I'm 28, single, and very much into the club scene. I love dressing up and being seen, meeting guys. Not that I'm a slut or anything, but I do like to play the game when it suits me. On one particular night I was out at one of my favorite clubs just getting my groove on the dance floor, when I caught a glance from a particularly hot guy. I was wearing a short white halter dress and 5 inch heels. I wanted to make sure I was noticed by most guys. I had had a few drinks already and was starting to loosen up when the hot guy I was eyeing edged closer to me. We ended up dancing together quite a bit. Finally I suggested we get some drinks. So we moved to the bar and found a pair of open seats.
After the usual small talk I could tell he was into me. Most of my inhibitions had left me by that point. I actually did get to know something about this guy. His name was Greg. He was 29. He worked for a local accounting firm. I could bore you with the details, but I won't. At one point during the conversation I had to pull my hair out of my mouth. I made an annoyed sounding grunt. He noticed. I probably should've been less obvious.
He cocked an eyebrow up. "Alright?" he asked.
"Stupid hair," I said.
"What's wrong with your hair?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," I replied. "It's just that long hair is supposed to be sexy. I grew mine long because you're supposed to. It helps attract guys."
"What's so sexy about long hair?" he questioned. "I think short hair is just as sexy if not more."
The conversation stalled at that. "Wanna dance?" I suggested.
"Sure."
We danced together for another hour or so. Actually toward the end it was more like grinding. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, so we made a break for it and taxied back to his apartment.
He chased me up the stairs and backed me against the door rubbing his hands all over my body. I was so horny I couldn't control myself. I wanted to fuck him right there in the hallway. At least he was thinking clearly and let us in to his apartment. He pinned me against the wall again, hands reaching under my dress. He slid my thong down and I kicked it away. My own hands were massaging my breasts and I felt him move down and touch my clit with his tongue. I almost came right there.
"Smooth as silk," I heard him say. "Just the way I like it." He was referring to my bald pussy. I'd been keeping it shaved since high school and finally saved up the money for laser hair removal. I loved being smooth down there too.
"Ohhh! Don't stop!" I gasped, as he licked away furiously. I came like thunder rolling. I came again and again. Finally I had to push him away because it was so intense I couldn't breathe.
"You're amazing!" I said.
He winked.
"I have to ask you," I said. "What you said about short hair being as sexy as long hair. Did you mean that?"
"Absolutely," he admitted. "I've always had a thing for short haired women."
I reached down and stroked myself. "I want you to cut my hair," I heard myself saying.
"I would love to," he said. And with that he left the room leaving me to unconsciously masturbate in plain view.
His own hair was kind of long with just enough curl. I always thought guys looked hot with long hair.
I was in somewhat of a trance when he returned carrying a handful of stuff, which he plopped down on the kitchen counter.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready when you are."
I removed my fingers from my vagina and walked over to where he was standing. He pulled out a stool from the bar and motioned for me to sit. But first he insisted that I take off my dress and my bra.
So there I sat, completely naked, in a relative strangers kitchen, ready for my hair to be chopped. He pulled out a hairdressing gown and laid it over my shoulders, fastening it around my neck.
"How short do you want to go?" he asked.
"How short do you want me to go?" I fired back.
"So you trust me then? No limits?"
This gamble had my curiosity piqued. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. "No limits," I said.
"Okay, let's try a few different things."
My hair was blonde and down to the middle of my back. I had alot to lose and I couldn't wait to see what was in store for me.
He grabbed my hair with both hands pulling it back in a pony, which he severed at the top of my neck. I felt so much lighter and much freer already. He then began cutting it shorter at the back tapering it from the hairline up to the crown. Then he moved to the right side and cut away all the hair covering my ear. He proceeded to taper that side up as well. The left side he kept at below chin length and worked on transitioning it into the shorter back. Then he took my bangs and cut a thin layer just above my eyebrows. He took the gown away and led my to a tall mirror where I could see my new hairdo. It looked fantastic. Way better than my boring long hair.
"I love it," I said.
"You want to stop or do you want me to keep going?" he asked.
"Keep going. I'm going as far as your willing to take it."
I sat down again and he redraped me. He took his scissors and cut the left side shorter than the right. He continued all over the top cutting very short choppy lengths. He then picked up the clippers and switched them on. He took a guard and fastened it in place and dug them into my nape. I almost came again immediately. It was like a vibrator for the scalp. He moved it up and up all the way to the crown and then made short work of the sides. Then he switched them off and took his scissors and smoothed the transition. Once again came the reveal. I stepped, naked, to the mirror and beheld my newest cut. It was a super short pixie cut and it fit my face perfectly. Why hadn't I done this before? I thought.
"Ready for more?" he probed.
"If you can dish it out I can take it," I replied.
Once again he threw the cape over me and this time told me to bend forward. I felt the clippers again at my nape. Again and again that sweet sensation overcame me. I was making a mess on his stool. He lifted my head up and took the clippers up the left and then the right. Finally he placed them at my forehead and pushed back all the way. Finally the buzzing stopped, but my orgasm was still going. The next thing I felt was a heavenly scalp massage followed by an odd scraping sensation. Part of me knew what was happening, but I didn't fully realize it until I looked in the mirror for the third time. He had shaved me completely smooth. And it really looked good. I reached up to touch it and my knees almost gave out. It was so erotic, so sensual. I moved my hands all over it again and again.
I then lost all control. I jumped him and tore his clothes off. He was hairless below the neck too. I took his cock so deep in my mouth that I almost tossed. He pulled out at the last second and came all over my bald head. I rubbed it around until I was smothered and licked my fingers. He was delicious. At last came the time for fucking. We fucked all night long. I don't know where he learned all his tricks or where he learned to cut hair, but I knew I had scored a good one.
The morning came and I wondered if it had all been a dream. I reached up and touched my smooth scalp and smiled.
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