It is just typical that I get invited to someone's holiday pad in the sun and no sooner than I get settled do they go down with a tummy bug, putting an end to a whole raft of activities that we had planned. Fortunately, I have always had a strong constitution and managed to resist whatever it was. Both Bob and Amanda were grateful that I was there and able to run their errands for them, look after them and generally make myself useful while they were laid low. In between taking them drinks and soup, I lay by the pool, reading and topping up my tan.
Once they were back on their feet, they surprised me one afternoon by saying that they had organised a little treat as a thank you. They had booked me a series of sessions at the spa on the complex and wanted me to go and spoil myself at their expense. I asked whether Amanda was going to join me and she said that she would rather not until she felt 100% as the thought of being massaged while still feeling a little fragile just did not appeal to her. She assured me that once she had fully recovered we could go down there together.
I had got into the habit of going to a health club at home. Again, it was a gift from someone, a short-term boyfriend who didn't get to hang around long enough to benefit from his generosity. I liked to keep myself reasonably trim, trying to keep the advancing years at bay. I'm in my late thirties and have a figure that I am quite happy with, but I need to work at it to keep it that way. I'm of average height and have dark, tousled hair that fans across my shoulders. My last boyfriend delighted in calling me 'Gypsy' rather than Trina, but that just got irritating after a while and he had to go.
I accepted the gift readily, although when I arrived at the health spa for my first session I was a little surprised to be introduced to a male masseur rather than the female that I had always encountered on any previous treatment sessions back home. There is something not quite right about the intimacy of being massaged by a stranger of the opposite sex.
He was pleasant enough and although I weighed up the option of saying that it wasn't for me, I decided to go through with it. Anyway, what was the worst that could happen?
He left me in the room to get ready for him. He told me that I should strip to my panties and then put on the gown that was in there. It was the fluffiest, softest gown that I had ever worn and I was disappointed when he came into the room and disturbed me in my cocoon. Still wearing the gown, I got onto the treatment table. He laughed and asked how I thought that he was going to be able to massage me through it. I was embarrassed at how stupid I must have looked and eased it off my shoulders. He helped me off with it and threw it onto a nearby chair. He placed a towel over my bottom half and made a big show of adjusting it so that it was to his liking.
My massage began and I must admit that he had wonderful, strong hands. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as much as I could. It was superb, lying there, the pressure of his hands moving up and down my torso, dwelling on certain spots a little longer than others. In just those few short minutes, I rated him as the giver of the best massage that I had ever had. He had converted me and I decided that any future massages I had would always be with a male rather than a female. There was no substitue for innate strength.
His hands moved up my spine together and then separated as they neared my shoulders. I felt him flick my hair out of his way with what felt like some disdain. I think that he regarded himself as an artist and this intrusion into his workspace was intolerable. His hands moved down again to my lower back and as he reversed direction he widened his path once more so that it was inevitable that his fingers would brush the swell of my breasts. I tensed slightly, which was immediately obvious to him.
'You're meant to be relaxing' he said. I said nothing, putting it down to an accident. A couple of strokes later, there they were again, fingers where they shouldn't have been. Before I could raise any objections, he patted me on the shoulder and asked me to turn over. I had sunbathed topless while I had been over here, and was quite comfortabe with that. There is something completely harmless about being on a beach surrounded by other people who are also wearing next to nothing. There is a completely different vibe about being in a smallish room with a man you barely know when asked to do it. I felt his hand on my shoulder again and realised that I had no choice. I had come in for a massage after all and what did I expect. A female masseuse for a start, I thought!
I turned over, endeavouring to keep the towel over my lower half as I did.
'I think we can get rid of this, don't you?' he said, pulling the towel off me. There I was, prone, hands by my sides, in just my panties with a stranger towering over me.
He started by massaging my legs, strong fingers working my muscles. He worked upwards, his touch becoming lighter as he went. He brushed my stomach and moved upwards towards my upper arms. He worked like this for several minutes, before he moved his hands down to cup the swell of my breasts on his way back down to my stomach. His touch was electric and I could sense myself harden to his touch. And then it was over and he was urging me to get up and get dressed.
'I'll see you the same time tomorrow?' he said and smiled his goodbye before leaving me alone in the room.
