When we got in the car we looked at each other and knew that we were thinking exactly the same thing. We waited until we got to the end of the street before putting the thoughts into words.
"I hope somebody has the decency to put us out of our misery if we ever get like that" Gary said.
I smiled. It had been a while since we had seen Simon and Erica, but in that time they had effectively closed the door on life. They had closeted themselves in their own little world and from being best of friends for many years, I found that I had nothing in common with them anymore and nothing to say. I even had the suspicion that they had nothing to say to each other either.
I had been with Gary for 5 years and liked to think that we would never fall into the same trap. We were both a couple of years from turning 40 and were quite shocked to think that our peers were resigning themselves to such empty existences. On the way home I started to think about what the two of us had done recently, how many times we had done it and what we had done that was different. By the time we got home, I had actually scared myself a little. In bed that night I voiced the nagging doubt to Gary, who in true male fashion thought that I was talking about our sex life rather than every aspect of our lives together. It spurred him on to a new level, so I wasn't complaining, but it did take a little more exploration over breakfast to finally nail the issue.
The beauty of being your own boss with a successful business is that you can just take a month off if you feel like it. We resolved to get everything sorted out so that the business could afford for us not to be around for a while, people knew what they needed to do and we were confident that there would be a business to come back to.
Six weeks later we were away, the trauma of the actual journey behind us, checking out our rented holiday home for hidden surprises. A welcome drink later, we were ready to hit the beach. It was then that Gary came up with his first surprise. I had unpacked everything for both of us and had been a little surprised to find a package in Gary's luggage. He wouldn't let me open it, but now that we were about to go to the beach he called from the lounge that I was now allowed to open it. What I found took my breath away. I had packed my normal swimsuits and had gone into the bedroom to change into one of them. When I opened the package I found three new swimsuits. That is if you could call them that. They were tiny. The smallest swimsuits that I had ever seen. I went back into the lounge holding one of them in my thumb and forefinger.
"Gary, what is this?" I asked.
"I found this bikini site on the web and I could just picture you in one of them." he replied.
"I can't go out in that, it's probably illegal" I protested.
He reminded me why we were here. I slunk back into the bedroom to put try on the piece of fabric. Just about all I could see in the mirror was bare flesh. The top barely covered my nipples and the bottom didn't even pretend to cover my pubic mound. I was grateful that I did actually go to the pool on a regular basis and was reasonably trim. I was also pleased that I had finally given in to the girl at the beauty salon and gone for the 'total' wax. It was also a definite advantage not to have the biggest bust in the world. Even my modest helping seemed to over-power this fragile piece of cloth. Although I had agreed with Gary as soon as he brought up the reason why we were here, I couldn't help but wonder if we were doing the right thing.
At first I felt so self-conscious walking down to the beach. All eyes seemed to be on me (well, on certain bits of me), but after an hour or so on the beach I actually started to enjoy the attention. It was flattering, even a bit of a turn-on. Particularly once I discovered that the suit actually went totally transparent when wet. I hadn't realised it, but I think I must actually be a closet exhibitionist. We went back to our holiday home for lunch and I should really have guessed that it was me on the menu. I didn't even have time to take the bikini off before Gary had pounced on me, but the thing was so small that it made no difference anyway. It was after four by the time we were actually ready for food.
The first couple of days followed a similar pattern. Sunbathing, sex and food. We had re-discovered each other and to an extent were discovering things about each other that we hadn't found out in five years of living together. I don't know if it was the shock of that evening with Simon and Erica or the ambience here, but we were relaxed with each other. Completely. I had done things here that I wouldn't have dreamed of doing back home, but it just felt right.
We had both showered after our latest bout of afternoon love-making and were sitting on the terrace drinking tea when Gary suggested that we go for a stroll into town. We hadn't really bothered with much shopping since we got here and it seemed like the right time to go and explore our surroundings a little more.
We strolled past souvenier shops, restaurants and up-market jewellers. There wasn't too much to make us break our stride, slow though it was, although we did pause outside the various estate agencies just to see how much property cost locally. I think that we could both see ourselves living in a place like this at some point in the future. There were a couple of smaller shops set back in a little alley next to one of the estate agents and I saw Gary disappear down this while I looked at a house that had caught my eye. Then he was back at my side.
"There's a hair place down here Janey, I'm going to get tidied up, if that's okay with you."
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"There's a few more shops further along there, I won't be long" he said. I shrugged an 'Ok' and he disappeared down the alley again.
I walked past the opening to have a look to see what was down there, but it was just two units set back off the street and one of those was empty. I walked on by, but found little to interest me up ahead. I decided to go and wait in the salon for Gary, at least I could have a sit-down for a minute.
I walked in and immediately caught his eye in the mirror.
"That was quick" he said.
"There wasn't anything much up there" I said. "And anyway, I thought that it would be a new experience for me to watch you get your hair cut."
"The middle aged woman cutting his hair was attractive in a 'could do with losing a bit of weight' kind of way. Not fat, but she carried a bit more than she was probably happy with. She was skillfully cutting his hair, the scissors beating a rapid rythm as she worked. Rather than sitting down I went and stood by him, putting my hand on his gown-covered forearm.
"You should try something different while we're here" I said. I don't know where the idea came from, I suppose that I was entering into the spirit of our break.
"Such as.....?" he asked.
"I don't know. Something you wouldn't do at home."
"Like a perm?" he said.
"Do that and I'm on the next plane home" I said.
The stylist stopped work.
"I'm sorry" I said with a nervous smile "I'll let you get on". I turned towards the row of chairs. I sat patiently while the stylist finished with him and we left.
It wasn't until over dinner that night when Gary caught me looking at him that I ventured a suggestion.
