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Ben's Story

I had completely forgotten the effect that a bristle-headed woman had had on my when I was in my late teens. I didn't like her singing much, but I did like the effect that looking at her had on me. Despite that though, I hadn't ever been out with a woman who had really short hair. Short yes, but normal short, not dramatic short.

When Alice told me that that her hairdresser had suggested that she cut her hair much shorter I felt stirrings that I hadn't felt for a long time. We have been married for more years than I can usually remember and it is fair to say that the spark has long since gone out. We can still manage it every now and again for the sake of appearances, but I have been known to enjoy a little more than relaxation on my business trips and that has tended to be my main outlet. I could sense all of that changing as I asked Alice to tell my in detail what the stylist had said.  She told me the background and then related the conversation about what the stylist had suggested. When Alice came to the end of her tale and asked my for my opinion I struggled to keep my enthusiasm in check. I think that it is fair to say that my interest betrayed me and that Alice knew that there was another element to the saga for me.

When she came home from the salon looking much the same as she had before she went, I found it hard to conceal my disappointment. I thought about it for a while and then decided that there was no need to conceal what I felt. Okay, so now she knew that short hair did it for me, but she also knew that short hair on her would do it for me and that was important to me. I knew that she had tried very hard to awaken my interest and she deserved a medal for that. Now we had both stumbled on something that would work. She  was understandably reluctant to get her hair cut really short. After all, she did a fair bit of socialising with the coffee morning set, so they would be curious as to why she did it. I started to bore myself with my frequent references to haircuts and the number of times I pointed to women on tv or in the street who had hair shorter than Alice's. Okay, she might not go really, really short, but I felt that she could at least have a decent crack at it.

When I came home that day and found that she had shaved her head, it was as much as I could do to take my jacket off. It had been a long time since I had lusted after her like that. We were so pre-occupied with each other that we didn't even have dinner that night. It was while we were lying in each other's arms recovering that I realised what I needed to do, for myself as well as for Alice.

I knew where Alice went to get her hair done as I had dropped her off there once. It wouldn't take a genius to find the attached barber shop, so I headed there after work the following day, hoping to sneak in before the shop closed.

As I walked through the door, I saw the woman sitting at the counter, her short bleached hair immediately raising my interest. Alice hadn't mentioned that to me and I really wished that she had.

'Hello, I know you're about to close, but is there any chance of a quick cut?' I asked

'It's no problem, honest. My Prince Charming hasn't told me where to meet him yet!'

I settled down in the chair and really wished that I had worn looser fitting trousers. I was grateful however that she hadn't asked my name as she made sure I was comfortable.

'What are we doing today?' she asked as she ran a comb through my hair. It was a respectable business-man's cut, neither long nor short, and cost me a good amount of money at my regular place to keep it looking just right. Appearances now, though, weren't top of my agenda.

'Well' I said, drawing the word out 'I was thinking that I should leave it to you and see what you can do for me' I said.

She stood back slightly, comb at an angle and looked at me.

'My, you're brave, with a stylist you don't know. I could do anything' she said. You can say that again, I thought.

'I'm in your hands' I replied, wishing so much that it were true. She only had to ask!

'You're sure?' she asked.

'Why not?' I replied.

'Okay' she said.

She turned away for a moment and when she turned back to me, she was holding a pair of clippers.

'Sure?' she asked, holding the clippers up so that there would be no doubt as to what was about to happen. I didn't know how far she was prepared to go, but I was prepared for anything. The air was filled with a low hum and then that hum made contact with my forehead. This girl doesn't mess around, I thought.

'Still okay?' she asked as she finished the first path across my scalp and readied herself for a second. It was obviously shorter, but not as dramatic as I had perhaps thought. She was obviously testing the water with a longish guard.

'It's a bit late now isn't it' I replied.

'Have you had your hair cut with clippers before?' she asked.

'Not since I was a kid, but the change will do me good' I said, wondering how to move the conversation on. Direct is best, I decided.

'Have you never thought of doing this yourself?' I asked.

'A clipper cut? Quite often' she replied.

'What's stopping you? Your boyfriend wouldn't go for it, is that it?' I asked before thinking that I was being a bit too familiar, a bit too soon.

'Well, it's not a man stopping me, I can tell you that for starters' she said quite abruptly.

'Sorry, I was a bit nosey' I said, trying to rescue the situation. I looked in the mirror at her handiwork. The hair at the top of my head was standing defiantly upright, although it was less than an inch long. She was already working on the back of my head. She didn't add to her previous comment as I stared at my lap, tufts of my dark hair clumping together in the hollow. I paid particular attention to the hollow forming in the gown, which had increased now that my hair had started to fall on it. In the contest of the weight of my hair pressing down and my 'interest' in Liz and what she was doing pressing in the opposite direction, I knew which would come out on top. I felt a slight touch indicating that I should level my head again. Whatever was going on under the gown would have to continue without my watchful eye.