When I got back to the villa I was fairly non-committal about how it had been, trying to balance that with sounding grateful for their gift. I lay by the pool thinking about what had happened during the session, sometimes convincing myself that it had been accidental and other times deciding that the guy was just exploiting his position.
I had wondered whether I should go back for the second session, but that doubt was answered when the following day I pushed open the door to the spa with more confidence than I had exhibited the previous day.
I was shown to the same room and started to go through the same routine as yesterday, getting undressed and gowned in preparation. I greeted my masseur when he came into the room and shrugged off my gown with a bit more aplomb than my fumbled effort yesterday. Just as I was about to get onto the table he spoke.
'I thought you might enjoy the session more without those today' he said, nodding down at my panties.
'I, er, I would rather keep them on' I said.
'I let you off yesterday, since it was your first session, but it's one of my rules' he said, looking me straight in the eye. Daring me.
I looked at him and then looked at the floor before looking him in the eye once more. I slid my thumbs down my waistband and eased my panties off, ignoring the alarm bells ringing in my head.
'I have another rule' he said, looking at the luxurious growth at my groin. 'I'll get Sonia to pop in. On the house of course' he said, turning to the door.
'Excuse me?' I said.
'Trust me, you'll love it' he said.
'And what if I don't want whatever it is that you want Sonia to do?'
'You're on holiday, why not try something different' he said with a smile that could easily have been misinterpreted for a leer. He left the room and I wrapped myself in my gown once more. In a couple of minutes a woman in her mid-twenties came in, wheeling a trolley. She had a compact figure, sleek black bobbed hair and was wearing a pristine white uniform with a pink trim. Her name was embroidered by the lapel.
'Hi, she said, I'm Sonia. I see that Steve is at his persuasive best.'
'So, this is something that he does a lot?'
'With his regulars anyway. He thinks that he's opening his clients up to a whole new world.'
'And is he?'
'Put it this way, I wouldn't go back' she replied.
That was reassuring, but I still wondered about the wisdom of doing it just then, with a session with 'wandering hands' dependent upon the outcome of this process. Against my better judgement I eased up on to the treatment table and allowed my gown to part.
Sonia busied herself with all of her gadgets and potions and was soon spreading foul smelling gunk over my dark bush.
'You're going to leave me with a dinky strip, I hope' I said. She shook her head and applied the first strip to remove the gunk and my dear old pubes. By way of confirmation, the first strip was right down the middle, leaving me with a strange looking 'Red Sea' type look. I couldn't bear to watch anymore and resigned myself to whatever it was that she was doing. As I lay there prone, I resolved that the best thing to do would be to let her finish and then just leave. I winced as she pulled a section that was obviously better rooted than some of the rest and she apologised.
'There' she said after a few minutes of discomfort, 'All done.'
I raised my head to look at what she had done and was mildly shocked at the change in the landscape. Instead of the familiar 'forested slope' there was now more of a ski slope, smooth and dramatic.
'What do you think?' she asked.
'I'm not sure. I feel a bit exposed' I replied.
'You'll love it once you get used to it' she replied jauntily and started to gather her equipment.
'Enjoy' she said as she left the room. I thanked her as she disappeared through the door.
I was alone again and got off the table to get dressed. Steve breezed in just at that moment and I turned away from him modestly.
'Ok then' he said, ignoring my proximity to my clothes. He patted the table and motioned for me to climb back up.
I didn't know what to say to him, what excuse to make without sounding stupid. I decided to have the massage after all since much of the session had already been taken up with Sonia. Anything for an easy life.
I lay down on my front and rested my head on my forearms as his hands started their work. I was conscious that today there was no towel draped over me. He followed a similar pattern to yesterday and I could have sworn that he made his move for the swell of my breasts after the same number of strokes as before. Just like yesterday, he made a big thing of my hair being in the way; just like yesterday, he urged me to turn over and just like yesterday I did so reluctantly. Today I had nothing at all to hide behind, no towel, no bush.
I could feel his eyes sweep my body, seeing me in a way that no lover ever had. He started to massage me again, first my legs and then further up, the outside of my thighs and then to my lower belly, his fingers trailing slowly over flesh which until so recently had been hidden.
He moved on upwards, circling my breasts slowly, my nipples against his palms. Massage was now foreplay. Except that it didn't develop into anything. He focussed on my shoulders again and within a couple of minutes he was calling the end of the session.
