit started the same way and the conversation continued in the
same girlish manner. I was getting into this and wasn't about to upset the
apple cart inside my head. We kept on and on while she worked on my head
and I kept on admiring the effort she gave. Halloween was a month away so
that was still on the menu. I thought she forgot about our previous
conversations and asked her if she had found those shorts. She grinned and
said "You were enjoying yourself, weren't you? No, not yet. Have you
decided what you were going to do?" I said "Not yet, but I would definitely
be your Hooter's girl if he opts out." Some more laughs followed and she
gave me a more pampering as I watched in the mirror. She showed genuine
interest and I did, too. We weren't flirting, just having a lot of fun. A girl
was sitting in the lobby wearing a bright yellow flowery sun dress and I had
to sneak a peek in the mirror. I don't know why, but I had to check
everything out in the salon that day. Aside from her, I noticed I was getting a
few looks from other female patrons. Not negative ones, just inquisitive
looks. It wasn't bothering me at all. When I was in there I guess I was one of
them. When in Rome?.. The same response from me as she finished my
hair occurred this time, too. I spent too many moments in the rearview mirror
on my way home. And all I could think about was the next appointment.
Sounds like an addiction to me, ha!
Now get this! I've been busy at work and haven't done anything
crazy like this before and really haven't had the time to do much, period. A
normal event before drifting off into dreamland for me is to check my e-mail
and maybe find some fellow hair enthusiasts on the 'net to chat with. I
eventually go to bed and get up in the next six or eight hours and just go to
work. Except this time. I remember this damn dream so well, I could say it
haunts me except that I enjoyed it too much. I guess somewhere in REM
sleep(if that's where it happens) this little thing crept into my head and
stayed.
I walk in the salon dressed casually, wearing a denim wrap skirt and a
soft white ribbed knit top, light makeup and my lips are a soft brown and my
eyes match. My hair is the usual bob and my bangs look okay but need a
trim. I am greeted by Marissa and she takes me over to the shampoo bowl
and introduces me to BOB, the guy that is in beauty school and is working
there part-time shampooing and in general learning what he can. He's not
effeminate at all, just the opposite, but very polite. I did want Marissa, but
She'll get to me. My appointment is later in the evening towards closing and
Marissa lets the last few clients out and locks up. I like this more and more.
She is going to set my hair and this is going to make it easier to come in
during the day next time. But I'm wearing a skirt and made up and HE's
starting to give me a shampoo. Marissa says she going to go down to the
corner store to get a snack and a drink and will be right back as BOB wets my
hair and starts to pour some shampoo in my hair. We both say "Okay, we'll
be right here" and she locks the door and leaves. I forgot to mention how I
get when I'm sitting in that chair when my hair is being shampooed. You
probably do the same. My entire body gets so relaxed and my arms fall down
limp and I am in Heaven. BOB massages my hair with the rich lather and my
head swirls in the aroma and sensations. I just love it. He seems to do this for
eternity just like I wanted Marissa to do the first time I visited. I feel another
sensation! A good one at the right time and the right place, or so my mind
tells me. Go with the flow is all I can think of. While he reaches to get the
rinsing nozzle I feel something warm brush against my neck up to my chin
and, I don't know what triggered it but I licked my lips and smiled while my
eyes were closed and still very relaxed. He starts rinsing my hair and it
happens again, the same warm sensation rubbing in the same place and
turning me on like I never imagined. I don't remember this ever happening to
me but I was still sitting there. This time I licked my lips, opened my eyes
and looked up at him and gave him a very suggestive grin. This guy was
already turned on to me, that's for sure, and I'm really getting turned on to
something I never thought would happen. He was cute, handsome, not
overly athletic built. But he was cute and damn polite. I think he was
embarrassed like I would have been if I were in his shoes. Everything just
keeps on getting more and more involved in this salon. Don't know if I can
stand it but I'm going to keep on trying and loving it! That last brush against
my neck said 'now or never' to me and guess what I chose. My right arm
slowly reached up between his legs and grabbed his buns(thought I would
see what all the girls feel like. They always check the buns out.) I liked what
I had a hold of. Firm smooth and warm. I tugged him a little closer to me as
he rinsed my hair and moved my hand to the front. What it felt was that
warmth and long and hard being traced by my fingers. As he continued by
massaging conditioner into my hair and trying to gain some composure, I
grabbed the zipper and slowly brought it down for further examination of this
warmth I began to crave. I fit a finger through the opening and felt satin,
boxers. This is getting better all the time! I do like satin, too. He massaged
the bottom of my head and I raised up a little to ASSIST him and blew
against his satin boxers. I could immediately tell that he liked it. He acted a bit
anxious and this warmth was now at full attention.
My, my?..I tugged lightly at the elastic top of his boxers an exposed
a long firm smooth shaft that could probably explode if it got any larger and it
fell just against my lips. He glanced down at me and I gave him that grin,
once again, and kissed the tip of his large lovely shaft. He shuddered and so
did I until I kissed it again. That appeared all it was going to take for me to
decide to go the last mile and I definitely did that next! I liked this little game
so far and I wasn't about to stop. But I kept thinking to myself , did Marissa
put this together after our conversations? I hope so, because as I was
wrapping my soft brown lips around his shaft and going deep, keys are
jiggling in the door and it opens and she walks in. Like nothing is going on,
she walks over to her station and sits in her chair and eats her snack and sips
on her drink. I'm getting a shampoo, BOB is getting bobbed by me and
Marissa glances over and I see a grin form her out the corner of my eye.
Wow! I love this beauty treatment. Hope ole BOB does. I think I can say he
does. I continue taking his cock inside me as far as I can and occasionally
suck as hard as possible on its way out from my lips. He is straining now
and I am getting into this so much, I don't care what happens next, but that is
soon to follow. My lips are following his every contour and forming a perfect
vacuum for him to enjoy and then he quivers and my mouth is given a little
surprise. He's cumming and I get a mouthful while I pull out and he keeps
cumming on my lips and cheeks. I look up at him and the grin gets to be a
smile and a half. Marissa notices a little wet slurpy noise from the shampoo
bowl area and comes over and stands on the other side and kisses me. "Did
you like that? I thought you might.
Now come on over and we can finish with your hair, okay?" She
takes me by the hand and damn near has to drag me away from that shampoo
bowl and BOB. Oh, BOB! Marissa is enjoying herself with the setting lotion
and the rollers and has me rolled in no time. She takes me to the dryer and
sets the temperature and bends in and gives me another kiss and says "relax
and enjoy, dear". I smile and look around and find BOB walking out of the
bathroom looking a bit flush. I smile invitingly at him thinking maybe just
one more time????. He is thinking the same thingJ Hope you enjoy
your next salon visit! I will?..
Marla
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