'What do you think so far?' she asked.

'You're being gentle with me' I replied, leaving her to interpret that how she wished.

'I don't have to be gentle' she replied after a moment. She looked at me. I tried my best to be impassive just to see what she would do. She slipped the guard off the clippers and picked another off the counter. She hadn't quite finished cutting my hair with the other guard, but for the most part my hair was an even length over most of my head. That didn't last long as she touched the clippers to my right temple, which had yet to have felt even the previous guard. The sound was different this time, the buzzing sound slightly harsher. Certainly the effect was harsher as I could now see skin, whereas I could only see hair where she had used the other guard. I said nothing, waiting to see what she would do.

She moved the clippers around the sides and back of my head, leaving a stubbled effect all the way round, contrasting with the longer hair that she had left on the top of my head. That was more what I had been expecting and whilst I wondered what sort of comments I would get from the team on Monday, the danger posed to the cape that covered my lap told me that it was worth it.

Liz paused to check on me.

'Not had a heart attack yet?' she asked.

'I'm still trying to picture you turning those on yourself' I said.

'Why would you do that?' she asked.

'I'm curious' I said blandly.

She stopped what she was doing for a moment.

'I bet you'd like me to do this, wouldn't you?' she said, placing the clippers at my forehead once more. I neither replied, nor flinched as she ran them backwards, clearing the standing hair. I could see that I was on my way to a number one all over and was now getting concerned for the well-being of the gown. Could it survive the pressure it was under?

'I know Alice will like it' I said.

'What?' Liz asked, surprised. She looked at me for a moment. I nodded.

'You're Ben?' she asked. I nodded my reply.

'Well, well, that explains a lot' she said.

'I hope you'll excuse the undercover approach' I said.

'It's made my day' she said, fiddling with the clippers. 'For Alice' she said, holding them up, before making a pass over my scalp with the unguarded machine.

'I wish that I got the same enjoyment out of my work that you seem to get out of this' I told her.

'Enjoyment or money, not many people get both' she conceded. I decided at that point that she would get a generous tip for her work.

'How is Alice anyway?' she asked after a moment, clippers still moving.

'Beautiful' I said, surprising myself. It had been a good while since I had thought of her in such terms, but that was the only way to describe her now.

'So it really has awoken something in you' she said. I looked to my crotch as casually as I could, just to make sure that I wasn't being betrayed.

'You could say that. I know that I want her to stay as she is or not far from it. The thought of her going back to even the length that she was before she came in here is just too terrible to contemplate' I added rather over-dramatically.

'What about you, are you going to stay like this' she asked, indicating my virtually hairless scalp.

'I don't see why not' I replied.

'Does she know you're here?'

'No, I thought that I would surprise her' I replied.

Conversation between us stopped as Liz put the clippers down and reached for the shaving foam. Alice had described this part of her haircut to me, saying how intense the sensations were, how it turned her on. As Liz smeared the foam over my head, I knew exactly what she was talking about. Liz stroked my scalp, she caressed it with her fingers and the razor. I thought about Alice and what she would say when she saw me, what we would do.

I had concentrated intently and was able to track Liz's progress all over my scalp and knew that she was finished. My head was enveloped in a towel as she cleaned the residual foam from my head, one end of it draped over my face, covering my eyes. She rubbed gently in a circular motion, surely more than she needed to in order to clean me up. The rubbing stopped, but the towel remained, still covering my eyes.

'You didn't think that you could hide this from me, do you?' she asked as I felt her touch me through the gown. My secret clearly hadn't been a secret. The towel was drawn slowly down so that I could see again. Her beaming face was the first thing that I saw. I knew that I must be blushing.

'Alice is going to be a lucky girl, I can feel it' she said, her fingers still touching me through the material. She could feel it alright!

She stood up abruptly, contact broken, embarrassment still present. What is the appropriate response in such situations? Make a move and get rebuked for cheating on Alice or make a move and be welcomed?

'What now?' I asked, deciding that it would be best to tread carefully.

'Well, you should pay me and go home to your wife' she replied, blowing on the end of the clippers to clean them.

'That's what I should do' I said.

'What are you going to do?' she asked, raising the clippers to her forehead.

'I know what I'll do if you do that' I said, aware that my lack of self-control made me sound like a teenager.

'So you don't want me to?' she said, lowering her arm.

'I do want you to, very much, but it's Alice, you know' I said.