We said our goodbyes again and he said that he would see me again tomorrow. I wasn't so sure that he would.
This time when I went back to the villa I was more forthcoming with Amanda and told her all about Steve and his wandering hands and what had gone on today. I even pulled out the waistband of my bikini bottoms to underline what I was saying. Her response surprised me, not least when she pulled out her waistband to show that we matched.
'For God's sake, Trina, you're young, free and single' she said 'Go with it.'
'I could hug you for that' I said.
'What' she queried.
'Young, free and single' I replied.
'You're as young as you feel' she replied.
I nodded, grateful for the relief that this cliche made me feel.
We topped up our wine glasses and spent a lovely afternoon by the pool.
The following morning it was 'Groundhog Day' again, preparing myself mentally and physically for my visit to Steve. I smiled at that thought. It wasn't even a visit to the spa now, it was a visit to Steve.
I arrived at the spa and adopted my now familiar routine. Steve began massaging me and was quieter than he had been for the previous two sessions. He was a little more intense than I had seen him before. Even the massage felt different. He was spending more time on my shoulders, flicking my hair this way and that, almost irritably.
I turned over and prepared for him to start massaging my legs again, but in a departure from the previous two sessions he stayed closer to my upper body. He reached down and ran a length of my hair through his fingers.
'We'll cut this off tomorrow' he said, letting the tresses fall to the table. I didn't know what to say. He started massaging again, back on familiar territory at my calves. I gave myself to the sensations that he was generating, allowing myself to drift. His hands moved rhythmically, now gliding lightly, now firmer.
Today there was no glancing touch of my groin. Today it was a deliberate stroke over the extent of my mound. There was no movement of his palm over my breasts today. Today he paused to roll my left nipple between his finger and thumb and then carried on as if nothing had happened. I didn't know what to do. Then he was finished again.
We started our ritualistic 'see you tomorrow' part of the session, but before he made it to the door I asked him the question that had been praying on my mind during the second part of the massage.
'What did you mean about my hair?' I asked as I started to get dressed.
'I'm going to free you from it tomorrow' he answered cryptically.
'What do you mean?'
'Sonia's going to cut it off for you' he replied.
'But I don't want to cut my hair' I said.
'I think you will' he said and with that he turned and left the room.
I finished dressing and went back to the villa. Amanda noticed that I was quiet and plied me with wine again to get me to tell her about my exploits for the day. I am sure that she was relying on me to inject a bit of interest into her stay. I doubt that she and Bob had that much to talk about these days, so no doubt my adventures were adding considerably to her enjoyment of the holiday. I told her what he had said.
'Don't you think that is really weird? I mean, I can understand him taking an interest in what's down there' I said, pointing to my bikini bottoms 'but my hair? That is just odd.'
Amanda shrugged her shoulders.
'Whatever turns you on' she said.
'Who said that it did?' I said defensively before realising that she was talking about Steve rather than me.
'Look, Trina' she said 'what's stopping you? You're single, you're miles from home, just..' she said with a smile.
'What?' I asked.
'I was going to say "just let your hair down"' she replied.
I laughed, enjoying the sensation after getting myself a little too worked up.
We were quiet for a while.
'Why don't you just let him have his wicked way with you and be done with it?' she said.
'Why don't you come with me?' I said.
'You know I'd love to, but..'
'Bob?'
'You know what he's like.'
'But I thought you were free and easy' I replied, perhaps letting on that I knew more than I should.
'He's fine as long as he can be there' she replied.
I nodded.
I excused myself and went for a shower, taking the time to explore the new sensations that Sonia had opened me up to. I had dinner with Amanda and Bob and then had an early night.
I didn't sleep well and was up early. To kill some time before my appointment with Steve I walked to the spa, enjoying the early morning sunshine.
As usual I was shown to the treatment room and got undressed while I waited for Steve to appear. I was intrigued by what he had said and interested to know what he proposed. I put on my gown and sat on the edge of the treatment table to wait for him.
I heard sounds in the corridor and then the door opened with a clatter as Sonia came in with her equipment trolley.
'Hello again' she said.
'Hi Sonia, Steve's not here yet' I said.
'He'll be along in a while' she said. 'I'll do your hair first' she said.