"You know, you should get your hair cut shorter while we're here. See if it suits you. It will be cooler for you."
I could see the beginnings of an objection well up within him, but then he remembered why we were here.
"Why not" he said eventually.
The following morning we were back to the same salon, although this time there was somebody already in the chair. Thankfully the stylist was in the final stages, so we didn't have too long to wait.
"Back again, I see. Not happy?" she asked.
"No, it's not that. I just thought that I would have it a bit shorter while I was on holiday."
She waved the cape at Gary and captured him in its folds as he walked towards her. He sat down obediently.
"So, what's it to be?" she asked.
"I hadn't actually thought." he said. He looked round at me. I shrugged.
"How about a holiday special?" she asked, "that should be short enough for you".
"And what's a holiday special?" he asked.
"All off" she said.
"No, thanks, I don't think so" he said.
"Well......" she started.
"Gary, why not?" I interrupted.
They both looked at me.
"We are on holiday......." I said.
The stylist looked at Gary inquisitively. He raised his hands under the cape in a gesture of resignation. The stylist leaned across and picked up a pair of clippers hanging from a hook attached to one of the shelves. she inspected them carefully, took a plastic thing off and blew into the blades. A little flurry of stubble flew out. She turned them on, at the same time putting the plastic attachment onto the shelf. She paused and then the clippers were at Gary's forehead. She paused again while making eye contact with me and then she moved them backwards. Still looking directly at me, she smiled.
I was amazed at how quickly she denuded Gary's head. I also hoped that his scalp would tan quickly to match the rest of his neck and face. In less than five minutes the stylist was rubbing her hand lightly over Gary's scalp looking for any strays. With a couple more passes, she was satisfied. I couldn't see Gary's whole face in the mirror, but what I could see looked so different. I had got a new man. My eyes opened wider as she squirted shaving foam onto his head and then started to shave him completely. I hadn't expected this, and I'm sure that Gary hadn't either, but to be fair to him, he sat there and took it like a man. A very bald man. After a few minutes, she wiped away a few surplus bits of shaving foam with a towel and then he was ready to be presented to the world. I stood up at the same time as him and kissed him.
"You look gorgeous, whoever you are" I said to him.
"I'd better be" he said, motioning to slap me on the behind.
The stylist hadn't moved from the side of the chair, she was still holding the cape that she had just taken off Gary.
"And madam.......?"
I reached instinctively to touch my hair. Not so long ago it had been past my shoulders, but then I had decided that it was taking too much time to look after and had had it cut to bob length. To be honest, it hadn't saved me that much time. I had thought of going shorter next time I went to the salon, but I hadn't got to the point of giving it serious consideration. I looked at Gary for guidance. He did actually look rather appealing without hair.
"What the hell........" I said "I was going to get it cut when I got home anyway." I put out my arms.
"And how short would madam like it cut?" the stylist asked. I hesitated.
"I don't know, just off my collar?"
"It would be cooler if Madam let me take the hair off her neck" she said.
"She has a point" Gary said.
"And who asked you?" I snapped at him playfully.
"You could have the same as me" he said.
It was my turn to look at him.
"And you'd like that......?" I asked.
"It would be something that you wouldn't do at home" he said, obviously trying to remind me why we were here.
"You'd like a bald wife? You're sure?"
He said nothing. He looked embarrassed. I lowered my gaze and could see why. I really hoped that the stylist didn't notice, but there was no hiding it.
"You'd better have a seat then.........." I said, trying to give him an excuse to move. He took it gratefully.
I looked back at the stylist. "It'll grow again." I said, trying to find some degree of comfort for myself.
"We don't have to go all the way........" she said.
"I know...........but I'm on holiday" I replied.
She didn't need to be told twice. The sound of the clippers got louder as they approached. They paused momentarily on my forehead and then she moved them, slowly and deliberately. What had been a parting was now skin. I breathed in. She paused and looked down at me.
"Too late now" she smiled.
She worked on me in the same confident manner that she had on Gary. Once the initial cut had been made I managed to relax, knowing that I had to carry on to the end. I could only imagine the trouble that Gary was having sitting over there to the side. The sensation was having an effect on me, but at least there was no danger of me ripping cloth. The clippers progressed, my carefully nurtured hair fell. I moved my hands under the cape so that I could gather the hair in one mound. I couldn't believe that I had had so much, or that I now had so little. I was willing her to get it over with so that we could get home.
I had intended to stop with the clipper shave, but I was curious to see what it would feel like completely smooth. To the casual observer there would be little noticeable difference, but to anyone lucky enough to stroke it, I was sure that the difference would be significant. The stylist seemed to take an age with the razor strokes as she rendered me smooth, almost as if it was a source of pleasure for her too. Then it was my turn to feel the towel on my bare scalp. Soft, sensual.
"There.....all done" the stylist said. "I bet you never thought that you'd do that when you came away!!"
I had to agree. I still couldn't believe what I had just done, what both of us had just done.
We paid, trying not to let our eagerness show. I agreed that I would be back for a maintenance shave in a few days, anything to avoid prolonged conversation. I had no real intention of keeping a shaved head at that time, but now that Gary has shown me how much he appreciates my new look, I will certainly be smooth all the time we're away. It is even something that I might continue once I get home. I'll have to talk to Gary.
I have had time now to get used to the look and also to consider the next step. Surely we will both get bored with being bald, it will cease to be the turn-on that it is now, but the question is, where do we go next? I am due back at the town salon in half an hour for my first re-shave and an extra little beauty treatment. That gives me thirty minutes to decide whether I stop at getting my eyebrows re-shaped or whether they go altogether. And there's still two weeks until we have to go home. Who knows what we'll get up to?
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