'You're not going to do Alice justice in your current state are you? Wouldn't you be better to let me help you first?' she asked, releasing the fastener at the neck of the gown that was restraining me.

'Why don't you make yourself comfortable, I won't be a minute' she said, clippers raised again.

I undid the waistband of my trousers as quickly as I could, watching Liz turn to acknowledge what I was doing before turning to the mirror again. A clump of white blonde hair fell as she moved the clippers across the top of her head. My underwear was down, my shirt and tie were coming off awkwardly. I embraced her from behind as she drew the clippers across her scalp again and again. I kneaded her left breast like the horny teenager that I appeared to have regressed to, trying to get my hand inside her shirt.

'My, my' she said without stopping what she was doing. I felt her press backwards against me, feeling my hardness through her skirt. Much of her hair was gone now, only the harder to reach parts still had any covering. The cut was uneven, nothing like the expert, considered cut that I had just experienced. I reached up and closed my hand over hers, drawing the clippers away. I took them from her and put them down awkwardly on the counter and then bent her body forward with my own weight. There was no time to take off her clothes and I probably didn't want to anyway. My hand was up her skirt, tugging at her panties. Material ripped, legs parted, I was inside her. Even though I was doing my best to concentrate on the task in hand, I couldn't help smiling at my own teenage-like urgency. I had never been as eager on any of my little 'meetings' when I was away on business. Liz gripped the edge of the styling station so tightly that I could see her knuckles whiten. She was braced against my thrusts, making pleasing little grunts as I hit home each time. Suddenly there was no time for any other thoughts; I could no longer hold back the pressure that had effectively started to build even before I got to the salon. My final thrusts forced Liz more upright, her grip almost slipping and then it was over. I held her tightly around her waist for a moment before separating from her. Her dress fell part of the way down to cover her modesty, leaving me there with my trousers round my ankles.

'That was fun!' she said, turning round.

'That wasn't part of the plan, you know that, don't you?' I said, feeling slightly awkward that I had just screwed my wife's long-term hairdresser.

'I hadn't planned on shaving my head either, but I'm very happy that I did' she said, leaning forward to peck me on the cheek. I started to get dressed and to cultivate an image of a composed businessman again. Liz stepped out of her torn panties, holding them up and raising her eyebrows.

'Oops' I said, shrugging my shoulders.

'Now what do we do?' she asked.

'I was wondering if you wanted to come home with me. For a drink. With me and Alice' I said.

'For a drink?'

'Anything else is up to you' I added.

'What about Alice?'

'She likes a drink too' I replied with a smile.

'I need to freshen up first' she said.

'You can have a shower at our house, how about that?' I said.

'Okay, but I'm not going to see Alice while I look scraggy' she replied, reaching for the clippers'. She went over her scalp systematically, removing any patches that had not been properly harvested in the initial onslaught. I sat down while I watched her cover her own head in shaving foam and start to shave. I decided that it was an excellent time to think about the details of a budget presentation that I had coming up. I looked all around the salon except at Liz. As much as I wanted to watch every move that she made, I had to pretend that it just wasn't happening.

'Was that a bit too much for you?' she said after a few minutes.

I looked at her. She was glowing. She had also taken the opportunity to straighten her clothes, so that all traces of our fumble had disappeared. I nodded and reached for my car keys.

In a few minutes we were pulling on to our drive. I could feel a stirring again as I thought about going in to Alice and her seeing what I had done. And then there was Liz.

'You can just head straight upstairs to the shower when we go in. I'll go and see Alice and let her know that we have company' I said. Liz nodded and opened her door.

My hand trembled slightly as I put the key into the lock on the front door. I so hoped that Alice didn't just happen to be coming downstairs as we came in. All was clear. Liz headed upstairs and I went in search of Alice. I heard her in the utility room.

'Hi, I'm home, I'm just going to have a quick shower' I said, changing my mind from my initial plan.

I went upstairs and could hear the cascading water in the shower already. I undressed and waited until Liz emerged, a towel wrapped round her.

'She hasn't seen me yet and she doesn't know you're here' I said. I undressed and went into the bathroom, leaving Liz to dry off. I was as quick as I could, ignoring the desire to enjoy my shaved head too much. I dried off quickly and slipped my robe on as I went into the bedroom. Liz was sitting at the dressing table, checking her make-up, the towel lying at her side. I looked at her left breast in profile. Less than a handful, but beautifully shaped with a prominent nipple. She turned towards me.

'Don't you know it's rude to stare?' she asked, parting her legs to reveal her hairless pussy in all its glory.

'Appreciating, not staring' I said, smiling.

'I'd best go and show Alice what I've done. I'll give you a shout in a minute' I said.