'I don't want my hair done' I said.
'Didn't he tell you?' she asked, knowing what the answer was, otherwise I wouldn't have looked so bewildered. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair.
There was a pause while she tried to think of the best way to phrase what she had to say.
'He didn't tell you?' she asked again.
I shook my head again.
'Steve has a theory about sensuality and how to get the most out of a massage. It's sort of an "Eastern-type-mystical-Steve-type-thing"' she said with a smile.
'And that would be?'
'In order to get the best out of the experience, any barriers to the sensation should be removed.'
'And he wants me to cut my hair so that I can enjoy my massage more?'
'Actually, he wants you to have your head shaved' she said.
I was stunned.
'Shave my head? Is he mad?' I exclaimed.
Sonia reached up and touched her hair gently. Then she took it off. It was a wig and underneath she was quite bald.'
I didn't know what to say.
'You should try it while you're here' she said as I got off the table. I turned my back on her and started to get dressed. I felt her hand on my shoulder.
'Please stay' she said quietly. 'You knew that you were going to have your hair cut when you came here. He wanted you to have time to think about it, to anticipate what he was going to do.'
'I know, but a haircut is one thing, this is something else completely.'
I had got my dress on and had turned to face her.
'You'll always wonder' she said.
I started to do up the buttons, not knowing what to say.
'Didn't it turn you on knowing that you were just going to let him do whatever he wanted?' she asked, realising that when I had done up the few buttons on my dress, that I would be ready to go. I still didn't answer.
'Come and sit down' she said simply.
I looked at the chair that she had pulled out from behind a curtain and then looked at her.
'I don't want to' I said.
'Slip your dress off again, you'll enjoy it more' she said, reaching out to the top button on my dress. I let her undo the button. She moved to the next one and the next and and eased it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor and once more I was standing in just my panties. She touched my arm gently and the lightest pressure eased me towards the chair.
I sat down and watched as she plugged in a set of electric clippers. She turned them on and then off again, just testing them. I looked at her, silent, trembling slightly. Nerves or anticipation, I wasn't sure. She undid the zipper on her work dress and let it slip to the floor. She was naked underneath.
'I thought that this might help you' she said, naked, completely hairless.
She turned the clippers on and moved towards me. My stomach felt like it had done a somersault. I thought about what Amanda and Bob would say when I got back. I thought about what my family and friends would say when I got home from my holiday. I felt the clippers at my forehead and my thinking stopped. They moved. They moved again and again and long, curly tresses of my pride and joy fell to my lap. I started to cry.
The clippers stopped. Sonia bent slightly to look at me. She gently wiped away my tears and stroked my cheek. She turned the clippers on again, too far advanced to do anything but finish what she had started. Again and again she swept the clippers over my scalp, meeting less and less resistance each time she drew the clippers across. Then the noise stopped.
I had still not said a word as I started to mourn for the curls that lay on me and around me. Sonia fiddled in her trolley and was then back at work, smearing shaving foam over my scalp. The final insult. She shaved me and then she shaved me again. I felt numb.
She wiped my head slowly with a small towel and then put it to one side. She put her shaving things into her cart and returned with another bottle. She held it above my head and then I felt the sensation of something being dribbled onto my head. A droplet fell to my lap. Oil of some kind. She was standing behind me and started to move her fingers in the lightest circular movement across my scalp. Her fingers moved down my neck and I closed my eyes. I started to feel something now. I straightened my back as she worked her fingers around my collar bones. Her oily hands moved to my neck and then my shoulder blades and then her head was alongside mine, her hands reaching round from behind to cup my breasts. She squeezed and kneaded, I sighed, thoughts of my hair banished temporarily. I felt her kiss my neck, brush the side of my face with hers and then I turned my head to meet her lips. We kissed uncomfortably, so I stood up, turning round to face her.
Our lips still exploring, she moved slowly towards the treatment table, easing me along with her. She broke our embrace to urge me to get on the table, lying on my front. More oil was poured on me, starting on the back of my head and moving down my spine slowly until I could feel it running between my buttocks. The sensation was something that I had never experienced before, it was pure pleasure as Sonia's fingers moved across my back, up my neck and across my scalp, any resistance to their passage removed by the oil. She swept downwards, pressure increasing as she reached my buttocks. Her fingers darted between my thighs, moving back upwards to brush my most secret place.
