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As happy as a woman can be, I paid the bill for both of us and left very
generous tips for all concerned. With words of well wishing in my ears
we left the salon and came back into the real world. As real as Paris
ever is.
Wrapped up in myself, it occurred to me that I had not even looked at
Claudette. I turned on the sidewalk and placed my hands on Claudette's
shoulders and gave her a good look. Breathtaking! Her ash blonde hair was
a symphony of curls which reached to her shoulders and caressed the
alabaster skin above her golden halter top. She was a vision of
femininity, a true woman and she was my friend who sat thru my incursion
into her world and that of all women.
"Claudette, mon ami, you are a true work of God. I could not have gone
through the amazing tortures of that salon were you not at my side.
Merci, Mademoiselle Claudette. I am always in your debt."
Claudette hugged me and said:
"Wendy, you are something else. You make me happy. Just to see you
sitting under that dryer made me appreciate just how wonderful it is that
you and I are women. I have to thank you, my dear. Now let's head back
home and rest for a few hours, then I am treating you to a meal this
evening in the best restaurant in Paris, La Tour d'Argent. We must stop
at the pharmacy and purchase a few hair nets and a shower cap for you.
You will want to keep that lovely set for a few days. Then in a couple
days I will assist you in achieving your own set at home. Maybe we can
have a slumber party and paint our nails and set each other's hair. Dress
nicely for this evening and I will call for you at 8:00PM."
We accomplished our errands and even with me stopping at every window to
gaze at my womanly reflection we arrived back at Rue Jacob at about
3:30PM and happily parted to rest from our adventures in hairdressing and
to primp for our date this evening.
I was exhausted and even though I could stare at my do and new color for
hours, I stripped to panties and bra and new hair net and immediately
fell on the bed and slept for 2 and 1/2 hours.
6:15 PM and time to quickly grab a shower using my new shower cap (White
with yellow daisies). I selected white panties and a open leg waist
cinching girdle and a white strapped longline bra. Suntan hose fastened
to the girdle's garters. A white silk half slip stopped the lights of the
evening from seeing through the swirling skirts of the white with blue
polkadots shoulder haltered sleeveless sundress which I stepped into in a
haze of anticipation. I slipped my feet into 3 inch navy and white
spectator pumps and sat at my makeup vanity and redid my makeup to live
up to the drama of the coming evening. My new hair color allowed me to
use any color scheme for my makeup. This evening I applied foundation for
the first time in Paris. My face was a smooth cameo cream canvas. My
brows were shaped into a well defined womanly arc above the my blue and
gray shadowed eyes. My shadow was much more dramatic and precise than any
I yet worn. Again I was foregoing eyeliner and applied several coats of
black length extending mascara. A light rose blush tinged my cheeks and a
translucent powder brought all into definition. I saved my lips for last.
I popped on six or seven silver and gold spangles on each arm and readied
my three inch long multi drop little silver balls earrings to be attached
after I had fixed my hair.
MY HAIR! Each time I looked in the mirror, I could almost cry (Don't do
that! Your mascara will run!). My hair was gorgeous. It survived the nap
and the hair net and the shower cap. Silvia's creation was not that
easily destroyed. One thing which could not be destroyed was the
brilliant color job. Though it was technically a "gray" it could never be
mistaken for anything other than a woman's hair color. The color that a
sophisticated older woman would die for. It said "I am still sexy, even
though I am in my sixties". For me it was the first time I was sexy. The
first time I was a sexy woman.
I didn't try to make any changes to my hair. I just tried to achieve the
look that Silvia given me a few hours before. A little brushing and
shaping and curling under and my page boy would make Doris Day jealous.
However I moved, the hair would move with me and spring back into the
correct seductive position. Such was the skill of Silvia's cut. I could
have sat in front of the mirror for hours just flicking my hair this way
and that just to savor the thrill of my hair acting as a runway model.
But no time for that now. My friend and I were going to dinner at a great
restaurant that evening. And I must try to be as beautiful as she.
Now it was time for my lips. My wife never had such a bold color but
tonight I was applying a clear carmine with a shimmering gloss. I applied
three coats of the lipstick and two of the gloss. A woman my age can do
that. We do not have the naturally plump lips of a thirty year old. But I
could have the lips of a 60 something Cougar. I thought my lips were
imminently kissable, no matter what my age.