I went downstairs in my gown and bumped into Alice in the kitchen. She stopped abruptly and looked at me. Then she looked some more, moving slightly so that she could look at me from different angles. I moved to the fridge and took out a bottle of white wine that we had started the previous evening. I poured some into a glass, took a sip and then put it down.

'Where did you get that done?' she asked, finding the ability to speak once again.

'A barber shop I know. Girl called Liz did it' I replied.

'My Liz?' she exclaimed.

'Did you tell her who you were?' she asked.

'No, he didn't' came a voice from behind me. Alice looked over my shoulder. I turned to see Liz with the towel wrapped around her, moving closer.

'Hi Alice. I hope you don't mind. We started without you' Liz said.

Alice's expression had changed from the look of pleasure of a few moments ago to one of bewilderment as she realised what had gone on. Alice looked at Liz intently and then picked up the glass of wine from the work top. She reached out her hand towards Liz and poured the wine slowly over Liz's head. Liz closed her eyes, my stomach lurched. The glass empty, Alice set it down again before moving towards Liz who still had rivulets of wine running down her face. I started to fear the worst. Liz stood stock still in her towel as Alice circled her. Alice moved closer, leaning forward. Alice made her move. Her tongue was out, licking the side of Liz's head, just in front of her ear' She played her tongue further across Liz's scalp, before reaching up to the top of Liz's towel. She worked the improvised knot loose and clasped a hand to Liz's left breast. Liz sighed, whether from pleasure or relief, I don't know. Alice broke contact and stood back, smiling.

'That's for teasing me about how you were going to cut my hair' Alice said. She turned and looked at me. 'I'm feeling a little over-dressed here. I'll be back in a minute' she said, slapping my face lightly as she went past.

'I really thought...' Liz started to say.

'You're not the only one' I said, taking more wine glasses out of the cupboard.

'Try not to spill this one' I said, handing her a full glass. She stood there, naked, pert breasts erect, bald head still glistening. I could have watched her all day. I sat down at the breakfast bar, listening to the sound of the shower upstairs, patting the stool next to me as a suggestion. She sat down, pushed the stool back a little and lifted her legs over mine, so that I was able to stroke the full length of her legs as she sat there.

I still couldn't really believe what had happened so far today and what was still in prospect. Time to think about my budget presentation again. Liz was admiring some of the photos on the shelves. The whole situation was somewhat surreal. My wife upstairs whilst a naked woman was appreciating pictures of various family members. Very strange.

The sounds of the shower had stopped and after a few minutes, I heard Alice coming downstairs. She appeared in the kitchen doorway and stopped. She was wearing a black basque and stockings that I had brought her back from a trip to Italy. I was sure that I had bought matching panties too, but she obviously couldn't find them. The manicured 'landing strip' that had been there last night had also disappeared, obviously in a bid to match Liz. She had never gone completely bare down there as far as I knew, so that was a bonus that I would be able to enjoy over and over.

'Glad to see that you have waited for me' she said nonchalantly. She turned and walked towards the lounge. I untangled Liz's legs from my own and we both stood up. As we reached the lounge we were met with the sight of Alice sitting on the edge of the sofa, legs spread.

'I think it's time for somebody to bring me up to speed, don't you?' she said, a finger touched tantalisingly to the top of her cleft. I started to move towards her.

'Not you' she said, clearly relishing her little game. She looked at Liz. Liz raised her eyebrows and moved to stand in front of Alice. They looked at each other for a moment before Liz sank to her knees. I watched, astounded at how erotic it was to watch Alice like that, thinking about how she had thrown herself into the situation  as soon as she had seen Liz. It made me realise how stupid I had been for seeking out pleasures away from home when there was so much within the confines of my own home that I had not explored and didn't even realise existed. Liz was making a fine job of exploring, lapping noisily at Alice, backside in the air as she worked. If she had had any hair, I'm sure that Alice would have been pulling it, but instead, Alice clasped her hands behind Liz's head, drawing her in. There was only one thing for me to do and Alice watched me all the way, encouraging me as I took up my position behind Liz once again. Alice smiled as I slid home, momentarily disturbing Liz's rhythm.

Liz stayed with us for much of the weekend, lounging around, lying in the bath with Alice and I in turn and generally cavorting naked and carefree. We talked and laughed and screwed. Monday was a different prospect altogether, but the endless "amusing" comments about the fate of my hair were more than compensated for by the memories of getting acquainted with Liz and what it had led to. While they joked, I thought about discussing with Alice whether we were going to make Liz a part of our social calendar. I, for one, would very much like to, but Alice may well decide that as she now has my attention again, she has no need for Liz. We'll see.

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