Her hands were on my scalp, stroking, sliding, following the contours of my head. At the same time, they were kneading my buttocks, fingers probing intermittently. I was immersed in the sensations, only slowly realising that she couldn't be caressing my scalp and be doing whatever she was doing between my legs at the same time. I tried to lift my head to see who the extra hands belonged to. The hands on my scalp firmed their grip slightly, not allowing me to turn. I had to conclude that Steve had slipped back into the room and that it was his hands that I could feel on my scalp.
I didn't know where to focus, sensations were assaulting me from all directions. Sonia was pulling at my ankles, easing my legs off the table so that my torso stayed on it. The table was slick with oil and I slid easily as she pulled. I was bent over the table, urgent fingers exploring between my legs, opening me. The situation became more bizarre as I felt the weight of another body pressing against mine, pinning me to the table. Male fingers replaced Sonia's. The newcomer slid inside me urgently, hands returning to my scalp. Sonia poured more oil onto my head, rivulets running down my face.
Sonia joined me on the table, sitting, taking her weight on her hands which were placed behind her. She was presenting her sex to me, pink and moist. I lapped at her, nibbled her lips as if it was something I did every day. In truth, I had never done it before, but at that moment, nothing seemed more natural. She stroked my head and my cheeks as I probed with my tongue. The pace of the thrusting increased, pressing my midriff harder against the edge of the table. It was wanton, unashamed, I was an object, a plaything and I was enjoying it more than anything that I could remember.
Hands left my head and went to my hips. I closed my eyes, concentrating hard, trying to balance the pounding from behind with the more delicate task ahead of me. I threw my head back as I felt the final thrust, but Sonia retained her grip on my scalp, pulling me back into her. The hands on my hips released their grip and I felt a light kiss on the back of my head. My field of vision entirely restricted to parts of Sonia that I had no right to be seeing, I didn't see the 'mystery man' leave the room. I heard the door close and then once again it was Sonia and I alone in the room.
The pace of activity became more gentle, no longer masculine, and pleasurable in a different way. Sonia and I explored each other. I took the oil bottle from her and poured most of what was left over her head, saving the final drops for my own. We enjoyed each other for another thirty or forty minutes before adjourning to the shower. We soaped each other and washed each other, before stepping out and towelling ourselves off.
We got dressed in silence. I didn't know what to say to her. I was a little embarrassed at some of the things I had done that morning. I felt shameless, allowing myself to be used as a sex toy by someone whose face I hadn't even seen. It hadn't been love-making, it had been bestial coupling. I had enjoyed it and that was what I was finding hard to reconcile.
It was only as I was doing up the final button on my dress That I started to think about what my shaved head meant. In here it had been a sexual thing, something that was part of an overall experience. Within a few moments it would be a practical thing. How would I explain it?
Sonia took on Steve's mantle of the goodbye ritual, saying that she hoped she would see me again tomorrow. At that moment I really wasn't sure whether she would.
I left the spa and went into the boutique a few doors down. I bought a headscarf and accepted the help of the assistant to cover my head with it. There wasn't only the embarrassment of my shaven head to consider, there was the practicality of sunburn.
I walked back to the villa and let myself in. I knew that Bob was playing golf all day, so at least I only had to face Amanda. I walked through the villa and could see her through the French doors, reclined on a sun-lounger. She was facing away from me.
'Well?' she asked as she heard me footsteps approach. 'What did he do? Let's have a look at you?' she fired at me. I walked slowly around to where she could see me.
She saw the scarf and eased herself up onto one elbow to get a better view. She shielded her eyes from the sun with one hand.
'Let's have a look then' she urged.
I reached up slowly and hesitated before I took off the scarf. She was silent for a moment.
'Fuck' she exclaimed.
'You can say that again' I said.
'Fuck' she said slowly, drawing it out as much as anyone would have thought possible.
'Come here' she said softly, holding out her arms to hug me.
She released her grip on me and got up to get me a drink. She pulled up another chair and urged me to tell her all about it.
I gave her the very brief, clean version of the haircut at first, just saying that Sonia had taken the line that I had gone there in the full knowledge that Steve had told me that he was going to cut my hair off.
Amanda agreed that I could have no complaints on that score.