I gathered my purse and made sure I had all that I would need. I even put
in three of the tampons which Claudette had thoughtful provided me. Just
having them in my purse gave me a more feminine feeling. Maybe I might
even use one sometime.
At that minute the doorbell rang. Claudette was on time. And I was
hungry.
I opened the door and a vision stood there. If you were to look in the
dictionary and would find a picture of femininity, it would be a picture
of Claudette. I felt like a wicked step-sister standing in front of the
crystal pump clad Cinderella.
"Oh, Wendy, you look scrumptious. If I didn't know it would mess your
makeup, I would take a big bite out of you right now. Those lips are to
die for. And with that hair color the waiters may put you on the menu.
Let's go, I have a cab waiting. Quai de la Tournelle is not that far away
but a little too far for our "Fuck Me" pumps.
I felt I was a total woman I walked through the courtyard and out to the
Rue Jabob and our waiting pumpkin coach. Our heels clicked almost in
unison on the smooth stones of the courtyard. I was really getting into
the sway of a woman's gait. The longline bra under my dress did it's job
and my titties bounced in perfect rhythm. My dress and slip swirled with
each step and I was in cross dresser heaven. Claudette looked over at me
and smiled and said "You looking good, sister!", but with a french
accent. Wonderful!
Such a wonderful restaurant. We sat side by side in a banquette next to a
window which overlooked Notre Dame and the Seine. Nothing could be more
beautiful or more romantic.
When we entered the restaurant the Maitre D' immediately swooped down on
us and lavished welcomes on Claudette and he appraised me from head to
toe. I guess I was deemed worthy because he kissed both my cheeks and a
hand also. Claudette seemed to be very well known at this obviously
expensive restaurant. We were given one of the best tables and a
complimentary bottle of champagne appeared the moment our sleek dresses
touched the back of the red leather banquette. The lighting was dim and
the music was soft. We were sitting very close together, actually
touching. After our orders were taken, Claudette took my hand in her's
and rested her coiffed head on my shoulder.
"Wendy, mon cher, I am so glad I came into the courtyard the other day
when I did. Meeting you has brought new life to this old broad. To find a
person, male or female, so interested in a new life and being able to
help or guide him or her in finding that life, makes me so happy and
alive. Your new hair do is just a symbol of your new life. Every woman
your age wants to have a new life. You are living yours. Enjoy!"
I was so touched. I brought her hand to my ruby lips and gently kissed
it. Then I leaned to her and even more gently kissed her lips. It was as
if desert had already arrived at the table.
The meal of fantastic. All too soon the real desert arrived and quickly
the Maitre D' had secured us a taxi for the short trip to our apartments.
At Rue Jacob our pumpkin opened it's door and we walked arm in arm across
the courtyard.
We came to my door first. I unlocked the door and turned to Claudette but
did not kiss her. I took her hand and guided her into my apartment, not
even stopping for a night cap I took her directly to my boudoir.
We undressed each other slowly. Stopping only at our bra and panties.
That was far enough. I placed a hair net on her locks and she did the
same for me. I spent a few minutes in the toilette removing my makeup and
then so did she. Then we met at cosmetic vanity. I picked up the tube of
cherry red lipstick I like to wear to bed and I took Claudette's chin in
my hand and slowly glided the creamy indulgence over her luxuriant,
waiting lips. Then she took the tube from my hands and with her soft,
precise touch she sent a spasm of sexual thrill throughout my whole
quivering body.
"Wendy, which side of the bed would you like?"
"The right side, Claudette, if that is all right with you?"
"Perfect! I love to spoon on my right side. And if you would bring those
beautiful lips close to the back of my neck, I am sure I will dream only
the most lovely dreams. Good Night, Madame Wendy. Oh! Your hand feels
sooooo good there! Sometime during the night please caress the other one
also."
We lay there for several minutes and our breathing became deeper and our
cuddle closer. Then Claudette whispered very quietly: "Wendy, I think I
am going to love teaching you all about tampons."
With a smile on both our lipstick lips, we slept the whole night in that
embrace.
Please stay tuned for further adventures of Wendy in Paris
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