It took until my third glass of wine to go into the full detail of that morning.
'You filthy cow!' she said when I had finished.
'What would you have done?' I asked, filling up our glasses again.
'I don't know' she replied finally.
I slipped my dress off and lay back on the lounger, topless like Amanda. She reached over and stroked my head.
'It suits you, you know.'
'You're just saying that to make me feel better' I said.
'I'm not, honest' she replied.
'Do you think I should go back tomorrow?' I asked her.
'Depends' she said.
'On?'
'How horny you feel, I suppose, because by the sounds of it, you're not going to get away with an ordinary massage, are you?' she said.
'You can't call any of the visits to that guy "ordinary". He was just building up to today.'
'Well, what have you got to lose? Just treat it as a bit of fun and see what twist he can add in tomorrow.'
'I could always add in a twist of my own' I said.
'What do you mean?' she asked.
'I could take you along with me' I said.
She looked at me intently.
'As a chaperone?' she said eventually.
'Possibly' I replied 'you'd be going in the full knowledge of what sort of thing goes on there.'
'So you've developed a taste for something more exotic then, is that it?'
'I think that it has broadened my horizons' I replied.
'Not before time' she said.
'And what does that mean?' I asked.
'I can't believe that you've made it this far without a little experimentation with the fairer sex' she said.
'And you have?' I queried.
'That's one of Bob's favourites' she said with a smile.
'And you like it?'
'It's an acquired taste, but as you found out, it's not unpleasant' she replied. She licked her lips, teasing me.
I reached over and tweaked her nipple in retaliation.
'Easy tiger, don't start anything you can't finish' she warned with a smile.
'Come with me' I begged.
'I couldn't, not without Bob' she replied.
'Would he like it?'
'Any opportunity for another notch on his bedpost is always welcome for him' she replied.
'So you're regulars then? Swingers?'
'We're very discrete. An image to maintain' she replied.
'You've kept it hidden from me all these years' I replied.
'Circumstances' she replied cryptically.
'We don't have to go, if you don't want' I said eventually. 'We could always go in for a spot of "diy".'
Now she really did look at me askance.
'What are we saying here?'
'I don't want to be the only one with a shaved head.'
'And you want me to..?'
'It might give Bob something fresh' I replied.
'And you think I should ask him?'
'You could try' I said.
'I think that's the wine talking' she said, lying back down and closing her eyes.
Conversation at the dinner table that evening was a little strained. Bob hadn't known what to say when he first saw me. 'That's what you call a haircut' he quipped, but without much of a response. He could clearly sense that something wasn't quite right, but didn't know what. I made my excuses as soon as was respectable and went to my room. I lay on the bed playing through the porn movie in my head over and over again. I fell asleep and didn't wake again until the morning.
I don't know when I made the decision, but I didn't go to the spa that morning. I had a leisurely breakfast and then took my book out to the poolside. I had thought that Amanda and Bob were still in bed, but an hour or so later, Amanda came bustling in having been shopping. She called out a greeting to me and said that she would be out in a moment.
'Morning, sleepyhead' she said. 'Recovered from yesterday's exertions?'
'Yes, thank you' I replied, looking up from my book 'and how are you?'
'Fabulous' she replied.
'How's Bob?'
'Golfing, early start' she said. 'So you didn't go then' she added.
'No, I decided not to' I replied without further explanation.
I looked up from my book to see her step out of her dress and lay it on the chair the other side of the lounger.
'You know that you've got no panties on, don't you?' I said with a smile.
'Am I under-dressed or is it you that's over-dressed?' she said, looking at my topless form as she sat down on the lounger. She lifted her legs up and lay down.
'I take it that you spoke to Bob' I said.
'Mmm' she murmured.
'And?'
'He wasn't opposed to the idea?'
'The idea of what?'
'Screwing you' she said, turning to me with her trademark wicked smile.
'Come on, don't make me drag it out of you bit by bit' I said.
'Cup of tea?' she asked, getting off her lounger.
'Cow!' I said.
'I'll take that as a "yes"' she said and walked back into the villa.
It was several minutes before she returned, still naked, carrying a tray. There were two cups on the tray as expected, but there was also a box which was not expected. It had a ribbon on it and I assumed that she had brought back some fancy biscuits from her shopping trip. She passed me a cup which I put on the table next to me to allow it to cool. She set her own cup on the table next to her lounger and sat down. As she lay back, she handed me the box.
'I brought you something' she said, passing me the box.
I took it, expecting it to be lighter than it actually was. It was certainly too heavy to be fancy biscuits.
'Thank you' I said, turning it over in my hand.
'Open it then' she urged.
'I untied the bow and opened the lid. The contents surprised me.'
'Clippers' I said. 'So you think I'm keeping this haircut?'
'To do with as you please' she replied.
'Thank you' I said, placing the box on the floor. I picked up my tea cup and took a sip, sitting up as I drank.
Amanda started to drink her tea, sitting up. She looked at me across the divide and flicked her head towards my bikini bottoms.
'You may as well enjoy yourself now you've told me what you're really like' she said with a smirk. I drained my cup and stood up. I was aware that she was still looking at me and despite what happened yesterday, I was still not totally comfortable with her gaze. I eased my panties down and stepped out of them, running my fingers over my mound.
'Like it?' I asked, trying to cover my unease.
'Snap' she said, pointing to her own denuded mound.
She lay back and we were silent for a while. I closed my eyes, finding that my book held little interest for me at that moment. After a while I heard Amanda get up and collect the empty cups to take them inside. I pondered for a moment or two and then picked up my present to follow her into the villa. As I got inside I could hear her as she shut a door in the bedroom. I went into the kitchen and placed the box down on the worktop. I took out the clippers and unravelled the cord. I plugged them in and as I heard Amanda I called out to her.
'Mandy, can you pop in here on your way past?' I said.
In moments she appeared by my side.
'Like them?' she asked as she saw what was in my hand. She jumped slightly as I turned them on.
'They're quieter than the ones Sonia used' I remarked.
'Does that mean they're better?' she asked.
'I'm not sure' I said. I motioned to her to sit down on the stool at the breakfast bar.
'Wait' she said 'What about Bob?'
'Let's surprise him' I said.
'Don't you think he'd want to see this?' she asked.
'I don't know, would he? I don't know what you said to him last night, how much of a deal you made of the hair thing' I said.
'To be honest, I'm not sure that he heard much after I said that you wanted to fuck him' she said.
'You said what?' I exclaimed.
'Don't you?' she asked.
Any thoughts that I had about waiting disappeared at that moment. In an instant I had placed the clippers at Amanda's forehead and drawn them backwards, ploughing a furrow across her scalp. Blonde hair tumbled, suddenly lifeless.
'That's not what I said' I exclaimed to her, turning the clippers off.
'You're wonderful when you're angry, do you know that?' she said, her smile in contrast to the scowl on my face.
'I've done it now' I said, my mood lightening as I looked at what I had done. Amanda had taken to wearing her hair reasonably short since she and Bob had started to spend so much time at the villa, but the contrast was still dramatic.
'Well, if you don't want to fuck him, it must be me then' she said. I flicked the clippers back into life and widened the furrow across her scalp. This time I didn't stop. More and more hair fell, more and more scalp was revealed. She was sitting there quite content with what I was doing, obviously pleased with herself that she could rile me so easily.
The last defiant clump of her hair fell away and I made a few quick passes to make sure that I had got everything.
'Did you get a decent razor?' I asked.
'Over there, in the bag' she said. True enough, in the bag was an expensive looking razor and some shaving gel. I sniffed the gel as I opened the container. Very pleasant, I thought.
I squeezed a generous blob onto her scalp and smoothed it over her skin, until she had what looked like a blue swimming hat on. I started shaving behind her ear and progressed to more visible areas as my confidence grew. The gel eased the razor's path and soon Amanda's head was silky smooth. I turned from her to put the razor down and felt her arms encircle me from behind.
'That was amazing, thank you' she said. She nuzzled my neck, her hands circling my belly, moving upwards to the curve of my breast. I tilted my head back, enjoying her touch. I turned to face her and kissed her tentatively.
'This is so weird, after all these years' I said to her quietly.
'So wicked and so delicious' she said in her best actressy voice. She took my hand.
'Come on, I've got something else for you' she said.
We went down the corridor and into the bedroom. She made me sit on the chair at her dresser while she examined her new look in the mirror. She moved behind me and then I heard a rustling sound. Then I saw a flash of black and everything went dark. I felt her breath on my ear as she checked to see that the blindfold was doing its job properly.
'It's a bit late for that, I know what you look like I said, laughing.
'I thought it might add a little something' she said. She took my hand and stood me up, leading me across to where I knew the bed was. She helped me to lie down and then I felt her hands exploring me, felt the lightest brushing of her lips on my nipples, my belly. Her tongue flicked across my mound, teasing me, opening me. I lay there, with both hands touching her smooth head wondering if this was going to be the end of so many years friendship or whether it was just the start of something different.
I gasped as her tongue found the spot she was looking for, opening my legs further to make it easier for her.
'You've done that before' I said.
'Practice makes perfect' she said, raising her head from her task for a moment.
Her head remained firmly buried between my thighs. I felt hot breath on my neck. Lips nibbled my ear and then kissed my scalp. Amanda's tongue explored my folds. We weren't alone.
'I hope that's you Bob' I said.
No answer. I felt male fingers stroking me, hands cupping me, part-lifting me up, urging me to turn over. I lost track of who was where, immersed in the same sensations that I had experienced at the Spa with Steve and Sonia. Hating myself for my wantonness, but eager for more. I couldn't believe the things I was saying, the things I was doing with people who had been my friends for so long.
We continued until we could do no more, exhausted in the heat. I lay back on the bed, breathless, still blindfolded, other senses acute. Someone had got up and moved away from the bed. Left the room. I didn't know who had gone and who was left. I reached out, feeling around me. I touched flesh. Soft flesh. Amanda.
'Can I take this thing off? I asked.
I felt her fingers at the soft edges of the fabric as she eased it off me. I blinked in the light, eyes tying to focus. I looked around the room.
'Where's Bob?' I asked.
'Golf' she replied.
I stared at her. 'Golf?'
I looked towards the door, foolishly thinking that would help.
'You're telling me that wasn't Bob?' I said.
She shook her head.
'Who was it then?'
She smiled and touched her finger to her lips.
'You mean I've just been screwed by someone I didn't even know!' I exclaimed.
'Just think what you can say when people ask you what you did on your holidays' she said laughing.
'That's not funny' I said.
'Maybe not funny, but it is a real turn-on, don't you think?'
'Tell me' I begged.
'That would spoil it' she said. 'If it helps, you didn't do anything that I didn't do, so it wasn't Quasimodo.'
'I thought you said that you only screw around when Bob is there'
'I lied' she said with a smile 'A girl has to have some secrets, don't you think.'
She got up off the bed.
'I'd better tidy myself up before Bob gets home' she said.
I sat there thinking over what I had just done, what Amanda had done. She was meant to be my friend, but had put me in a situation that I wasn't comfortable with. Had I led her on? Had I given her the wrong impression? We had been friends for ten years or more and before today I would have trusted her implicitly. The more I thought, the angrier I got. By the time she was out of the shower I had made my mind up; I would leave.
This time there was no changing my mind the way that there had been at the spa. No amount of pleading from Amanda was going to get me to change my mind. I went to my own room and showered. I got dressed and had just about finished packing when Amanda came to find me.
'What are you doing?' she asked, looking round at my suitcase and bags.
'I need some space to think' was the best reply I could think of.
'Where are you going?'
'I don't know, a hotel, I'll find somewhere, I don't want to talk about it at the moment' I said.
'What about Bob?'
'You'll have to make my excuses, tell him it was temporary insanity or something' I said.
She looked at me.
'I'm sorry, it was stupid, Danny, I mean' she said.
'So that's his name!' I exclaimed. She nodded.
'Look, I'll call you' I said, eager to be out of there.
'I'll call you a taxi' she said quietly.
I sat in my room until I heard the taxi arrive. I dragged my cases to the front door and then Amanda came out from the lounge. She reached up and stroked my cheek.
'Ring me' she said. I nodded and let the taxi driver take my case. I didn't look back. As we drove I wondered what Bob would make of the situation. His wife shorn, the next 'notch' on his bedpost departed without so much as a goodbye. The damage was done. If our friendship survived, I doubted that it would ever be the same again.
So, here I am, alone in a hotel room, miles from home. Friendless and hairless. Friendless I don't like, hairless I think I do. Now I just have to work out what I'm going to do with the rest of my time out here.
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